𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄, sam carpenter

seven

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Abby sighed, sitting outside of the hospital's doors, anxious. it was already dark out and she was just waiting for Sam who went back inside to get Tara discharged.

she's leaving – again.

i'm losing everyone in my life.

Abby continued to tell herself that repeatedly, fumbling with her fingers. snapping out of her thoughts, she pulled out her pill bottle that was nearly empty with only a few pieces left. she looked at the bottle with shaking hands, contemplating thoughtfully whether she should take one or not.

"no, Abby, you're fine. you're fine... you're fine...", Abby murmured breathily to herself, gripping tightly on the plastic container.

before she could give into temptation of taking a pill, she hurriedly placed back the bottle into her jacket once she heard the doors opening to Richie coming out first with the car keys in his hands. she got up and walked over to Richie who was bringing Tara in the wheelchair. Abby rushed over immediately to Tara and took over the wheelchair and brought her to the car and helped her into the back seat. "thanks, Abby.", Tara smiled, giving her a hug before Abby closed the door and was face to face with Richie.

"hey, Richie." "yeah?"

"drive safe.", Abby told him as she glanced over at Sam who was still inside talking with Sidney. she turned back to him and he scoffed with a smile, "of course i will. don't worry. it was nice meeting you though, um, Abby."

"can't say the same for you.", Abby chuckled, raising her eyebrows as she looked back to Sam inside the building. Richie laughed nervously, "uh, and why's that?"

letting out a soft yet dark chuckle, she turned to him, her eyes suddenly shifting into an intimidating glare, "i still think you're the killer, loser."

"swear on my life, i'm not.", Richie held up his hands that were shaking the slightest bit as he looked at Abby who just squinted her eyes at him before walking off towards the door where Sam was to say goodbye.

"shit.", Richie cursed under his breath as he watched the blonde girl while walking to the door of the driver's seat.

Abby's small smile immediately faded when she joined Sam and Sidney who were semi-arguing about leaving. "what do you want from me, lady?", Sam demanded from Sidney. Gale struts out of the hospital, joining Sidney by her side, "hey! watch your tone, new girl. you know how they always say it goes back to the original? here's the original."

"i want your help.", Sidney told Sam who just looked at her. "because you're wrong, this is your life now. which means whoever this is will keep coming for you."

"so?", Sam asked with a tad of impatience in her voice.

"so i want you to help us kill him.", Sidney continued. Abby piped in, "or her."

"you want me to help you and the host of a morning show commit murder?", Sam questioned. Gale and Sidney nodded. "and i'm what in this scenario? the bait? the helpless victim?"

"if the shoe fits.", Gale replied casually as Sidney corrected, "you're not helpless, Sam. he killed your friend, he killed Abby's entire family, he killed our friend too. and i have kids, which means i won't sleep until he's in the ground."