LOGINAbigail
It was getting late and Nathan wasn't still home yet. Was it normal for him to stay out this late?.
After lunch, I'd taken a shower and slept off. When I'd opened my eyes, it was few minutes after 10 so I'd decided to wait up for Nathan; so that I could apologize to him, don't get me wrong.
Staring outside the window, I wasn't certain which I should look out for; his figure or his car although I couldn't tell if he left with his car or not.
"Nathan Heartfilia, we haven't haven't lived under the same roof for up to a day and here I am stressing out about you" I mumbled. Could it be because I had feelings for Nathan?.
Like I'd said before, despite Nathan's playboy attitude, girls still flocked towards him and I'm not any different.
The only way I might be slightly different is because I don't act of my feelings for Nathan.
Rather, I pen then down in my pink journal and create sexual fantasies that would forever remain between those pages.
Now that our parents were dating and all, Nathan and I would never happen. It wasn't as if I had a shot before as the dude barely knew u existed until now.
But, if our parents decide to take things further we would be step-siblings at the very most and it would be wrong to harbour such feelings for one's 'sibling' even though we weren't technically related by blood.
Hearing staggering footsteps climbing up the front porch, I tried to not get so excited about Nathan's arrival.
Pushing through the main door, Nathan walks into the house as I approach him. "You're back"
He was drunk. Heavily drunk but that didn't still stop him from being rude to me regardless."Get lost"
Nathan proceeds to make his way up the stairs but he staggers and slips. As if on impulse, I rush up to him. "Here, let me help y-"
Nathan pushs me away from him. "Get away from me, you freak!"
Freak?. Me?. Why?. Because I was trying to help him up the stairs?.
"What's going on here?" A strong voice demands. Turning towards the voice, I see Ricky dressed in his night clothe.
"I was just trying to help Nathan up the stairs. Sorry, if he was being too loud"
"There's is a bedroom right underneath us. It's sound proof and doesn't have much staircase" Ricky explains. "That's where Nathan sleeps whenever he comes home drunk. You can help take him there"
"Alright"
"And sorry for the inconvenience, Abigail"
"It's not a problem. You just go back to bed now" I wait until Ricky was out of sight before trying to get Nathan to receive my help because I didn't want Ricky to see Nathan treat me poorly.
I wanted to believe Nathan was being this violent because of the alcohol but then again, it could be because he was still possed from our encounter earlier this morning.
Surprisingly, Nathan didn't put up a fight with me the second time I offer him my help. With ease, I lead him to the bedroom downstairs as suggested by Ricky.
Gently, I place Nathan on the bed and just as I was about to leave, Nathan holds me back. "There really is more to you than meet the eyes"
"If you want to insult me again Nathan then you can just save it"
"I wonder, how long have you had sexual fantasies about me?"
I stilled. "What?"
Nathan chuckles slowly. "Don't play dumb with me, Abigail. Your pink journal, I read it"
How did he..?. Did I leave it lying around aimlessly?. That was impossible. That only meant one thing. "You vandalized my locker?"
"I had to look for something--anything at all--you kick you out of this house"
Tears threatened to roll down my cheeks but I held them back. "So now what?. Are you planning to read it out to the whole school?"
"If it didn't have intricate details about what my private part looked like, I guess I would have. But no, I wouldn't do such a thing"
"My journal" I say through gritt teeths, trying to hold back my tears. "Where is my journal?"
"I burned that shit"
That's it. I couldn't hold back anymore. "You monster" I yell, throwing punches at Nathan but he caught my wrist.
"You should be thankful that I did you a favour. If that journal falls into the wrong hands, your life is over"
"So what?. You're trying to say you did it for me?" I inquired, ridiculously.
"Take it however you want it" He tightens his grip on my wrist. "Now I have a question for you; why the fuck did you make me submissive in your fantasies?"
Dear god, he was back at this again. I didn't want to have this conversation so I tried to free myself from his grasp but he only tightened his hold on me. "Let go"
"Answer me first"
"It is my fantasy. I can do whatever I want" I could be way in over my head but I think Nathan was staring at my lips. "Are you staring at my lips?"
He didn't hesitate to respond. "Fuck, yes"
The way he abruptly responded frightened me. "W-Why?"
"I don't know. For some reason, I'm just dying to know how your lips taste"
I put some space between us. "You're drunk, Nathan"
"We've had a conversation for this long, Abigail. I think I'm pretty sane"
"Says the man who couldn't get himself up the stairs" Nathan wasn't listening to me. His eyes remained fixed on my lips. He wasn't going to do anything, was he?.
If he tried, did I have the will to stop him?. Our parents were into eachother. Plus, Ricky is a good guy.
There needed to be absolute nothing between Nathan and I so where the hell was all these sexual tension coming from?.
"Can I?" Nathan whispers.
Can he what?. Kiss me?. "Na--"
"Can I spread you out in three ways?"
Abigail's RoomThe moment my boots land on the carpeted floor of her room, Abigail takes a step back, her wide eyes darting between me and the still-open window. Her lavender scent lingering in the air. I straighten my jacket, more to steady my nerves than anything else. The flicker of hesitation in her eyes doesn't escape me, but it's quickly replaced by something sharper-defiance."Why are you here, Nathan?" Her voice is quiet but firm.I don't answer immediately. Instead, I start pacing in her room, trying to organize the mess of thoughts swirling in my head. Each step feels heavier, my frustration bubbling just beneath the surface."You're going to the dance with Luca," I finally say, my tone sharper than I intended.She blinks, caught off guard. "And? What does that have to do with you?"I stop pacing, turning to face her. "It's reckless," I say, my voice tight. "You're making a mistake."Her brow furrows, her confusion quickly giving way to anger. "A mistake? Going to a sch
Abigail's POVThe lavender dress feels soft against my fingers as I hold it up facing the mirror. Its flowing skirt and cinched waist give it an elegant simplicity, and for a moment, I allow myself to imagine walking into the school dance in it. The fantasy doesn't last long, though. I lower the dress and glance at the other options scattered across my bed. None of them feel quite right, and I can't understand why."Abigail, did you try the red one yet?" Mom's cheerful voice breaks through my thoughts as she steps into my room, carrying a steaming cup of tea."I don't think red's really my color," I reply, slipping the lavender dress over my head as I carefully adjusting the straps."Nonsense," she says, setting the mug on my dresser before coming to stand behind me. Her hands immediately go to work, smoothing out the fabric on my shoulders and waist. "You look good in anything baby."Her reflection smiles at me in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with an excitement I haven't seen
Nathan's POVThe cafeteria feels like a pressure cooker, and I'm seconds away from exploding. My jaw tightens as I watch Luca lean closer to Abigail, his cocky grin plastered across his face like he's already won. Her soft laugh rings out, and it hits me harder than it should.I don't wait for him to look my way or for her to notice my glare.The chair scrapes loudly against the floor as I stand, shoving it back with more force than necessary. The sound barely registers over the cafeteria noise as I storm out, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ache.The hallway is quieter, but it doesn't help. My thoughts race as I move quickly toward the exit, ignoring the startled looks of a few lingering students. The doors slam shut behind me as I step outside, the cool air hitting me like a slap to the face.I need space.My feet carry me toward the one place I know no one will bother me-the rooftop. It's where I go when the world feels too loud or too messy, a place where I can think.
Luca's POVThe school day begins the same as always, with the sound of lockers slamming and the muffled conversations of half-asleep students filling the halls. I lean against my locker, my eyes scanning the crowd. That's when I see her.Abigail walks in, her movements slower than usual. She looks distracted. Her gaze is unfocused, her lips pressed into a tight line.Even when someone accidentally bumps into her, she barely reacts, just keeps moving like she's on autopilot.Something's wrong.I grab my books and fall into step a few paces behind her, watching as she makes her way to her locker. She fumbles with the lock, her fingers trembling slightly. I want to ask her what's going on, but I hesitate. She's not the type to open up easily, and the last thing I want is to push her away.Still, I can't just do nothing."Hey, Abigail," I call out as casually as I can, approaching her locker.She glances over her shoulder, startled, and for a moment, there's a flicker of relief in her
Abigail's POVNathan glares at me, his expression cold and unyielding as I stand in the doorway. The tension between us is suffocating, and I have to fight the urge to step back. The night air brushes against my skin, but it does little to cool the heat rising in my chest.For a moment, I consider leaving. Maybe this isn't worth it.Maybe confronting him will only make things worse. But the memory of his argument with Ricky echoes in my mind-his anger, the bitterness in his voice, and the way he stormed out, leaving everyone else to deal with the aftermath.I take a deep breath, steadying myself."You know, you're not the only one dealing with things, Nathan."His glare sharpens, his lips curling into a bitter smirk."Oh, here we go," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What, are you going to play therapist now? Diagnose me with anger issues?Tell me I need to journal my feelings or something?"I fold my arms over my chest, refusing to be intimidated. "Maybe you do. Because
Nathan's POVThe living room feels smaller than usual, suffocating with the tension hanging between us.The air is heavy, the silence before Ricky speaks pressing down on me."You need to stop this, Nathan," Ricky says, his voice even and calm, though there's a sharp edge underneath.I pace back and forth, my sneakers scuffing against the floor, the movement the only way to release the frustration clawing at my chest."Stop what? Being the only one around here who sees what's really going on? You've invited strangers into our house and expect me to just play along like this is normal?"Ricky sighs, standing from the couch and folding his arms."They're not strangers. Abigail and her mom are part of my life now, and whether you like it or not, you need to learn to deal with that."His words only stoke the fire inside me. "Deal with it? You think I'm the problem here? Maybe if you didn't shove this perfect little fantasy family down my throat, I wouldn't have to 'deal with it.""This is







