A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 30 ~

Abigail's POV

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I walk with Ryan to the door and he turns around and gives me one last hug. I honestly don't understand why he is acting like this. Maybe it's just one of those things where the next day, he will go and tell everyone how pathetic I am, but I don't give two shits right now.

"Promise me that you'll be okay?" He asks as he stands in my doorway.

"I promise," I state he smiles at me and leaves. I close the door behind him and uncross my fingers. So what I lied to him? I'll probably never see him again anyway. I wait until I hear his footsteps down the hallway and press my back to the door. I fall down to the ground slowly as tears pour over my cheeks and cover my mouth with my hands to muffle my sobs. Have the past months actually been a lie? Does he really not care about me. All of his previous actions are pointing toward yes, but what just went down tells me definitely not. If he just slept with her, I could find it in my heart to forgive him. But he just, didn't care. He didn't seem like it bothered him one bit. What if he didn't even sleep with her? Was the whole thing just a sham to get me out of his hair? If he really, truly cared so little for me, why the hell would I be sitting in our apartment? Maybe he just wanted to see how far deep my little naive ass would fall for the whole thing.

For once in my entire existence, I felt that someone had finally cared about me. Loved me. I sure as hell was wrong. I just don't understand why he would go through all of this with me. I feel so completely worthless right now. I guess I am completely worthless. I have no reason to exist on this earth.

After sitting and self loathing for about another two hours, I get up off of the hard floor and slump into the bedroom. No way in hell am I sleeping in that bed. I grab a blanket from the linen closet and throw it down on the couch. I go into the bathroom and pull off my clothes. I start the shower, leaving the water cold. I step in and shivers rake my body. I just stand there thinking, crying. Crying to the point where no more tears are left to shed. Or so I think, until everything rushes back over again.

Stepping out of the ice cold shower, I wrap towels around my body and my hair. I then walk into the bedroom and pull on underwear and a plain black t-shirt, most likely Ricky's, but who cares? I grab my phone and head phones and and plop down on the couch, turning off all of the lights first. Complete silence and darkness surrounds me as I wrap the blanket around me and pop my headphones in. I listen to "Machines" by Crown The Empire and slide down in the couch.

We hold on to the lies to feel free,

So shackled by smiles, so empty.

We're scared of the war, so we've forgotten who we are.

We've traded in hope for safety, we're raised in the smoke,

Insisting that we're all too tired to light the fire,

And shake the earth.

I start to feel myself drift off with the lyrics and all become silent. I should have known sleep would be a bad idea.

***

I wake up in a mostly dark room. I attempt to move my hands, but they are restrained . When I shake them around, I can hear the sound of chains clanking together.

"Well this should be fun," I whisper sarcastically. Just as I think I am all alone in the room, I hear someone groan from beside me and chains. I stare at the figure a few seconds before being able to make out who it is.

"Devin?" I whisper and his head snaps over to me.

"Abby?" He asks in the same tone and I nod. The lights flick on and I have to squint until my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. I see a large, metal door quite a few feet away from us, and the handle is moving around. Moments later, It slowly pulls open, creaking loudly making my cringe.

"Ah, I see you two are awake," a person states and I can practically hear his smirk from over here. Behind the door appears my father with his hands behind his back, sauntering into the room, grinning proudly.

"Abigail, Devin," he says. "It's been awhile."

He steps off to the side, and looks back at the door. As if on cue, a person with a mess of black hair and tattoos up their arms walks in proudly.

"Hello Abby," Ricky smirks. He looks directly into my eyes and I shiver. His low laughter fills the room and I look over at Devin, who is staring calmly at the ground. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Go on ahead, do me a favor," I say looking at him and he smirks evilly.

"Oh don't worry princess, I have big plans for you," he whispers in my ear, nibbling at my ear lobe.

"So you didn't really love me?" I ask, knowing the answer. He pulls back and looks at me.

"Nope. But I had you good, didn't I?" He states simply and smiles. His lips crash on to mine and I don't kiss back.

"Oh come on Abby, what seems to be the problem?" He pouts.

"You're a dick, that's the problem," I say and roll my eyes, pushing my emotions as far back as they will go. His face instantly shifts from pride to anger.

"I think it's best if you watch your tone, bitch," he growls and I laugh.

"Or what? You're going to kill me? Like I already said, You-" I say confidently but he stops me.

"Oh not you, your precious little brother here," he says and slowly walks over to Devin. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and slowly drags it down Devin's face. He grunts and blood slowly starts seeping from the wound. He then turns back around to me and points the knife at me.

"You best do what you're told," he says and slips it back into his pocket. He comes up to me and trails his hands down my body, resting them on my hips. He then pulls in and kisses me roughly. I kiss back, despite how much my conscience is screaming at me not to, I can't see Devin get hurt because of me.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He smiles, his crystal eyes piercing into mine and I forget the situation I am in for a moment. The eyes I stared into everyday and swore they told me everything. He puts his finger underneath my chin and kisses me again. I try to get lost in it and just pretend like we are home and he loves me. He deepens the kiss and his hands go to the hem of my shirt. He easily rips it off, exposing my bra. My cheeks flush red and I look down to the ground.

"What is the point of this?" I whisper.

"To mess with your head, silly," he says and taps my nose with his finger. He walks with dad over to a small, kitchen like room, grabbing alcohol from the small refrigerator. They talk to each other quietly and I move my attention to Dev.

"Devin, what the hell are we going to do?" I ask and a tear slips down his cheek as he looks over to me.

"I have no clue. What I do know is there is no way they are letting us go. We're gonna die here Abby." He speaks softly and reality kicks in. We are never leaving here. Ever.