Chapter 20
Abby's POV
"What happened?" Harry asks as I take a sip of the water he had handed to me at some point.
I don't answer; I was thinking. My mind was somewhere else, replaying the encounter and our discussion and my fathers...his body language. The way he seemed sad or sorry for maybe even a second. Something I didn't think he had in him; regret. I could've been wrong though.
"Abby, please don't shut me out," Harry pleads.
I set the glass on the table after taking another sip, "I went to see my father,"
His eyes widen and he opens his mouth but I cut him off, "I know you told me not to go near him...but I had to. I had to get the last word in."
Harry looks at me and then runs a hand through his hair, "okay. What happened?"
"We talked and...I told him I was done with him, basically. And...he seemed...kind of sad, I think, maybe he felt regret. I don't really know. I don't know who that man is, but for a second I thought I recognized him..." When he looked sad, his eyes looked tired.
When I really looked at my father I could see the darkness under his eyes and the way his forehead was always wrinkled and how his brows were always knitted together.
He looked like when he did when he used to come from work. He'd kiss my mother's head and then come and sit beside me, exhaustion radiating off of him.
"Oh," Harry says, breaking me out of my daze.
"Yeah...I don't know what's going to happen now, I...I really don't know what to do,"
"Don't you have any close relatives,"
"I have that one aunt that pays for my school and needs...and then I have another aunt who's pretty cool. I haven't talked to her in a while though." I shrug. My other aunt, the care-free one, was on my moms side. She was the middle child and she was great. But she lived far away and was so busy with her life, how could she look after mine?
"No, I'm not going to be dependant on other people. I'm going to get through high school on my own and I'm going to win a full scholarship to a good school. I'm going to work my butt off and then leave this place," I tell Harry and he gives me a look.
"I believe in you," he tells me, "I think you can do anything, and I think you're so strong and that you think you need to rely on other people and what they can provide and their opinions...but I think that's all in your head and that you can do anything on your own if you really want it,"
Harry sits closer to me, looking down at my hand shyly so I make the move of taking his hand in mine and lacing our fingers together.
I look at him, sighing and my hair falling to the side of my face. He carefully and gently moves it behind my ear and then presses his lips to my temple, "you're beautiful," he says to me.
And I believed him.
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That day I had called Ally and filled her in on most things. I told her about the Kendall thing and how it had actually started to dim down and I told her about my father. She complained that I don't tell her anything and I told her I didn't want to worry her while she had to make up a bunch of school work.
She wanted to come over but Harry had told me he had something planned.
"I can't tonight, I'm going out with Harry,"
"What's up with yall anyway?"
"Well...we kind of...kissed," I say softly.
"Abby! And you didn't tell me! Fake friend!"
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FanfictionShe wrote "lonely" on her body because that's what she thought she was and "ugly" on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing "perfect" on every single inch of her