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Chapter 7 – The 'First Date'
Abby was standing in the bathroom when she heard the front door slam. A shiver ran trough her body. He had just left, why was he back already? He was in a hurry when he had left.
"I'm home!" Abby sighed and put the wet cloth back on her bloody hip as she realized it was just Maggie.
"In the bathroom. Might be a while." This was actually good. Normally she didn't like being with Maggie very much, but Richard would never touch here when her mom was around. Or well, almost never. She might even get away with not being home tonight.
"Okay honey. I'll be in the living room trying this new pattern that I found. I'll make myself one really pretty dress. " Abby didn't reply. She just winced at the pain of
cleaning out her wound. She had woken up this morning by Richard pulling her out of her bed. She had come home from work really late the day before and had still been asleep when Eric had been picked up for soccer practice. Apparently one of Richard's customers had called him and wanted to meet up with him. He hadn't sounded too happy, so Richard had needed to get rid of some of his frustrations and anger problems before he met up with the customer. Too bad for Abby, it had meant her getting thrown, by 'accident', into the sharp table corner.
When she had finally gotten the bleeding on her hip to stop, she went to cover up the bruises in her face with make up. Luckily it wasn't too bad today. It was coverable. Her nosebleed had stopped pretty fast and the only thing really visible was a big, blue bruise above her right eyebrow.
It only took her a couple of minutes to cover it up completely. After all this time she had become an expert at it.
She hid the bloody cloth in a little box and put it in the back of the medicine cabinet. She didn't want to have to explain to Maggie why there was bloody laundry. Usually she did the laundry herself, but with Maggie one never knew.
Not having time to take a shower, she brushed her hair and made a low ponytail in the side, braiding it half of the way. It was required at work to have the hair up.
Looking at herself in the mirror one last time to make sure there were no more visible bruises, she left the bathroom. Her mom was sitting in the living room sowing something on her sowing machine. Abby just shook her head. Maggie hadn't been home for days. She just came through the front door less than 10 minutes ago, and she was acting like she hadn't abandoned for family for almost a week. But Abby just sighed and picked up her purse. She was used to it and she no longer cared.
"Bye Maggie." Her mom stopped abruptly and turned around with a confused look on her face.
"Honey, where are you going? I just got here." Abby rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from the wall she was leaning against.
"It's called work, Maggie! But oh yeah, I forgot. You don't know about that!" She knew that she was pissing off her mom, but before she had a chance to be yelled at she hurried out of the building. Abby knew she was rude sometimes, but it was only towards Maggie. She had lost all respect towards her. Not only because of the things the disease did to her, but the fact that she had gone for such a long time without having noticed anything going on, kind of upset her. Hurt her. Not that she did anything to indicate something was wrong, but instead she tried as hard as she could to hide it
Sometimes she kind of wished people would figure it out, but that thought never lasted more than a minute tops. She knew it wouldn't do any good. No one would believe her and they would just start hating her even more. She was bad. She deserved to be punished. She always had. There was a reason for why this was happening to her, that made her deserve this. She knew that, and that's part of why she never told anyone. Plus she was scared. Very scared. Scared of Richard. Scared of everything. She couldn't imagine things differently, imagine her life in any other way than it was right now.
Luka was leaning up against the concrete wall when Abby exited the building from the back door.
"Hey." Abby smiled back as she tried to embrace herself from the cold. It was almost 7 pm, and since it was January in Chicago it was usually below freezing point at this time of the day.
"Hi." She started to slightly jump, trying to get warm. "How long have you been waiting?" He shrugged and looked at his watch.
"Not long. About 15, maybe 20 minutes." Abby's smile faded and she looked at him like he had gone insane.
"Shouldn't you be like, I don't know, freezing to death?" Luka started chuckling and shook his head.
"Naah, I've got some Scandinavian blood in me somewhere up the line. You know, the Vikings!" Abby rolled her eyes.
"Croatian and Scandinavian, huh? What's next? You're adopted by Korean people?"
"Actually, they're South African!" Abby just stared speechless at him until he burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. I'm not adopted." Abby, who started smiling herself, punched Luka's shoulder.
"That was not funny!" They started slowly walking the street.
"So are you hungry? I'm personally starving!" Abby smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess." She was hungry, but her body had gotten used to not eating enough.
"And I was thinking, do you like Chipotle?" Abby turned her head to look at him and once again shrugged.
"Yeah, I do."
"Good. Because I've heard it should be really amazing, but I haven't tried it yet." She smiled at him while rolling her eyes, but not in the bad way.
Abby took a bite of her hot, spicy, beef burrito, enjoying the first foot for the day.
"You must be hungry. You look like you haven't eaten for days." She put her burrito down, swallowing the food still in her mouth.
"Well, I haven't eaten here in forever, and I absolutely love these burritos. Especially the really spicy ones." Luka smiled and grabbed a taco from the basket on the table.
"I have to admit that they are good." Abby didn't reply, she had picked up her burrito again and was taking huge bites, ignoring the fact that it practically burned her throat.
