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Abigail
I sit up in bed, as Clayton and Vic finish talking. I’ve been listening. I couldn’t sleep once they started, so instead, I just listened. I look between the guys as they’re watching me. I feel like shit. I’m sure I’m going to be sick again, I just don’t know when.
“Clayton, will you come sit with me?” I ask, grabbing Vic’s hand before he can go too far.
“Sure, Honey.” He stands, coming over and sitting with me and the pup. “What’s going on, you need to go to the bathroom again?”
I shake my head, no. “I’m not manipulating anyone. I’m sorry. I don’t know how bad I’ve been, but I’m sorry. I’ll get help, and I’ll do what you want me to. As long as I don’t have to stay in this place or eat anytime soon. I feel worse now than when you forgot to give me meds the first night home after surgery.”
“I already told you what I want, but you do what you want, or talk to Vic.”
“You said you want me to quit using. I’ll quit using. I swear. Please, don’t leave me. I know I messed up. I’ll be better. Just don’t make me do this alone.”
“Honey.” Clayton touches my cheek. “Don’t you get it, we’re here, but asking you to stay here is us admitting that we need help to help you. It’s our shortcomings that the hospital can help with. If something went wrong, they could help, they know what to do. Staying here helps us to help you.”
“You’re going to have to leave me, though. I don’t wanna be alone. I’ll stay if that’s what you want, though.” Tears slip down my face. I know I’m going to lose them both, and it’s all my fault.
“It would just be through the worst part of it. After that, Vic thinks he may have an idea. Right, Vic?”
“Yeah, mom said you can stay with them. She’s always home to be with you. We can come to see you every day, Watch movies and listen to music. Whatever you want.”
I bite my lip but nod. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” I get up and make a mad dash to the bathroom, so they don’t see me breakdown. I’m going to be alone. Before I know it, I’ll be back to sleeping in my car or at the garage. They’re going to be able to move on, and I’ll be stuck. There’s a knock on the bathroom door. I clear my throat, but it doesn’t help. “Y-yeah?”
“Baby girl?”
“I-I’m okay.” I sniff, trying to keep the sobs breaking out for them to hear.
“Honey, you don't have to agree to this, or you can make stipulations. Missus Townsend said we can stay at the house with you, just not in the same room, at first. It’s better for you, but we would be there.” Clayton says, jiggling the handle on the door.
“It’s fine. I’ll do what you want me to.” I bite my shirt to keep from crying out. I’ve got snot everywhere at this point.
“Baby girl, open the door. It shouldn’t be locked.”
“I’m using the bathroom.” I don’t exactly lie; I am using the bathroom- to hide. I’m sitting on the floor against the wall.
“Honey, come on, you need to come out here. I can hear it in your voice.” Clayton calls my bluff.
“I’m going to take another shower.”
“How many does that make?” Vic asks. I can’t answer because I’ve lost count.
“Fine, but unlock the door, or I’ll smash it in,” Clayton demands.
I flick the lock after I strip my clothes. I jump into the shower before either can stop me. The door opens, and I see the top of Clayton’s head, so I turn to the water, letting it wash the tears but have to bite my lip, so they don’t hear me. It takes forever for them to leave. I end up sitting on the shower floor, just letting the water run and lay my head against the wall. I’m really missing my bath about now. It’s the one place I can usually be left alone.
Next thing I know, I’m being pulled from a cold shower and into Vic’s arms. “Baby girl, you fell asleep.”
“Sorry.” My lip trembles.
“What did you do to your lip. Clay, I think she needs stitches!” Vic growls.
“I’m okay. I just bit my lip.”
“You almost put your teeth through it. Jesus Christ, Abigail.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t yell at me.” I pull from him and smack into Clayton as another bout of tears starts.
“Come here, Honey.” He picks me up, and I cradle into him. He sits on the bed with me, and a nurse is waiting to look at my lip.
She pulls my lip out. “It’s going to be sore, but I don’t think she needs stitches. You need to quit chewing on your lip.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. How about we get you some food? Anything you want?” I shake my head, no. “You’ve got to try. I’ll get you a liquid tray. Do you boys want anything from downstairs?”
“That’s alright. I found a diner round the way if we decide we’re hungry.” Clayton smiles.
“I’ll be back in a few. Help her get dressed, and we’ll get her vitals when I come back.”
The nurse walks out, and I pull from Clayton with the towel Vic wrapped around me. I go into the bathroom and put my clothes back on. I need to go back out there, but I don’t want to. I’m pacing the bathroom when the door opens.
“You’re going to wear a path in the floor. Why don’t you come out?”
“Leave me alone, Vic. I’m alone in here. I need to get used to being alone; that’s how it’s going to be.” I wrap my arms around myself and turn my back on him as I begin my pacing again.
"You gonna help me out here or let her keep freaking out?" Vic asks, but I'm not really paying much attention. Then I run into the wall that is Clayton Cross. I try to push away, but he’s grabbed me.
“That’s it; you wanna hit, you hit me. You wanna yell and scream; you never get to leave. As for being alone? The whole point of this is so that you won’t be. Honey, stop.” He pulls me in tight and kisses me.
That feels good; I let my hand wander under his shirt and try to deepen the kiss. I want more. I need more. I need him inside me. I want him to fuck me stupid. Make me forget everything. He can do that. He pulls at me. Kisses me harder.
“If I do this, give you this will you stay? Get treated? Talk to someone?” He presses his hard cock against me.
“I told you I would. I just don’t want to be alone. I hate being alone. Bad things happen when I’m alone.”
“We ain’t goin’ anywhere, Honey.” Clayton pulls at my drawstrings.
“Hey, no! I warned you. Get away from her!” Vic is between us, pushing us apart. “Clay, listen to me because she’s not. You can’t do this. You know it in your right mind. It won’t fix anything.”
“That’s where your wrong, Vic. This.” He reaches for me. “This is how Abigail and I connect, you and her may talk better, but we well.” He chuckles.
Vic stays his place, back to my front and front to front with Clayton. “I can’t let you do this. You’re supposed to be the reasonable one, and right now, you aren’t being very reasonable. Please, don’t make me make you leave. I don’t want to, but I will.”
Clayton looks at me. “I’m sorry, Honey. Guess it will have to wait for you to come home.” He steps back and out of the bathroom, hands up in his hair as he goes.
I shove against Vic’s back. “Get away from me. You take everything from me.” Vic’s arms wrap around me. “Don’t touch me. You won’t let Clayton touch me, so you can’t either.”
“Stop fighting with me, Abigail,” Vic says before taking a hit to the gut. “Fuck, come on, you were doing so good.”
“Stop touching me. You’re hurting me.” I cry out.
“You’re fighting against me. Stop, and I’ll let you go.”
“I don’t want you to touch me. I want him. I’ve always wanted him.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. It’s always been Mister Perfect. I’m sorry I’m not as pretty as he is or as tall, but I’m not letting you go or ever leaving you.”
“That’s all you’ve ever done is leave me! You only talked to me when it suited you. He never did that. From day one, he made sure I knew he was interested in front of everyone!” Fucking tears again.
“Vic, you gotta let her go. Stop making her torture herself.” Chaos is growling and starting, as Clayton holds him back from jumping us. “We need to stop this. All of us. She’s not going anywhere, she promised. We have to try to trust her. Honey, we’re like this because we love you. You’re fighting like this because you love us. So here’s the deal. We’re not going anywhere, none of us. Help will be gotten and-” He looks me dead in my eyes. “One of us will come with you to every meeting, every appointment, not because we don’t trust you, but because if we don’t understand what’s going on, we can’t help you at home. Things are going to change, but not all change is bad. Being with us was a change, was that bad?” He looks to us both.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. Did I mention they took my bras? Not that I have much, to begin with, but it’s all the same. A girl needs those.
“Come sit down. Food should be here anytime.”
“Great, more puking just what I wanted.” I push through Vic and go to the bed, Chaos not far behind me.
“I think I need my ribs wrapped. She took a cheap shot.” Vic thinks he whispers to Clayton.
