Shattering The Surfaces

Chapter One First Day

Two Months Later

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Abigail’s POV

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Sunlight was suddenly cast upon my closed eyes making my head throb even more. I rolled away from the light on my bed and groaned, pulling my pillow over the back of my head.

“Right, well I don’t feel sorry for you,” my mother’s tone was a mix of amusement and frustration.

“You’re lucky I didn’t tell your father since it’s the first day back to school,” now the anger showed.

I sat up groggily to see my mom standing in front of my bedroom window her arms folded over her chest giving me that disappointed parental glare.

“I’m sorry Anthony wanted…,”

“I don’t care what Anthony wanted Abigail, you’re not even dating him and I am pretty sure your father would not be overjoyed about that if you were,”

I made a grossed out face and frowned knowing she was right. My dad was a hard ass when it came to boys, except for Jonathan and Anthony and he was lenient about my relationship with the both of them because we have known each other so long, otherwise he would not have it and mostly I knew because of what he dealt with and heard at his group home.

“I’m really sorry,” I got up out of bed. My apology was sincere; I didn’t like disappointing my mother.

Her green eyes softened and she pulled her long hair into a loose pony tail like she always does when she was frustrated. I knew my father would be angry with her as well if he knew my mother had caught me sneaking in late last night and smelled of alcohol and did not tell him. The alcohol alone would have my dad livid.

“Go get ready for school,” she patted my arm and left the bedroom.

Still, I thanked god that my hangover wasn’t as bad for the first day of my senior year and hoped my father wouldn’t notice, not much gets past him.

I trudged over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes, I went with some regular jeans and a fitted graphic ‘The Doors’ t-shirt to keep it simple for the first day and didn’t want to think too much with my head throbbing dully knowing it would just get worse.

My room was your typical teenage girls room, posters of various musicians and celebrities on the cream walls, a large mirror with pictures of my friends and I through the years stuck in the oak frame, the purple tones of sheets and comforters on my bed all messed up that I just crawled out of, and my school bag slung over the chair to my desk where my laptop sat already to go for the new year.

Glancing at the time I had about forty five minutes to get ready and be down for breakfast. Quickly I gathered my bathroom things and took a hurried shower with extra care to brush my teeth and get the alcohol smell off of me if it still lingered.

Anthony had showed up wanting to go have one last ‘hoo-rah’ for the summer. I told him it would be a bad idea being the night before school started but he talked me into it as usual.

This summer had been different at least it seemed to be. Anthony was getting a little more cavalier with his partying and girls and I wasn’t even sure why he was still in school to begin with, he should have graduated last year, I was still glad he would be around for my final year. Then there was Jonathan who had been acting weird and standoffish all summer and less willing to cover for us like we always had done. Plus the looks he gave me sometimes were…confusing.

I had just shrugged it off as nerves; he knew we were just having fun. They were both my best friends since I was born. We had all been told the story many times of how they both had been fighting for my attention since they first laid eyes on me, being brothers you know.