A/N: Two in one night! Yeah, I've actually got quite at least one more where these came from... I'm sorry?
As soon as I heard his footsteps walking away, I whipped out my phone and hit speed dial #2. One ring. Two rings. –click-.
"Hello?" A smile of relief spread across my face.
"Hey Mer" I said.
"Abbs! How's Ipswich?" She asked.
"It's alright… But we don't have time meagre chit-chat!" I said, urgency ringing from every tone. "Tomorrow I'm going to need your help."
"Alrighty! Calm down, what do you need? Furniture, a toothbrush…" There was a moment of silence for what I could only guess was her doing a quickly check of the room for her parents. "Condoms?" I was shocked at this last question.
"Well," I said, shaking the shock I had just felt a moment before, "no to the first two, and are you out of your mind of course not to the last one. We need to pick me out a dress." I said "And a nice one too not the slightly skanky kind I wore before." I added.
"Ooo! Abbs, you sly dog! You've only been there two days and you've already got boys chasing after you. What's Chase going to think?" She said.
"Oh… Yeah… Chase. I forgot to tell you this Mer. Chase and I broke up right before finals…" I said. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks and my throat choking on sobs.
"Oh… Oh my gosh Abbs! I'm so sorry hon, what happened?" Mary cooed trying to comfort me.
"He was cheating on me, he said it was because I was too busy for him anymore! But I was just studying for finals and I had dive practice, and I-I-I don't know Mer, I just don't know…" I blubbered, sobs now racking my body.
"Sh…" I heard her whisper over the phone. "Calm down hun." Slowly the sobbing desisted.
"I'm sorry, it's just…" I said trying to find words to explain everything, but there just wasn't enough words in the English language to explain how insanely hurt I had been that day. It was like he never even cared about me at all and we had been going out for about for three months. He brutally ripped my heart out and did a metaphoric Mexican hat dance on it.
"It's okay. I understand." She told me, and even though we were only talking over the phone I could almost feel her hugging me. "So, what time are you gonna show up tomorrow?" She asked. A smile spread across my face.
"Be awake by noon…" I said before turning off my phone and going to sleep.
I woke up Saturday at around 10:00, still a little groggy, but pulled myself out of it, and got ready for the day. I pulled on my favourite pair of jeans, my tank top that Mary got me for my birthday this past year. I quickly brushed my hair back into its normal. I grabbed my keys out of my jacket pocket and stepped out of the door. All of a sudden a cold breeze swept towards me through an open window. I did a quick 180 and went back through the still closing door. I grabbed a jacket, and as I headed back out the door, I slipped my arms into the sleeves of the jacket. All of a sudden, I slammed into something solid. I looked up, away from my jacket covered arm. I saw a familiar face that brought a smile to mine.
"Reid, what on earth-" I started.
"I figured you'd be getting your dress today, since winter formal is tomorrow, so I came to see if you needed a bag boy." He said, but I didn't feel like he was doing this of his own free will.
"Really now?" I said, cocking my head slightly. "Well alright then." I said, smirking. I was going to enjoy today very much.
~Reid's POV~
I hated Caleb.
"You need to keep an eye on her!" He was shouting at me.
"I just don't understand why it had to be ME!" I shouted, standing up from my seat in the circle.
"It's because you're the only one of us she knows enough to trust." Pouge said, trying to calm me down.
"But I already did my part! I invited her to formal with us, what more do you want?" I asked, just about ready to slam them all with power balls.
"You need to just keep an eye on her until she ascends." Caleb said acting like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.
"Or whatever she does…" Tyler said, and both Caleb and Pogue glared at him. "What? I'm just saying we have no idea what will happen to her once she turns eighteen, no Williams girl has lived long enough." This made my stomach churn. The thought of Abigail only having until her next birthday or before to live just didn't sit right with me.
"That's precisely why we need someone watching her." Caleb said, acting like what Tyler said meant nothing to him at all, which oddly pissed me off a great deal.
"Fine," I said after a few moments of silent brooding. "But I'm not gonna be her lap dog. I have a reputation to uphold!"
And now I was trailing behind Abby just like the little lap dog I swore not to be.
"So where are we headed?" I asked, deciding to spark up a conversation rather than go through the entire trip in awkward silence.
"To Salem, I'm picking up one of my friends and then we'll head out for whatever stores we feel like." She said, clicking the unlock button on her car remote. I saw the headlights flash on her green car, but the trunk also popped open.
"Damn it! Not again!" She said, as though this was a common occurrence and walking around to the back of her car. Then I saw something that she obviously didn't. A black car was heading towards her, going faster than they should have been.
"Abby! I shouted, running towards her. I quickly shoved her into the trunk. I turned to see the car just about ready to hit me, and I made a split second decision. I used. I leapt over the car and landed in a crouched position at the other end. I heard Abby let out a shriek right before I landed, obviously thinking I had been hit by the same car that tried to run her over. Once the noise of the motor faded, I heard sobs coming out of the trunk. I walked forward to see her shaking in the trunk of her car. I put my hand on her shoulder, and her head shot up, and she just sat there staring at me for a moment, opening and closing her mouth as though she was trying to say something but couldn't find the words. As I looked closer, I saw two tears dripping down her cheeks. Finally words managed to escape her trembling lips.
"I-I thought you'd…" She stopped, as though she couldn't bare to put into words what she had been thinking. I now knew why she had been shaking . It wasn't because of the cold weather or that she had been crying. She had been terrified for my safety. Gently, I picked her up out of the trunk and set her on her feet.