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The song was Sorry- Buckcherry

Alien

Chapter 19: Nice Ass

I needed to get over the fact that my dad is a player, I mean I loved him for who is and not the fact he sleeps with other women. Actually that killed me. If he would just settle down and be happy with a decent woman it'd be a different story. Just seeing him like that hurts me, and makes me feel so depressed. When he sleeps around he's only trying to feel the void that mom left when she died. He's a whore and I cut myself, such a terrible family.

I cant believe I cut like I did though, it was so deep and felt so good. Too many memories rushing back to my brain I guess. He used to hide the fact that he slept around, but then he just stopped caring and would basically have sex wherever. It got so bad that one time I walked in on them on the kitchen floor and he didn't even respond. Just kept going at it. I deserve a better father, I really did. But I would still love him no matter what.

I know he has feelings for Simone, but I don't know why he wont go after her. They would make such a wonderful couple, with her bubbly attitude and his, combined they would be adorable. I don't even know. I didn't want to think about last night, and my cutting, or my dad. I wanted to focus on the present, with Bill. We were on our way to a Boutique. I was not looking forward to it, because that meant I had to try on clothes. And I didn't want Bill to see my arms.

I was terrified.

Until then, we were walking hand in hand down the sidewalk of the main street into town. This was my first time actually taking in the gorgeous scenery of Germany, it's so pretty here. I was regretting long sleeves the instant I walked out my front door. It was so hot and humid here, but I mean what could I do? I wonder if Bill was thinking anything in his pretty little head about my appearance? I know I would.

"You'll love this little shop, I'm going to buy you anything you want." He stated sweetly. I really hated when people bought me stuff, it made me feel like a freeloader. I mean it's not like I couldn't afford it myself, my family was really wealthy as well.

You really don't have to. I said back, looking up into his beautiful flawless face. He was gorgeous even without makeup and his hair pulled back. This boy amazed me.

"Don't worry Abby, I don't mind, and I think it'll be fun to dress you up." He smirked. I definitely think he knew I went emo and destroyed my arms, he had to have. He was testing the waters, if I denied he'd know. If I accepted, he'd figure out. It was a lose, lose situation on my part.

Do you like playing Abby Barbie or something? I faintly sighed.

He placed a sideways kiss on my sweaty forehead. "Dressing you up is adorable, because you look cute in things you wouldn't normally wear. It's fun to see that."

I rolled my eyes. Look. I pointed to a mob of cameras walking across the street towards up. They didn't look like paparazzi, more like people from magazines, but in my head they were all the same.

"You don't mind if we talk to them for a while do you lovely? It's best to get it over with so that they wont pester us with anymore questions. They'll just follow us around quietly." He whispered quickly to me. I just shrugged. He did have a really good point there.

"Bill!" A chubby black haired girl yelled, pushing a recorder in his face. "May we have a word with you?" She pushed her hair out of the way, nudging her glasses up farther on her button nose.

"Sure." Bill said calmly.

"Can you tell me this, are you and this lovely person dating?" She seemed to thought it over again. "Will the hearts of thousands of girls across the world be crushed with this statement?"

Bill gave a slight smile. "We are not dating." He said simply, and for once it felt good not to be dating him, I don't think I could handle thousands hating on me at once. I shook it out of my head, of course I'd love to date him.

She pointed her pencil down to our linked hands. "Why are you guys holding hands, and may we have a name of this young lady?" Man, reporters were really pushy.

"This right here is my best friend. And you may not know a name." He looked down at me. "Unless you don't mind them knowing?"

Mind as well tell them, nosey bastards. I mouthed to him. He gave a laugh.

"Is she mute?" The woman asked, ah, they were rude too.

"Her name is Abby. And she isn't mute, just chooses not to talk." He was handling this situation better than I expected. Flashes were going off and reporters everywhere were jotting down notes from our conversations.

"We've seen pictures of you guys kissing at the Fair. Are you going to deny that?" She poked and prodded some more.

Bill rolled his eyes, I could see the patience running thin on his calm and collected face. He just wanted to have some fun today. "Best friends can kiss and hold hands right?"

"I suppose." She said. "Sounds more like friends with benefits if you ask me. How long have you known each other?"

"A few weeks." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "But I trust her with everything I have."

"Sweet." She stated thickly. "Can you release a last name of Abby?"

Bill didn't ask me before he answered. "Definitely not. Now is that all?" He asked. Finally getting snappy with the pushy fake haired girl.

He didn't wait for her response as he harshly yanked on my hand pulling me back along the walk to the shop. To my surprise the paparazzi just crossed the street and followed us from a distance. When did they become so understanding about personal space? I didn't care, as long as we were left alone.

They weren't that bad. I said, looking up to him. I even got a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He pulled me closer and looped his arm around my waist. "They could have been worse, I'm surprised they're leaving us alone at a distance. I mean it's better than them attacking us I guess."

I smiled at him. You're right.

He smirked down at me. "You look like your going to die of a heat stroke, I'm going to buy you some airy clothes." He hinted. Oh that slick bastard.

It's not even that hot out here. I said smoothly.

"Oh bull shit! You're sweating." He pointed out bluntly.

I can wear long sleeves if I very well please. We were both too stubborn for this.

He sighed, I heard the giving up in his voice. "Please tell me you aren't hiding anything?" We were stopped in front of the lovely Boutique.

I shrugged opening the door and stepping through, welcoming the gush of nice air-conditioning hitting my form. It felt so nice to be inside, even though it was going to take me a while to cool fully down.

He stopped me, pulling my arm, and closer to him. We were sort of hugging, but not quite. Awkward. "Please don't lie lovely. I know you were in pain last night, I just don't like you cutting. It makes me feel useless."

I quirked both eyebrows. Why should you feel useless? It's my mistake, not yours.

"That's where your wrong. Knowing that you've scarred yourself again, means I wasn't there to help you stop." He was being annoyingly caring.

It wasn't his fault. It was my own, I let my memories get the best of me. It was not your fault, so please don't blame yourself.

He sighed. "I want to get help for you Abby."

I've been through so many therapy sessions, they haven't done anything for me so far. Nothing. They all knew about my habits, and the accident. But I just sat there, unmoving and not talking. They did nothing. Tears welled in my eyes. I'm trying though, I promise you that.

He nodded hopefully. Bringing his thumbs up to wipe the tears that have fallen off of my cheeks. "Can I still buy you something airy though? It's hot and I don't want you to kill over."

I laughed. You wont stare at my cuts will you Billa? I don't care if you do, I just don't like to be judged and all.

He smiled sadly at me. "I'll never judge you lovely, there's always a reason behind the scars. Does Max know?"

I gave a faint smile. He knows. He always tells me he's going to help me get better and stuff, but he kind of always blows me off for his restaurant and other women. I sighed sadly.

He gave me a sympathetic smile. "Lets have some fun alright? I want to make you smile and have a great time. You need happy in your life lovely."

I smiled. Thank you Billa, it means so much to me, you have no idea.

XxX

"Try this on!" Bill yelled tossing ton of clothes over the changing stall all at once. I was standing there in my bra and thong. I know, bad girl.

I unlocked the door and poked my head out. You cant tell me to try something on then toss a ton of crap over the door.

He rolled his eyes at my exasperated expression. "Just try on whatever you want first." I nodded before I turned around and locked the door behind me.

I decided on a pink light feeling fabric, I think this was a shirt anyways. I slid it over my head and it did look nice on me. I never thought pink would be my color, I had to approve it to Bill first, since he was the one buying it for me. I hastily opened the door and popped my head back out. He stood up and came closer to the door. I backed up so he could open it and examine my shirt.

His cheeks immediately turned a really rosy red color, I wonder what has him so worked up. It was just a shirt. Thinking he would like to see the back I slowly twirled around. Well? I asked, turning my head with my back still faced to him, his gaze was glued to my ass. Guys are perves. I was starting to get really impatient with him, he wasn't giving me a straight answer. I didn't know I looked that bad, damn.

I turned around quickly and crossed my arms over my chest, mentally wincing when my cuts came in contact with my other arm. Bill jumped back out of the stall slamming it on me. Wow, if that didn't drop my self esteem 100 notches I don't know what did. I was feeling so hurt, but that feeling changed quickly.

"Abby? Put on some pants." He called almost quietly, from his spot where I assume he had sat again.

I felt my face light on fire, I was so careless I didn't even remember my own pants. Bill had seen and stared at my ass, that wasn't good. That's embarrassing. I hurriedly looked through the pile of clothes laying before me for a pair of something to toss on quickly. I settled for a pair of short jean shorts. I'm glad I didn't cut my legs, because I really enjoyed wearing shorts too much.

I had to face Bill sooner or later, so I quickly tossed the door open and his head snapped to my figure. He was still blushing, and I was too probably. He stood up and walked closer, I backtracked into the stall, and he leaned on the door. "I really like that on you lovely."

I gave a full turn now, not worrying about my ass showing. Just thinking about it made a whole new round of blushing start. Sorry about that little scene. I'm clearly not in my right mind now. I felt the need to apologize.

He smirked. "No need to apologize Abbs." He walked towards me, kissing me on the cheek. "You have a very nice ass by the way." I hid my face in his chest. He attacked my lips with a heavy lingering kiss. We couldn't goof off for too long, we still had to meet my dad. "You don't seem like a thong type to me, more like boy shorts."

I rolled my eyes. Are we really going to talk about the kind of panties I wear? I raised my eyebrows.

"Certainly."

Well I wear boy shorts too. I said back with a sly smile.

He grinned. "I'm going to go ring up everything, you can just wear that to the restaurant if you'd like?" He asked. I rolled my eyes but nodded, he would buy me all these clothes. I felt guilty, but there wasn't saying no to him, he would always have his way. I helped him gather the clothes in our arms, and I tossed my old ones in my messenger bag I brought along. It felt good to not be wearing long sleeves, and I was going to thank him once we got outside.

I clipped the tags and handed them to the woman behind the cash register, her expression towards me actually held displeasure? Nice! I didn't even know the girl. She must have been a Bill fan. Speaking of him, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, bending a bit to lean his head on mine. Another reminder on my height. Definitely a Bill fan, her eyes narrowed on me. I raised my eyebrows at her and she just busied herself with ringing everything and bagging. I smirked.

I hated people like her, someone who disliked me before they even knew my story. We quickly exited the Boutique with satisfied smiled on our lips. Thank you Bill, this means a lot to me. I rephrased that. Well not the you buying me things part, just hanging out with you. You make me so happy.

He smiled at me. "I'm glad to be of service my lady." He gave me a peck on the lips and there was the paparazzi/reporters or whatever you wanted to call them. I gave an angry sigh as I pushed a flashing camera out of my face. That was blinding. "Ready for food?" He questioned. This was a good time to get my dad's place on the famous list. Or whatever. Better known?

"Bill and Abby where are you going!" A guy reporter screamed in our direction. I guess news traveled fast that my name was Abby.

"Actually," Bill started off. "Were going to this new place called A little bit of American. It's the best restaurant in town that I know of." He stated proudly. Thank god it was nearby, I don't think I could handle another damn question from the paparazzi. Being famous must be torture.

The walk was hot and I was glad I changed. Bill even insisted on carrying all my bags, which was a lot. He probably had four in each hand. He did give in and buy himself a few shirts and some cute sunglasses. He wore them on his face at the moment. He didn't change, still wearing the plain black shirt and jeans.

It was tough walking through the glass doors of my dads pride and joy because there was so many flashes going off and people crowding around us. I already told Bill I didn't want them to know he was my dad, because I didn't want the reporters standing outside of my door everyday. They weren't allowed to be near our houses apparently. It was some law that if a picture of the boys were taken within or outside their houses or schools they person that took the photo would be fined. I know. Odd.

Bill pulled my chair out as we waited for the waiter to come and take our drink requests. I wanted a water, and Bill wanted a Coke. We started off with a salad. "Can I have a word with you?" A reported came to our table and didn't address Bill, he addressed me. I gulped and waited for him to carry on his question. "I followed a girls story a while back. Abby Baker. That wouldn't happen to be you would it?"

I was shocked for a moment, but I creased my brows and shook my head no. If he followed my story, it had to have been the death of my mom and twin. And my old life. I had to deny it. How am I supposed to move on if people keep bringing it back up?

"Aw too bad." He sighed. "You almost resemble her." I wanted to laugh, he said I almost resembled her. I was her. "Tragic really, what happened to her and her poor ole family. Did you know that her teacher…" He didn't get to finish before Bill cut him off. Forever thankful to that boy.

"Are you done here?" Bill snapped. "Clearly she isn't who you think, so take yourself somewhere else. Kay?"

The guy was at loss of words so he stumbled back and trudged angrily out of this place. I think he needs to move on like I'm trying to do. My past should haunt no one but myself. No one should have to hear the sordid tale of Abby Baker. And to my surprise Bill didn't question me, and he carried on with our happy day. I swear I was going to have a blast forgetting my past. The sooner the better.

Bill was special to me.

I loved Him.

:3

I know it's a bit short, but I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be a few months in to their lives :] I hate skipping into it like that, but it needs to be done :]

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