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Abigail
"Hurry up and pack your bags, Abigail. We don't have all day!" Mother calls out loud to me from downstairs.
Once again, mother had another failed relationship but no sooner had she gotten out of this one than she'd entered into another one.
The only difference is that this time, mother claims she'd found "the one" and so insists we move into his house which brings us to the the reason why we were currently packing.
"Can't we just leave some things behind?" I inquired, moving downstairs with a brown box in my hands. "I mean, you guys aren't even married yet"
Mom flashed her ring finger infront of me. "But we are engaged"
"It doesn't count as anything in my book" I state because I knew the reason why mother wasn't getting married to her new man yet. She wasn't sure whatever they had was going to last.
From mother's past failed relationships, I'd gotten to know that what my mother truly needed wasn't a man but rather therapy.
Don't get me wrong, it's just that mother keeps trying to find traces of dad in the men she dates. It's like she hasn't yet moved on from father's death and honestly, I can't say I'd completely moved on as well because I had no one to talk about these kind of things with.
I barely have friends at school and at home, mother is always....well, in a world of her own.
Mother waves her hands all over the air. "Whatever. Let's just get going" Mother stills as she does a head-count of the boxes I'd brought down. "15?. What are in these boxes?"
I shrugged, pushing back my glasses on my nose bridge. "My books"
"Books?"
"Yes, you know. For my studies"
"And your clothes?"
"I'll just come get them some other time"
"God, Abigail" Mother grunts. "I hope Ricky's son teaches you a thing or two about having a social life"
"Who is Ricky?"
"My boyfriend"
I make an "O" with my mouth because honestly, the only thing I knew about mother's boyfriend was that he has a penis. Every other thing was redundant.
Ricky...now I know why mother was dating the guy though. His name starts with an "R" just like father's; Roan.
"Ricky has a son?. That's news to me" I say, trying my best to act interested.
"Yeah. Nathan's a delight. I can't wait for you and him to become best pals" Mother's voice trails off as she stares at the boxes. "You know what?. Why don't you come pick your books some other time?"
I shake my head, disapprovingly. "You pulled me out of school to move into your boyfriend’s house, Mother. The book goes"
"We don't even know if there will be space enough for those books yet so for now; they stay"
Throwing my hands up in the air, I accept defeat. "Fine, let's go"
Swinging my bag over my back, I help mom move her belongings to the car booth. Once well-placed, I make my way to the backseat as mother drives off mumbling how all this was going to be an "adventure" for us.
As mother chatted off, I unzip my bag; pulling out a family portrait of mother, father and I.
Father. I thought. I know you're planning to wreck mother's new found relationship again but she seems happy this time so, can you please let her be?.
I stared at the portrait for a long ass time before tucking it back safely inside my bag as mother's endless chatters seemed to have come to an end.
Lifting my head up, i inquired. "Has the car broken down?"
"No, baby girl. We're here"
Staring out the car window, my jaw dropped as I see our car packed infront of a golden gate. As some men rush to open either side of the gate, mother drives in as the huge mansion becomes clearer.
"This is where your new boyfriend lives?" I asked. "Who exactly did you meet this time?. The president of the country?."
"Don't be silly, Abigail. Ricky is not the president." Mother states, her voice filled with pride. "Not yet, anyways"
"Not yet, anyways?" I repeat.
"You can save all your questions and ask him personally" Mother drives her car into the garage. No sooner had her car come to a stop had a line of maid servants filed out by the car door.
Princess treatment. I thought. Mother better not leave her new "boyfriend" any time soon or he's going to have a hard time dealing with his heartbreak.
The maid servants open the car door for us as mother and I both stepped out.
"Welcome" They greet in unison.
Mother throws her car keys into the hands of the maid servant nearest to her. "There are some bags in the booth. Please help me move them into the house"
"Will do, ma'am"
"And your name is?"
"Theresa"
"Thank you, Theresa" Mother turns over to me. "Let's get going, Abbie"
As I trudged behind mother, I couldn't get over this cinderella "step-mother" vibes I was getting from her. I guess people do change where there's money involved.
When we get to the house front door, there was a door man waiting for us.
"Welcome, madam" He greets, throwing the door open. "Master Ricky has been expecting you"
"Thank you"
In as much as mother walked into the house as if she owned the place already, I was quite taken aback that she still remembered her manners and was able to say words like "Please" and "Thank you".
I bet she was just trying to make a good first impression on them as mother loves being loved by everyone.
On walking through the front door, my jaw dropped as I took in the sight of mansion. It's interior was unlike anything I'd ever seen.
I couldn't contain the gasp that escaped my lips. "Whoa"
"You like it, huh?" Mother inquired, grinning. "This is going to be your new home"
I was too engrossed with the house that I hadn't been watching where I was going until I'd bumped into a hard, masculine figure.
id to open my eyes until --
"Watch where you're going, dork" said the voice of a very angry person. A voice I was familiar with all too well.
Slowly opening my eyes, Nathan's face comes to view as a loud shriek climbed up my throat. "W-What are you doing here?" I stammered unable to form actually sentences.
And how could I when Nathan Heartfilia was right infront of me.
"I should be asking you that question"
Nathan grabbed my wrist; tightening his grip as if I were a thief. "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?"
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







