Bound To You (The Grabber FanFiction)

Salt, and Sugar

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences." - Anonymous

Albert
The sky was a dark shade of blue. The stars were hardly visible, but come a half an hour, or so they would serve as the only light. I lugged an unopened bag of mulch into the bed of the van. I slide it back as far as it would go. There was a boy's body wrapped securely with tarp, and heavy-duty duct tape. I had my hand on the trunk door. I was about to slam it shut. When I stopped. I heard her. Her soft little voice had startled me. From the day we met she was imbedded in my brain. I tried to pull the thought of her out of my head, but she had her claws stuck in me. Every time the girl left my mind, she'd find her way back. Hence why I didn't believe it when I heard her whispered my name.

"Albert."

I turned around, and there she was right behind me. My ears weren't deceiving me. Upon seeing her a grin replaced the previous scowl on my lips.

"Miss Abigail... sneaking up on me, are ya?"

Abigail used those long locks of brown hair as a blanket to hid herself. Why you would want to hide a face so beautiful I don't know. She bit down on that sweet smile. But as much as she tried, I could still see her; all of her. Her cheeks were the color of cherries. Abigail was just as smitten as I was.

"Hi."

Her voice was so quiet it tickled my eardrums. To survive in this town, she needed to learn to speak up, but she was so timid she let the wind blow her words away.

The first day we met she wore a similar dress they were both black and came down to the middle of her calf. However, this one lacked the dainty floral pattern the first had. I noticed her hand were gripping a chunk of the fabric so tightly her knuckles were white. Abigail was looking down at her feet trying to avoid the wet grass from making contact with her skin.

From my first encounter with Abigail, I knew she scared easily; But I refused to let anything go wrong this time, I took every precaution I could. I made an effort not the slam the van door shut when I closed it.

"What are you doing out here, Missy?"

I laid my back against the van door. I crossed my arms over my chest. Abigail lips were parted ever so slightly. When her eyes met mine, it was like a shot to the gut. Those caramel brown gems glistened in the fading light.

Abigail looked over her shoulder at her parent's house.

"I got a little lonely in that house..."

"Aren't your parent's home."

Abigail shook her head.

"They aren't home at the moment. Even if they were it wouldn't matter. Its quiet no matter who's home."

I nodded and looked back at my own house.

"I know the feeling."

Abigail always had a sad look in her eyes, and I racked my brain to think what hardships a rich girl in Galesburg had. As usual I was assuming again. I tried not to do that anymore, at least not to assume about her. There was something poetic about understanding the constant state of loneliness. No amount of company could fill an empty hole. No words needed to be exchanged. We had said enough to understand each other.

Abigail looked at the van and then back at me.

"What were you doing?"

I straightened my posture. I guarded the van with my body. As if I thought the 5-foot, 3 inch twenty something year old girl was a threat. Abigail had no chance should she ever try to get through me, but stranger things had happened. Stranger things: like dead boys calling the disconnected rotary phone in my basement.