A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 4 ~

Abigail's POV

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"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Ricky asks Ryan smugly. I glare up at him and lift myself up the sidewalk. I look down at my hands that are now covered with long red marks, blood seeping from them.

"Aw, poor Abby, you don't look so well," Ricky says with fake worry. My head snaps up to look at him, a smirk plastered on his face. All of this burning hatred shoots through my body and my hand slaps across his face before I realize what I'm doing. He stumbles backward, but collects himself quickly.

"Fuck you," I say flatly before turing on my heel and walking away.

"Fucking bitch," I hear him mutter in the distance. I feel quite proud of myself.

I walk into my literature class and grab a seat near the center of the room. The room is mostly empty, a few other students coming in every few seconds. I have now regained my composure and calmed down. That is until the two cunts walk in. Damn it. I look down and my hands in my lap, picking at the black polish on my fingernails. Ryan slides into the seat to my left, Ricky on the right. Well isn't this just wonderful.

"I see you two dip-shits still haven't found anything to do other than bug me?" I say, not waisting my time to look at them. Neither of them respond. Fucking pathetic.

The professor finally walks in and announces himself as "Professor Dunbar" and hands us our syllabus. I see Pride and Prejudice about half way down the list and smile to myself. It was one of my favorites in high school. I used to read all of the time. It helped me distract myself from reality. That and music.

Devin and I would hang out in the library everyday after school. That only lasted for about two years until the army of bastards found out where we were. Then we started to hang out in the music room. Devin used almost all the money he had to buy a bass, which he is really good at playing, and I taught myself how to play the piano. We wrote songs and went there each day, which helped us a lot. Dad was usually too drunk to notice we weren't home anyway.

I snap out of my daydream when I notice Ryan staring at me. I roll my eyes and move my attention to the professor, who I haven't necessarily been listening to...oops.

"I feel really bad for you parents," Ricky whispers, and my head snaps up. "You know, especially your mom, having to give birth to such pathetic whore and all." No. "You know, I bet she-" I cut him off right there. I will ignore him till the end of the earth, but I will not let him sit there and talk shit about my mother.

"My moms's dead asshole." I tell him, tears brimming my eyes. He opens him mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Something flashes across his face, but he recovers quickly. He looked almost...guilty. No, he would never feel guilty. He never has and never will give a shit about anyone's feelings. Thats the way Richard Olson is, an emotionless asshole.

The class is over and the professor dismisses us and I dash out the door. I just run for about a block before I realize I have nowhere to go. I can't control myself anymore. My hand claps around my mouth and tears pour down my cheeks. I look at the ground below me, sobbing.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a hand being placed on my shoulder. I swing around, looking up at Ricky. He still has that look on his face.

"Abigail, I didn't-" he says, but I cut him off again, pissed off as ever.

"Listen, I don't know what the fuck you want from me Ricky. You tortured my brother and I Every. Single. Fucking. Day. For five fucking years! But apparently, that wasn't enough for you, because here you are!" I say and I can't help it. My fist collides with his jaw. He almost falls but catches himself. I calm myself down before speaking again. "I'll say this once, and only once Richard. Stay the hell out of my life."

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The rest of my classes go by quick and I don't see anything else of Rick or Ryan. At the moment, I'm walking back to my dorm. Once inside, I throw my shit on the floor and fall back onto my bed. Within five minutes, everything around me fades away, and sleep takes over my body.