New chapter...
Not as long, but well...
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Chapter 13 – Lies
Abby put her pop down without looking up. They were sitting in the corner in a Taco Bell not far from the park. She was still holding Luka's coat tightly around her, glad that the place was as good as empty.
She had wanted to go home earlier, but Luka had insisted on bringing her somewhere warm, and wouldn't let her leave until she got some food, which she was secretly very grateful for.
"You're very quiet today:" She quickly looked up at him before turning her attention back to the straw in her pop, which she was playing with.
"I'm sorry…"
"Hey, no need to apologize." She looked up as she felt him put his hand on top of hers.
"So are you gonna tell me what really happened?" Biting her lip, she turned her head and looked out of the window, out into the dark night.
"I already told you." Her voice was shaky, so she took a deep breath. "And then my mom came home and told me that my cousin, who used to be my best friend when we were younger, died in a car crash yesterday." She slowly turned to look at Luka, to see if he bought her lie. "That's why I was crying." She looked down at her hand, which Luka was still holding.
"I just stormed out of the house." She once again bit her lip as she saw Luka's sympathetic expression. Somehow she wished he hadn't believed it. She hated lying, and this was definitely a big one. Why couldn't she have come up with something else? Something smaller? Something not involving the death of self invented people!
"Oh." Abby looked down, kind of embarrassed. "I'm so sorry!" She shook her head as good as she could without it hurting. The hard hit added to the freezing cold had given her a major headache.
"It's okay, Luka." He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Abby getting up.
"Look, I really have to get home." She didn't want to leave him, but knew she had to. Other wise there would be a big chance of her accidentally revealing something, and that wouldn't be good. She took off the coat and gave it back to a speechless Luka. "See you later." She as good as ran out of the building and hurried down the road before Luka even had a chance of getting out of the booth. She didn't want him to follow her, and she definitely didn't want him to see where she was going, where she lived.
She tightened her arms around her as she ran. Rubbed them, trying to get warm. But the freezing cold air made her throat sting like crazy, so she was forced to stop to catch her breath. As she leaned up against the cold concrete building, she felt something cold on her nose. She looked up just as it started pouring down. Or well, more like hailing like crazy. Small, painful pieces of ice.
Abby sat down on the stairs, outside of their apartment and put her head in her hands. Her whole body was shaking like crazy, and her head was banging. She couldn't remember ever having felt this sick before.
She looked at the door in front of her and shuddered just by the thought of going in there. Entering those doors would be a nightmare, and she already felt like crap. Like hell.
The sound of the main door down at the bottom of the stairs slamming made her jump. It didn't take long before her neighbour was standing next to her. He looked down, but Abby didn't even bother trying to hide her face or the fact that she was soaked and crying. She knew he wouldn't care at all. When she was younger this really nice lady had been living next to them. Sometimes her and Eric had hung out in there, played with her grandkids when they were visiting or just kept her company without Maggie or Richard ever knowing. But she had moved to a nursing home a few years later, and these two drug addict brothers had moved in.
She shivered once again as the neighbour's door slammed. Taking a deep breath, she tried wiping away the water on her forehead. The quicker she went in there, the quicker she'd get it over with.
She bit her lip as she stood up, her legs still shaking underneath her. Taking another deep breath she grabbed the door knob, waiting for a few seconds before pushing it down. She let out the air she didn't know she was holding, relieved that the door was unlocked. At least she wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of having to knock on the door, causing Richard to have to open up for her.
"Sure took you long enough," Abby tightened her lips as she slowly closed the door after her. She simply felt too sick to even bother caring about what he'd say or do to her. She tried walking through the living room, but Richard cut her off by standing in her way. At first she tried walking around him, but when he just moved so he was once again standing in front of her, she looked up at him with an expressionless face.
Her body was shivering. Her wet hair was stuck to her face, and her clothes to her body. He gave her a smile, which started out sympathetic, but quickly morphed into its evil self.
"Look, I don't care what you'll do." She bit her lip and looked down, feeling his eyes on her. "Just kill me if that's what you want. It wouldn't matter anyways." She felt him grab her hair and ripped her head up so she was looking at him. She winced and could already feel her headache becoming way worse.
"Now why would I want that, Abby?" Feeling too bad to reply, she just stared at him. She felt her eyes starting to blacken as he let go of her. Even though she fought as hard as she could to stay awake and alert, she slowly felt herself slipping out of consciousness. Most likely from a combination of hypothermia, shock and sleep deprivation.
Abby woke up by the bright sunrays hitting her face through the open curtains, but she wasn't really aware of anything besides from the terrible, spinning, stabbing feeling in her head.
It wasn't until she put her hand on her head that she noticed where she was. She was laying in Richard's and Maggie's bed, with no duvet covering her naked, cold body. And yeah, her skin was cold. Really cold. And sticky.
She started coughing like crazy, which forced her to sit up. It felt like she was coughing up all her intestines, and it didn't stop for quite a while.
When she was finally able to breath again, she dried away the tears that had automatically appeared in her eyes as she had been trying to gasp for air while coughing. Biting her lip she tried standing up, right away feeling how her dizziness increased exponentially. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her balance, and when it worked a little, she slowly reopened them, noticing her still wet clothes from the previous night, laying on the floor.
She bit her lip in pain as she bent down to pick it up. She couldn't remember what had happen the night before, but she was in no doubt. Somehow it didn't surprise her at all that he had taken advantage of her after she'd passed out.
She didn't even care about covering herself up as she went to her room. She knew it would be no use and that the chances of anyone being home were close to none.
Hanging her shirt and her pants over the door so they could dry, she grabbed some new clothes and went to the bathroom. She still felt sick as hell and hoped that a warm shower would help just a little bit.
