Abigail Dunhill.

||Chapter VIII: Now it all makes sense. ||

A/N:  Ola! Behold  THE DUNHILLS!!!!    Tada! just imagine Brad Pitt having slightly red hair..... if you like the chapter press on that cute little star till it turs orange......

||Chapter VIII: Now it all makes sense.||

|Sawyer Mansion- In the guest room.|

Few hours ago, Raymond and Simon had left the room after scoffing at each other and muttering few colourful words. Raymond's words still rang in her ears, 'Remember, my wife!' he had directed it at Simon but his stony intense gaze held hers. After they had left Vivian had apologized many times, she had fed Abigail, or rather forced soup down her throat  and few bread slices, after many denials from Abigail. Vivian's pregnancy hormones getting best from her; she fed Abigail just like a concerned mother would take care of a child. She felt like she had established a special bond with Vivian. Vivian had talked to Abigail about many things and lightened the mood. It made Abigail happy. She came to a final realization she liked Vivian even if she hadn't taken much liking to other Sawyers. The exception being Simon. When Shane called, Vivian very reluctantly left, but only after making Abigail promise that she would come to them if in any need rose.

Every Sawyer had dropped by asking her for her health, but it all had been brief visits, she didn't mind them at all. The less she associated with them the better. Her mother and her brother were to visit her today again, because Raymond was too stubborn pain in her ass to let her go home. Her father hadn't visited her but she figured he must be busy and pushed it aside.

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"Where were you? I was worried sick! One moment you were dancing with Simon and next disappeared! And then you come back the next morning dressed in rags! What the f.uck was that!"

"I can't marry him! Or rather I don't want to marry him!"

"What...? What happened?"

"Please....please.... You have to ....get me out of this......Callum..... You don't understand.... You...you have to get me out of here. I can't do this! He...he's f.ucking mental. This ...this whole f.ucking family is mental!" Abigail whisper yelled in anxiety.

"Abigail...."

"No...No... NO! You don't understand. There was something in the woods! It was in that house....someone tried to kill me! Do you hear me! He tried to kill me, Callum! He's f.ucking insane!"

"Well if you tell me what actually happened I'd be more than willing and able to help you!"

"He tried to kill me! Raymond tried to kill me!"

"What! Why ...why would he...?"

"It's not Mia, it's me. I'm the thorn between Raymond and Mai. He loves Mai...I don't know why he'd marry me and not her....but he loves Mai and he wants to kill me because I'm coming between them....For f.ucksake they were firsts of each other! He's trying to get rid of me!"

"Whoa. Whoa... hold your damned horses. Where is this coming from?"

"In the woods—"

"What in the devil's name were you doing in the woods?! And I want the truth this time. I'm not stupid; you can feed bullshit to the whole world but not me. I know you since your birth."

"I ran into the woods..." Abigail mumbled knowing too well Callum had lost his sh!t because of her. If he looked cute with a Rudolph-the- reindeer- nose ; he'd look freaking adorable with a flushed face due to rage in a minute. But it was all making sense now!