The Rutherford Twins {Book Two}

Chapter 5/62

️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: Abuse

Nancy's POV

After a very disturbing, sleepless night, I concluded that I'll act as if what happened last night never happened, but it turns out there's no need for that.

There's no need to act because I mustered the courage to talk to him about it...

--and he wasn't there.

Tory packed the little things he had left and left my house without informing me.

I don't exactly know how to feel about it because last night was something that clearly doesn't happen very often, between two of us, so I understand it must have been weird; but on the other hand, I can't tell if he left because he wanted to give me space, probably feeling bad that I did what I did OR because he's feeling bad because he initiated it.

I honestly can't tell.

I may not have made such a move with anyone before -- literally in my whole life, but it definitely wasn't his fault...

Not exactly.

I mean, with his physique, yes, he caused it, but he didn't totally cause what happened. I had my role in it as well.

I've been contemplating calling him in my mind. It's Sunday, so I really have nowhere to go to clear my head; at least work related. I can decide to take myself out, or even call Nina so we can chill and talk about business or just sister stuff, but I know, deep within me, my mind will betray me.

Besides, it'd be stupid of me to just ignore what happened. Sooner or later, Tory and I will have to work, talk things out.

I hate myself.

It's my decision... I have to make it.

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"Can I come in?" I offer a polite smile.

"Oh wow... I never in a million years thought you would willingly come to my house-- wait, I spoke too soon. Your face looks pale. You're not dressed all expensive and your hair isn't even properly done." Abby pauses, only to gasp; "wait, did the director say we're shooting today?"

She doesn't even give me time to respond before turning around and yelling; "shit! Can't that man take a break? We all have a life, does he know that?" She turns back to me only to sigh. "Alright, I'll get my bag..."

"Abby..."

"I know, I know, it's weekend and I shouldn't choose something expensive. Blah blah blah. I already knew you'd say that." She turns around, starting to walk her way up the stairs.

"Abby!" I raise my voice a little higher, hoping to get her attention.

"Oh, forgot my manners, you can come in... Seriously girl, my house is yours as well. Step in and close the door behind you."

She's not paying attention; "Abby!"

She turns immediately at the rage my voice holds, creasing her brows.

Okay, good. I have her attention now.

She runs down the stairs hurriedly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "What happened, girl? Is everything alright?"

This is one of those moments where Abby is calm, understanding without a sense of humour. As strange and selfish as that sentence sounds, you'd understand perfectly when you're around her; when you know her. Seriously, she uses humour to respond to everything, except when she talks about her mother that is; sometimes it gets annoying.