JJ has always compared Abigail to a lighthouse. Reliable, safe, hopeful - the bright light in his sea of darkness, guiding him back home - to safety. But, unfortunately, all lighthouses eventually lose their light for a period of time. They burn out...
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"I wasn't trying to push you away."
- JJ Maybank
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[present day]
Abigail gave Sarah the spark note version of what happened to her last night, not trying to go deep into detail like she did earlier this morning. Sarah got emotional, which just made Abby want to crawl under a rock, so she claimed to be tired, and excused herself to take a nap.
But, she didn't nap.
She tried resting her eyes, but every time they closed, she was back at the surf shop, fighting off two grown men for her mother's mistakes. Anytime she closed her eyes, even for a second, she was reliving the entire nightmare again. Her heart was racing, her eyes flickering around the room at every sound the old house made. So, instead, she sat on the bed, knees to her chest, staring blankly at the wall in front of her, trying to calm her racing heart.
It wasn't until she heard voices on the porch did her heart rate slow. She couldn't make out exactly what her friends were saying, but she wasn't alone in the house, and that was enough to ease her panic.
She gave up after an hour, and walked into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich so she could take more medicine. She felt the pain killers wearing off a while ago, but she knew she hadn't eaten anything yet today — or really much yesterday.
Sarah sat with her in the kitchen while she ate, Abigail asked her about what happened with Rafe, hoping to avoid further questions about her incident. It worked, thankfully, and before Sarah could turn the conversation around to her, John B asked his girlfriend to sit outside with him.
Abigail changed out of the sweats into the clothes Kiara picked up for her, grateful the girl grabbed her leggings, to hide the bruises on her legs and make her comfortable. Although, the tank top she brought exposed all the bruises on her torso, and arms. Her eyes lingered on the stab wound, hidden behind the white bandage wrapped around her arm, flinching at the memory of the knife puncturing her skin. So, she grabbed one of JJ's button down shirts and threw it on over her tank top, her heart racing again.
