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I don't know if I told you all (since some of you are a different audience than my MBAV one) but I have been feeling a bit down lately, which resulted to me not updating as much as I used to. I promise I'll try and update, but for now, I'm trying to focus on my mental health by taking breaks and making less deadlines. I hope you all can accept that; it's definitely not goodbye. Just a little warning.

Enough about the sad stuff; enjoy the chapter.

(Strong language below. Just a warning.)

Chapter 10: Good Riddance (And Good Coffee)

"You want to talk about your dad?" Phil asks in utter shock. Abi nods, sitting down on the chair. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair was a mess. She has her glasses on, which he hardly ever sees; like him, Abi wore contacts, but hardly wore her dark red glasses.

"Why?" Phil blurts out.

Abi raises an eyebrow, and Phil blushes, sitting down with Striker in his lap. "I mean, I'm happy, but I'm kind of confused. What made you want to talk about your dad? I know you are really secretive about your past...I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

Abi shakes her head, looking away. "I want to tell you, Phil. You need to know. You need to know so you can let me go."

"Is that what it's about?" Phil's voice rises. Abi never sees Phil angry. "Abi, I don't need to know about your past to not feel terrible that you're leaving. I'm going to miss you, but I don't think you'll..."

His face scrunches up, biting his lip as if he were determining something.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to make up his mind.

"After what happened, I don't want you to leave. If you don't want me to feel like I'll miss you, fine, I won't. But, Abi, Dan will be miserable. He loves you; whether it be platonic or romantically, and if you are going to leave just like that," He snaps his fingers. "I don't know how he'd manage."

Abi sighs. "Fine. Don't let me go. I want to tell you so...so I at least leave you with the truth."

Phil raises an eyebrow, and Striker whines; he's hungry.

He lets Striker walk to his food bowl, and as he is munching on food, he looks at Abi with sad eyes.

"If it makes you feel better, I guess you can tell me. I won't promise you that I will ever let you go, but I promise I'll accept your story. No matter what it is."

Abi smiles sadly. "Alright."

She takes a breath.

"So it started in -"

Her phone suddenly buzzes beside her. Phil frowns, and Abi does as well. She wanted to ignore it, but Phil had different plans; he grabs the phone and looks at the screen. His eyes widen, and they flicker across the screen.

"What?" Abi is suddenly curious, and she scoots closer to him, pushing her glasses up.

"I-It's...oh my god." Phil mumbles.

"What is it?"

"I-It's...Dan."

Abi feels as if the air was knocked out of her.

It was Dan. Her Dan. He was okay, and he was safe.

But she didn't know where he was.

She struggles to find the words to speak, but Phil just shakes his head, handing Abi the phone. She grabs it, and shakily opens it. Tears stain her glasses - though she is trying not to show it - and she reads the text out loud to Phil.

3:08 pm

from: Dan-Bear xx

i know you might not care, but i'm at starbucks. you know which one. please come as soon as you can. i want to talk to you.

Two more texts popped up when she finished.

3:09 pm

from: Dan-Bear xx

and i love you.

3:09 pm

from: Dan-Bear xx

and i'm sorry for that.

It's short and vague. Nothing at all what Abi had expected. Her mind had wandered to dangerous places, so she was glad it wasn't a bad text. She was glad he was safe. But she was more confused than she was happy.

"He's at Starbucks?" Phil chuckles. "Typical Dan."

Striker nuzzles against Phil's foot, and Phil picks him up, cradling him. He whimpers softly, and closes his eyes, sleeping. Abi shakes her head, and she puts the phone back on the couch. Phil looks mildly concerned.

"So you're going to get him." Abi says quietly. It's not a question.

"He texted you!" Phil retorts.

"Yeah, I'm sure he texted you the same thing."

"No he didn't, you can even check."

Phil pulls out his phone, and, to Abi's disappointment, there was no text from Dan.

Abi sighs. "I'm not going."

"You have to go, Abi." Phil says. "He is the one that texted you, and he probably wants to talk to you. I'm his best friend; he'll tell me when he wants to. But he loves you in a romantic way. He loves me platonically. It's more important that you go. I have to take care of Striker anyway."

"I'll take care of Striker, just please don't make me go." Abi hates to admit it, but she is really fulfilling the nickname 'kid'.

"Abi, please." Phil whines. "I know you are mad, but -"

"You can't make me!" Abi screams, startling Striker, and making him jump out of Phil's lap, and onto his bed. Abi regrets it now; she knew that Striker was abused before becoming part of their family, so loud noises were a bad idea.

Phil seems upset at her as well.

"I'm sorry." she squeaks.

"It's okay."

"No it's not."

"It is, I swear."

"It will be if you don't make me go." Abi ends ups saying, and Phil sighs.

"Abi, just go. I think it would be good for Dan. If you're mad at him, sing 'Good Riddance' and leave. At least put him out of his misery. Seem him for one last time if you want, and at least talk it out like adults. You and I know Dan the most; he likes closure, whether it ends well or not."

Abi still looked hesitant. Phil could tell.

"He said it himself, Abi. He loves you. And you do too. Don't break his heart. Not yet."

Phil thinks he won that one, because Abi just quietly nods, gets up, and walks out. Phil doesn't care about a jacket; it's not that cold out. But she looked like shit; he'll admit that. He didn't have much courage to say that to her.

When the door shuts, Phil walks over to Striker to pat his head. He flinches, but softens into Phil's touch.

"Sorry 'bout that, buddy." Phil whispers, his Northern accent showing a bit. "Dan and Abi were always conflicting people."

"Yes, I'm sure." Abi says into her phone, walking on the wet sidewalk. "Yes, I know it's last minute. But I changed my mind. I'm really sorry, but I think I need to embark on this with them. I'm not ready to go on my own."

A few more mumbles, and she stops in front of the Starbucks. Her eyes widen; Dan's looking at her at the window. She closes her eyes.

"I'm sorry again for the inconvenience." Abi whispers. "I'll talk again to you soon."

She hangs up, and walks into the warm environment. She orders a caramel macchiato, and sits down in the small booth where Dan is at. They are facing each other, but both their heads are down, as if they were ashamed of showing their faces to each other.

After awkward sips of coffee, Dan finally lifted his face. Abi took a peek.

His eyes were dead. The caramel swirls that were once there were gone. He looked lifeless. He had the same grey hoodie he left with; the 'emo Pikachu' sweater. There were rings of purple around his eyes, and his hobbit hair peeked out of the hood of his jumper.

"Who were you talking to?" Dan's voice was scratchy and sounded unused.

Abi sips her drink. "Landlord."

Dan nods, and sips his drink as well.

"Caramel macchiato?"

Dan nods silently.

"Me too." Abi says, and then they sit in an uncomfortable silence. The room felt heated, as if tension was literally rising.

"You're in your pyjamas."

"I came as soon as you texted." Abi hated to lie to Dan, but, to be fair, it was a white lie. It wasn't too far from the truth.

"Why did you text me?" Abi finally asks, and Dan sucks in a breath, taking in the caramel smell of his drink.

"You're the only one I thought of."

"Not even Phil?"

"I needed closure. And I am not fighting with Phil. I'm fighting with you."

"Yeah, no shit." Abi tries her hardest to keep her anger hidden, but it shows through her voice. Dan looks sad when she says that, closing his eyes as if he were trying to keep himself from getting frustrated at her.

"Please, Abi," he says after a while. "I just want to talk."

"About what, Dan?" Abi snaps. "You left for three days, and Phil was worried sick. He was going to call the police today, and your mom was crying when I talked to her. Your friends are worried about you, and -"

"And how about you?" Dan retorts. Abi is taken back. "Everyone cares, Abi, but do you care? Is this some sort of thing when you try and convince me to come back for everyone who loves me. But I love you. And I've loved you since your locket got tangled in the fucking train tracks."

He takes a breath, calming himself down. "Do you even care if I leave? You're going anyway."

Abi is crying. Dan leans back in his chair, head back against the cushions, laughing bitterly.

"Might as well get it over with, Abi!" he chuckles darkly. "Tell me you don't care! You're the only one who is keeping this going! So tell me, Abigail, that you are going to leave in a week, and you never loved me. Then I promise that I'll never speak to you again, and I'll let you go."

Abi's in hysterics. She open her mouth, but shuts it again; she can't handle saying that she didn't love him. She wasn't that bad of a liar.

"I fucking love you, Howell."

"Dammit, Woods!" Dan screams, loud enough for the whole Starbucks to hear him. He shoots up, hitting his knee under the table. His macchiato spilled, dripping onto the ground. Abi was crying harder than she had ever.

"You always ruin everything!" Dan cries. "It's not fair! I'm letting you go, but you love me, and that's all I wanted! Make it easier for yourself and me, and stopping loving me! I am not worth it, and you're leaving anyway, so take it back! Say you fucking hate me, because leaving us, " He wipes his tears angrily. "because leaving me is nearly the equivalent of hating me!"

"You don't mean that!" Abi's voice raises up. "Tell me you don't mean it!"

The employees consider kicking them out, but they recognize Dan. They don't dare say a word, but they make the girl filming the whole thing turn off her camera. The girl agrees, and deletes the video as soon as possible. Some people leave because of the disruption.

"If you won't say it, then by all means, let me say it!" Dan yells. Abi shakes her head, but Dan is lost in his anger.

"I hate you, Abigail Woods." Dan grits out angrily through his teeth. "I hate everything you do to me, and I hate how you make me feel. You make me love you, but you make me look like a fucking monster. I hate that I love you!"

Abi can't hear Dan anymore. She heard her dad, screaming insults at her, beating her so hard.

Dan heaves a breath, and then sees the distraught in her eyes. He failed. He was supposed to make amends, but he failed. And now she was crying.

"A-Abi," he croaks, leaning forward to stoke her head. Abi screams, and pulls back, flinching.

"Don't hurt me!" she screams. "Please! Enough!"

It finally clicks. Dan realized what mistake he had made.

"A-Abi...p-p-please don't tell me someone h-hurt -"

Abi can't take it anymore.

"I hope you have the time of your life, Howell."

She runs out of the Starbucks, spilling her drink on the table. Dan runs after her, into the rain.

"Abi, I'm sorry, please!" Dan yells, losing her to the rain.

Abi runs, the rain blocking her view. She didn't even notice she was on the road before she saw headlights and heard the loudest horn that ever blared in her ears.

"ABI!"

Abi felt numb. Something collided into her side, and she heard screeches and the cracks of her bones. She winces at the pain; it was unbearable. She thinks she let out a screech of pain, but her pounding head was blocking the sound. She heard the slurs of the driver, and the rain surrounded her. She was on the ground. She could feel the wet pavement, and someone leaning over her.

"Abi, Abi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The voice repeated that, and she could hear sirens.

She placed a shaky hand on her chest, and looked at her hand.

It was wet, sticky, and red.

Blood.

Her head throbs, as her eyes flutter close, the world dimming out of view.

Blackness.

The last thing she heard was a familiar voice, heavy with sobs.

"I take it back, Abigail. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

Anyone catch that Green Day reference?

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