A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 9 ~

Abigail's POV

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I wake in Ricky's arms to the sound of his faint snoring and immediately feel safe. All of the memories from last night come flooding back; the party, Balz, my dream. Devin's lifeless face burned in the back of my mind. Tears come to my eyes. I need to call him. I wiggle out of Ricky's grip, careful not to wake him. I grab my phone off of the table and walk over to the other bed and press on his contact. He picks up on the fifth ring.

"Hey," he says, his voice groggy from sleep. It's only 6:27 am, but I needed to hear his voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,"

"No, it's fine. Are you okay?"

"No," I tell him truthfully.

"What is it?" He asks. I tell him about going to the party, seeing Balz and what he did.

"I'm going to kill him. Why didn't you call the police Abigail?" He asks raising his voice.

"Thats what Ricky said but-" I start

"Ricky? Olson? What the fuck were you doing with him anyway?" He says, starting to get angry.

"He found me. In the park. He brought me back to the dorms."

"I don't trust him Abby,"

"Well, Dev, I do. He probably saved my life from god knows what." He huffs in frustration.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" He asks again.

"Because Devin, I don't want to have to answer there questions, I dont want to talk about this again. Ever." He stays silent. "There's another reason why I called you." I tell him.

"What is it?" He asks, concerned.

"I had another dream last night. Dad-he-he" I get out before I start to cry. "He killed you." He stays silent.

"They're getting worse, Dev,"

"I don't know what to tell you Abby, but I'm okay, I'm here, and you're okay too."

"I know, I know," I say, steadying my breath back to normal. "I have to go, I talk you later. Sorry for waking you, I-I just needed to hear your voice."

"It's okay, really. I'm glad you called."

"I love you Devin."

"I love you too sis."

I look over to a still sleeping Ricky. I pull my knees into my chest and cry. I cry for so long my throat hurts. My eyes hurt. My chest hurts. I want to die. I start to think of old habits and I shake my head. I look down at the scars up and down my wrists, then I look back to Ricky. I dry my eyes and walk back over to him. I crawl back into bed, he wakes a little and wraps his arms back around me and I feel safe again. I close my eyes and fall back asleep.

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I wake again in Ricky's arms, which is one of the best feelings ever. He's still sleeping so I trace over the tattoos on his chest softly with my finger. After awhile of being lost in his tattoos, his eyelids flutter open.

"Good morning," he grins sleepily. God his morning voice is sexy. Did I just say he was sexy? Oh well. I look up into he grayish-blue eyes and smile.

"Good morning," I reply.

"How are you feeling?" He asks. It feels nice to have someone care. Yeah, I mean Devin cared, he's my brother, thats his job. But, he was the only one.

"I'm okay. I'm a little sore though," I say, whispering the last part and he frowns. He says silent for a bit and I continue tracing his tattoos.

"Your dream last night, do you want to talk about it?" He asks I hesitate for a moment, but I realize telling him everything might help me feel better. I nod and he sits up. I leave my head on his stomach.

"I've had nightmares every night, since I was twelve. My mom, she died in a car accident the day after Devin and I's eighth birthday." I tell him and sit up to face him. "We were on our way to the park."

"You were in the car with her?" He gasps and I nod and continue.

"I wasn't hurt seriously, but Devin was in a coma for ten days. Those ten days were the worst days of my entire life. My dad didn't show up that much, he didn't care about us all that much. But after she died, everyday, he would leave me and Devin for hours at a time and would stumble in drunk and he-he would uh, beat us. He would always say how we should have died instead of Mom. And I just had nightmares ever since then, about what he would do to us." He just stares at me in shock before pulling me into a hug. When we pull apart, I start talking again.

"But last night, well, it's never been that bad. Not for a really long time at least. Balz, he whipped me, then my father, he-he killed Devin," I say in tears.

"Abby, I'm sorry," he says, still staring at me.

"Thank you," I say smiling at him.

"For what?" He smiles back.

"For caring. For staying here with me. For listening. It's nice for a change." I haven't been this happy in a long time. That means more to me than he will probably ever know.

"I love you so much," he says, barely above a whisper. I lean in and my lips touch his. Butterflies erupt all throughout my body and its the most amazing feeling in the world as his lips move in sync with mine. His arms snake around my waist and my fingers tangle in his hair. I forget everything in the world and for once in my life, everything feels perfect.