Burning for her

Chapter 21

Abigail

It was probably the fact that we were playing with fire when Clara and I started making out in the bathroom of my childhood house. Things escalated quickly after that. It always did between us. One moment she was breaking up with me for Lillian, the second we were kissing, one moment she was kissing my neck against the door, the second she was buried inside me and I was coming, bent over the bathroom sink.

Everything was from on to a hundred in two seconds with us and I loved it. I loved how she made my heart race, how she made my head spin.

On my way to the cemetery, I started to seriously regret it when I declined Clara's offer of joining me. Fortunately I have never attended any funerals, but this was even more depressing than expected.

For starters I didn't even want to come, but I was battling with the way I felt about this whole situation. And even with Clara's support, I still felt like shit. And Olivia wanted me to join her so I was there. In a cemetery on a rainy day, my black dress was not keeping me warm at all.

I expected myself to get emotional when the ceremony happened, but there was only a single teardrop running down my cheek. Mostly because of the sentimental vibe of all the happenings.

It was raining all day, Olivia and I scooped under an umbrella together in the cemetery, watching as they sunk the coffin into the ground. Christopher's wife, because apparently he was married, was bawling her eyes out, probably not even knowing that his late beloved husband had sex most of the girls here.

We stood in a line, waiting to give our condolences to the blonde woman. "Hi, I'm Olivia, I'm so very sorry for your loss." Olivia reached her hand out and the woman took it.

"I'm Abigail-" I started, but she cut me off quickly.

"Yeah, thank you." I raised my eyebrows at her strict words, acting like the way she literally pushed me to the side didn't bother me.

What the hell?

"What was that about?" Olivia looked at me from the side.

"I have no clue." I shook my head in confusion.

It kind of bothered me that I got rudely shut down. I sat on a bench, waiting for all the people to leave so I could talk to the blonde."Hi, sorry." I walked up to her when she started to walk to her car.

"Go away!" She quickly turned her eyes off me. Alright, what the fuck?

"Sorry, but what is your problem?"

"Besides my husband's death?" She crossed her arms., rain coating her hair, her jacket.

Ops.

"I-"

"Don't think that Christopher didn't tell me about how your girlfriend was the one who beat him up." What?

I was so shocked my heart literally forgot to beat and when it caught up, it started to race, making my head feel dizzy. My mouth opened, but words weren't coming out. The only thing in my mind was What, what, what? The question was repeated again, again and again.

"Maybe the police believed it when they figured out it was a mugging, but I know the truth." No! "I know that it was your girlfriend who killed him!" She shoved my shoulder, pushing me back. I almost lost my balance, taking a step back quickly so I wouldn't fall on my ass.

"You are grieving." That was the only explanation why she would say things like this. I desperately needed something to hold onto, to keep me on my feet, because the world was spinning around me and I was afraid I would throw up.