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Chapter 27 - Blood
"Oh god." He had to force himself out of his trance. Pulling himself together he started slowly walking towards her, but he quickly sped up and knelt down in front of her.
"Abby?" He hesitated for a few seconds before putting his hand on her shoulder, afraid that he'd hurt her even more. "Come on, Abby, wake up." He started gently shaking her, trying to be as careful as possible. Even though he had no idea what had happened to her, it made him forget everything she'd told him, the reason why he was here. All that mattered right then and there was Abby.
After a little while she finally started stirring, her eyes fluttering. Sighing relieved, Luka pulled his hand back. At least she wasn't dead or in a coma.
"Abby?" She slowly opened her eyes and the second she saw him, the look in her eyes turned to pure, extreme fear. Feeling the cold air on her body she knew that she was naked, beaten up, and that Luka was starring at her. She closed her eyes due to the banging pain in her head as she tried pushing herself up from the floor with one arm while attempting to cover up her body with the other.
"What are you doing here?" She started looking around the room confused, noticing the mess everywhere and the blood all over the floor. Her blood. "What time is it?" She looked panicked at Luka. "I need to clean this up and I... I need to pick up Eric." Knowing that she wouldn't be able to cover herself up, she ignored the fact that she was naked and just tried to get up from the floor, but Luka stopped her by placing both hands on her shoulders. She looked away for a couple of seconds before looking back at him, and Luka could see the tears forming in her eyes.
"Abby, let me call an ambulance." She pushed his hands away as she shook her head, looking at him like he'd just slapped her.
"No, you can't! Please don't!" Luka sighed as she scooted away from him, leaning up against the cabinets. "You have to leave, Luka. You can't be here." He forced himself to look away from her body and to look at her face instead. It only made sense that she didn't like him looking at her, but the only reason he did was because of all wounds and bruises, not because she wasn't wearing clothes.
"Let me help you, Abby. Please!" Biting her lip she shook her head, looking down at her knees which were now pressed against her chest. "Okay, Abby, you have two choices. Either you let me help you, cause you're clearly not okay, or I'm going to call an ambulance. You decide." She looked up at him with a shocked expression in her eyes. She didn't like any of the options, but knew there wasn't anything she could do. Still biting her lip she looked away, not wanting to look into his eyes.
"Okay." Her voice was barely above a whisper and it sounded so broken. She waited a few seconds and when she didn't get a reply, she continued. "You can stay." She turned her head and looked at Luka. "Just please, promise me you won't call an ambulance." Giving her a small, forced smile he nodded.
"I promise." He got and walked closer to her, moving a piece of blood soaked hair from her forehead, which caused her tense up.
"Okay, Eric is outside. I picked him up after practice since you weren't in school." Abby just looked confused at Luka. "Is there anywhere he can go? A friend's house maybe?" She looked down like she was trying to think before looking back up.
"A boy from his class, he... He lives further down the street." Luka nodded.
"Okay. Can he walk there himself?" Abby just nodded, not looking up.
"Yeah."
"So, you want to tell me what happened?" He knelt down in front of her as he came back into the kitchen. She hadn't moved at all and was sitting in the exact same position as she had when he left.
"What did you tell him?" She was speaking in a weak monotone, staring at the floor.
"I told him that you're sick, that it would be best if he spent the night at a friend's house." She didn't reply. She just continued starring at a dirty spot on the floor, hating the fact that Luka had seen her like this.
"We need to clean out these wounds so they won't get infected." When she didn't respond he sighed. "Okay, go to the bathroom, I'll be there really soon." This time he got a small nod out of her, so Luka gently put his hand on her shoulder as reassurance, which caused her to wince, before heading out of the kitchen.
It didn't take him long to find her room, considering that the apartment wasn't very big, but he was surprised by what he found. The room was tiny, it barely looked 'lived in', but what really caught his attention was that there was two beds in it. Clearly, she shared the room with Eric, which to Luka seemed completely wrong. A 15 year old girl should not be sharing a bedroom with her 10 year old brother.
Remembering why he was there, he went over to the dresser and started going through the drawers, trying to find something for Abby to wear.
Not finding anything that would work, since all of her shirts were so tight they might stick to the wounds, Luka found his own bag. Since he had skipped soccer practice, he could just use the t-shirt he had brought for it. It was clean and even a bit big for him, so it would be perfect for Abby.
Hurrying back out to the kitchen, he put the clothes on the counter and started searching the cabinets until he found what he was looking for.
When Luka walked into the bathroom, he saw Abby curled up on the closed toilet seat with her arms tightly holding her bent legs against her upper body and her forehead resting on her knees.
Hearing Luka enter the room, she carefully lifted her head to look at him, but the previously embarrassed look turned into fear the second she noticed the bowl in his hands. The bowl Richard usually used to punish her with.
"I couldn't really find anything in your room, so here's my t-shirt you can put on when we're done." It wasn't till he got closer to her that he noticed how she was staring scared at the bowl. "It's just water, Abby." She didn't respond, she just kept starring at the big silver bowl. Yeah, no big deal, just water. It was always 'just water'.
Telling herself that Luka wouldn't hurt her, she forced her body to stop being so tense as she turned her head back around, resting her chin painfully on a big bruise on her knee. However, the fact that Luka started stroking her hair, putting it behind her ear, didn't really help her calm down. She liked it when it was just hanging down, it was really good at covering up her body, even for hiding her face, due to the length of it.
"Do you have any kind of bandages or band aids?" It took a few seconds before Abby slightly nodded.
"In my room. They're hidden in a box below my bed. In the corner." She took a deep breath before continuing. "There are some towels and cloths in the cabinet on the wall, the one next to the shower. They're all the way in the back." Although she couldn't see it, she felt Luka nodding. As he got up and left the room to go pick up the things, Abby closed her eyes. She felt dizzy, really dizzy, and tired, and she was pretty sure it was because of the many hits and the banging on her head.
It wasn't long before Luka came back, and when he did, Abby felt him slowing down as he came closer to her.
"I think we need to take care of that arm to start with." Confused, she looked up at Luka and saw that he was looking back and forth between her arm and the floor. Taking a deep breath she looked down to where he was starring, noticing a small puddle of blood, still slowly getting bigger. Well that definitely explained the dizziness, she was still losing blood from the multiple open cuts on her arm that she'd forgotten all about. The cuts on the pinkie side of her left arm.
Luka quickly put down the bandages and went searching for the towels, but it didn't surprise Abby when it took some time for him to find them. She had after all hidden them.
She looked down as he came towards her, not wanting him to see her eyes. She was scared, embarrassed, and she knew it showed. She tensed up as Luka carefully grabbed her arm, silently cursing at herself for reacting that way, telling herself that it was just Luka, that he wasn't going to suddenly twist it or pour boiling water on it.
"I'm just going to clean out the cuts, Abby. It might hurt a little, but we have to so it won't get infected." She just nodded. She knew that, she was used to handling these wounds. Biting her lip she looked away as she felt Luka carefully wiping away the dried as well as the fresh blood from her arm. She couldn't really feel it, the water was a bit hot so it could get the dried blood off, and somehow it actually felt pretty nice.
"This might sting a little." Biting her lip, Abby winced as the peroxide came in contact with her wounds. Sure, it stung a bit, but it could be worse. She was used to worse.
None of them said anything as Luka finished up cleaning out the cuts on her arm. It wasn't till he was wrapping the bandage around them that she turned to look at him, at her arm. It looked like she had broken her wrist or her lower arm with the bandage going all the way from her hand to close to her elbow.
"Did you make those cuts yourself, Abby?" Biting her lip she looked away again, causing Luka to sigh. Feeling a couple of tears building up in her eyes, she gently shook her head.
"He made me do them." She was speaking so quietly that she wasn't even sure he heard her, but that was probably a good thing, cause she wasn't sure she wanted him to hear it.
