Bound To You (The Grabber FanFiction)

White Pages

Abigail
I never had a feeling like this. I always thought I was above all those giddy feelings. My eyes were on my future. Getting out of this small evil town. A town I had never found my place in. Then I met Albert Shaw, and he consumed my thoughts. There wasn't a free moment that he didn't cross my mind.

I was more than halfway deep in the white pages. Albert Shaw.. I slide my finger across to line up with the address, and his number. Everything I ever did was done hesitantly. But calling him felt like something I was meant to do. Like someone was guiding my hand towards the phone. Moving my fingers to spin the dial.

Albert
The phone startled me. I looked down at my check book, I had drawn an accidental line through my signature. I groaned and grabbed the phone. I mentally cursed whoever was calling me. No one ever called me. Only telemarketers and the ghosts in the basement.

"Hello." Abigail's voice was soft, and sweet like hot maple syrup, and how I longed to taste her.

"Albert?" For once she called me Albert. In that moment I knew that I could hear my name shimmer off her tongue a thousand times over.

We were on opposite sides of the street, residing in our own homes. So I know she couldn't see me, but her voice alone made me sit up straight. I couldn't be off my mark. I couldn't even slouch when speaking to her.

I cleared my throat, and stumbled out her name "Miss Abigail."

"I'm sorry if I bothered you,"she muttered, "I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No, no not at all. I'm scotch free Abigail."

"A-are you sure?"

I grinned. I moved my bills, and my check book aside. I kicked my feet up, and crossed one leg over the other. "Abigail, for you I'm always free. Don't forget that."

Abigail thanked me Then she giggled softly.

"What are you laughing about, hm?" I whispered.

"Nothin," she said shyly.

"You are trouble you know that. It's always the pretty ones that get away with murder."

"I am not trouble," she protested

"You know how pretty you aren't. You know an old man like me would drool over you," I chuckled.

"You aren't.. that old," she giggled again. "

"Oh no?" I asked sarcastically. "I think my gray hair would beg to differ. I think I'm a little old for you at least. What were your words," I shut my eyes tightly and tried to remember the line, "Oh yes, 'Respecting your elders.''"

Abigail suppressed her laughter, "Oh that's not fair! Well your memory seems to still be intact."

I laughed out loud at her cleverness. "You are something else you know that?"

Abigail snickered, "Besides even if you are older... it doesn't make you any less... handsome."

"Do you think so? You think I'm handsome Abby?"

"Is it okay if I do? Or are you still too old for me," she poked.

"Now you're mocking me are you sweetheart," I said through a smile.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, Abigail I have a couple of ideas," I groaned.

"And what would those be, Mr. Shaw?" Abigail added. "And before you say it.. I don't know how appropriat it is for me to call you Albert. Being our age gap and all..."