He's Her Life

Chapter 1

                              Abbys POV
Flashback/Nightmare
"Can you tell me if the man that assaulted you is in these pictures," asks the detective.
With a shaky hand and tears in my eyes, I shift in the very uncomfortable chair that's against a wall that hides me from everyone outside. This room feels very open but also private as I picked out his face. I can't help but wish it wasn't him, it wasn't the only guy I trusted besides my grandpa. I take a deep breath gathering my voice to talk.

  "Yes, that's him." I pointed to the picture of the guy who used to be my best "guy" friend, up until last night. I closed my eyes trying to push the knot in my throat down, having to control my breathing so I don't have a panic attack in front of this detective. It's already hard enough to look the detective in the eye after telling him what happened to me. I couldn't have a panic attack or I would need to be saved by my mom and older sister.

  I'm 22 and should be able to control my breathing until I get to the car. Realization hit me like a semi-truck as the detective brought my mom into the room and said, "We need to see the car." I cleared my thoughts and said, "I cleaned the back, it was bloody, I'm so sorry."

  "Oh hun, that's fine we can still get what we need." I nod my head as I get up. My body is shaking from the anxiety of it all. "Can you show me your car?" I walk with the detective,
feeling numb and not yet having everything processed in my brain. Everything feels like it's going 100 miles per second but at the same time like everything is going so slow. I just want this night to end.

  I jump up with my curly dark brown shoulder-length hair in a messy bun sticking out in every direction. I look to my left while rubbing the nightmare from my eyes and see Liam, my 5-year-old sleeping in his normal position curled up with his butt in the air. My breathing calms as I look at his sleeping face and hear his not-so-soft snores. Not gonna to lie, my little man, snores like a big man.
 
I grab my phone from the bedside table to check the time and it reads 5:30 am. I roll my eyes and think for a minute if I should get up right now. I'm kind of sweaty and if I wash my hair then it will be easier to do after I'm dressed. It's early enough that I should be done by the time I need to get Liam up. Plus it's not like I can go back to sleep after the nightmare and the shower will help me feel a little better.

  We live in a 1 bedroom apartment. I was recently able to move out on my own after living with my Mom, 2 younger sisters, and my Grandpa. I get out of bed carefully to not wake Liam and I put the pillows on my side of the bed so he doesn't roll off. I then walked out of our bedroom into our bathroom across the hall.

  As I walk into the bathroom I leave the door cracked so I can hear if Liam wakes and he can see the light to know where I am. I start the shower turning the heat up to warm the water faster. While the water is getting hot I undress and take my hair out of its messy bun. I step into the hot shower as the steam fills the bathroom.

  I sigh as the hot water hits my body from my head to my toes making all my muscles relax and my tanned skin turn red. After washing my hair with my coconut shampoo, I let the matching conditioner set in my hair as I put it up in a clip. I wash my body with my strawberry body scrub and matching body wash. Once I finish with that, I wash the conditioner out of my hair and then turn o the water. I get out of the shower and dry o my body. I'm what most will call plus size but that's just them being nice.

  I'm close to, if not, 300lbs. I have rolls instead of curves. I'm short so my weight shows more, only being 5ft. My boobs are smaller than my stomach, so that's another thing that makes me look bigger. As I look in the mirror I see the few things I like about my looks.

  I have big brown eyes with long natural eyelashes that people think are fake. My hair is naturally curly but it can easily get frizzy, so that's a negative. I also have a nice ass, not too big to be problematic but not small to make me look disproportionate. My boobs do that enough for the rest of my body. I also have a fupa so that makes buying clothes hard sometimes.