A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 2 ~

Abigail's POV

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I get off of the plane, in a place that I never particularly saw myself coming back to. I go to baggage claim, getting my stuff with no problems, and head outside. I start walking to the bus stop and wait. I stand there off in a daze for at least ten minutes, hardly noticing it pull up. After finding a seat, I look out of the window seeing the same town I grew up in. Nothing has changed.

Pretty quickly the bus pulls over to the curb in front of the dorms. I walk off and stare at the building a minute before actually walking towards it. I carry my bags up to the third floor and unlock the door to my room with the key I was just given. The doors swings open and I am met with a girl around my age with dark blue hair and snake bites.

"My God, you're beautiful!" She squeals before pulling me into the room. "I'm Victoria, by the way," she quickly adds. I notice the wall beside her bed, covered in Slipknot, HIM, and Manson posters.

"I'm Abigail," I smile back at her. All of my worries about having a shitty roommate have disappeared.

***

For hours, Victoria talks about what the campus is like and how the parties are "Oh so amazing," which I wasn't very interested in because I don't drink.  I tell her some about my past, leaving out most of the details. It's painful to talk about, especially with someone I just met.

She tells me that she grew up in North Carolina and gushes about her "sexy boyfriend that I just have to meet."

"Wanna order some pizza or something?" She asks me and I look at my phone to see what time it is. 7:26, Damn, we've been sitting here forever.

"Yeah sure, I'm hungry as hell," I tell her realizing i haven't at since 8:30 this morning.

We order our pizza, watch Sleepy Hollow, and pass out sometime around 10.

***

I sit up in my bed. Something fell very loudly downstairs, waking me up. I creep over to my door and pull it open, hearing shouting.

"God, you're fucking worthless! It should have been you and your piece of shit you call a sister instead of her!!" Daddy shouts.

He always talked about how we should have died in that accident instead of Mommy. I creep down the stairs and see Devin standing in front of him with tear stained cheeks.

"Don't call her that!" Devin shouts back at him. Uh oh. Dad's hand slaps across his face and Devin stumbles to the floor, landing on his butt.

"Don't touch him!" I scream at him. I hate it when he hits us, but I can't stand watching Dev get hurt. He slowly turns around, pure hatred on his face. He grabs the half empty bottle of alcohol from the table, and swings it as hard as can toward my head. I duck just in time and Devin runs over to me. We dash up the steps, Daddy stomping drunkly and cursing behind us. We run into my room, slamming the door shut behind us, locking it.

"Thats it you little shits, open this fucking door!" He booms. Dev and I huddle in the corner of the room crying. He pounds on the door rapidly before slowing down. I start to calm down a little, until he starts kicking it. On the fifth try, it swings open.
"You've really done it this time," he growls before grabbing Devin by the arm, dragging him out of the room.

"No! No! Please don't hurt him!" I scream, but he doesn't even bother looking at me.
I hear his door slam shut at the end of the hall, followed by screams. I slide down the wall, covering my ears, and cry for what feels like forever. Dad's head pokes around the door, dashing toward me with his fist.

"No! No!" I scream and everything fades around me.

***

I wake up in my bed, freaking out for a second because I don't recognize where I'm at. Im in the dorms. My breathing starts to return to normal and I lay back down. Thank god I didn't wake Victoria.

I've had those nightmares every single night for as long as I can remember. They just won't go away.  Ever.