She drives around the Lima town square looking for the store front with the numbers 1275. After circling a couple of times, she finds it. "What the hell?", she declares as she parks in front of the shop.

The shop is what she is looking for, but the vision she sees beyond the glass paned windows causes her to stare open mouthed at the building. She closes her eyes thinking it could be a trick of the sun causing shadows to form inside of the building.

She opens her eyes to sight once again. "Nope, it is still there", she shakes her head and decides to get out and look the place over anyway. She slips a key in the lock of the door and says a silent prayer, "Please let it be safe to walk around in there".

Once the door is unlocked she has to literally push the door open with force to gain entry to the place. She steps in amid the rubble and debris that is scattered everywhere. Dust is everywhere, floating in the breeze from the now opened doorway.

Boxes, stacks of old news papers, bags of garbage are everywhere. The mess covers most of the floor and counters.

She takes a tentative step farther inside of the shop when someone calls out her name.

"Abby Morgan", a man in a very ugly tie waves at her through the dust streaked window, "Is that you?"

She grimaces and turns around at the same time, "Shit someone recognized me" she thinks as she replaces the frown with the all too familiar fake smile. She steps back out onto the sidewalk.

"Hello. Do I know you?" she asks the tall jock looking man in front of the store. God his tie is the ugliest thing I have ever seen. Fucking A it has pumpkins on it, she laughs to herself.

"Uh, Tom Watson, Jeff's older brother", the not so bad looking face says as he looks at the ground. "I heard you were coming back to Lima to open up a shop or something".

Her blue green hazel eyes suddenly turn dark green with fury. The fake smile falls from her lips as they go into a thin straight line. "Jeff's brother, Jeff's brother", she thinks over and over in her mind.

"I just thought I would welcome you back to Lima", he says as he shuffles his feet and looks at everything but her face. He hurriedly tells her the reason he knows about her return is the fact that he owns the building that she is looking at buying for her shop.

She hears his voice but not his words. She has gone back ten years in time to the last time she saw him.

He was standing in the living room at his parents house when Jeff told his family the "wonderful" news. She can still see their faces, hear their voices.

"So you knocked up your first piece of ass, huh, little brother?" those words were spoken by the bastard standing in front of her now. Jeff's parents weren't any kinder to her either. "So what's the whore's name that says you're the father?", Jeff's father states more than asking a question even though she was standing right there beside Jeff.

She balls up her fists and before she realizes what she is doing she punches Tom twice, with a left and right. One to the nose and the other landing under his eye.

Tom stumbles back from the force of the blows taken aback by the fact she hits hard as a man. He knows he had that plus much more coming from the still pissed off woman advancing on him even now.

Abby's fists hurt from the two punches she threw, her knuckles are turning red. She opens her mouth and verbally lets him have it as she stalks toward him.

"Fuck you Tom Watson, fuck your family and fuck this one horse town too", she doesn't even realize the tears that are falling down her crimson cheeks.

"How dare you or anyone from your family welcome me home", she is yelling now not caring who is listening to her rant. "You people, you self righteous, arrogant, bastards are the reason I left in the first place. You and your precious family destroyed me, destroyed the life I had here in Lima. You even had my own parents believing the lies your parents took precious care in spreading about me!"

The rant stops as it turns into sobs and she collapses into the arms of the very person she is screaming at with all of her fury.

Tom knows she is broken, beautiful but broken, as she sobs into his chest. Her small fists are still swinging at him, pounding his chest.

The Descent by Mark Salling

Reminds me again

Of the black in your soul its natural

I could take these problems and

Blame them on you

I know what you did and you know

What I do