A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 32 ~

Abigail's POV

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By the time I'm done with telling Becca everything, I expect to be in a puddle of tears. But I'm not, I'm just, well I don't really know.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, did you have any idea?" Becca asks, nearly in tears. She's so emotional.

"Not a clue," I breathe as I take a sip of my coffee.

"Has he like, tried to call you or anything?" She asks and I shake my head.

"Not one call, not one text, just nothing. I'm pretty sure if Ryan hadn't called me, he would have never come home in the first place, and I wouldn't even know where he was or what happened," I respond and she just stares at me with sorrow.

"The way he said it...he was just emotionless," I add.

"That's awful," she says, I guess not knowing what else to say.

We finish our little break and I get back to work. Mr. Parente comes in a couple of hours before my shift ends, telling me I'm free to go home for the day. He just looked at me nearly the same way Rebecca did. I don't need these people's pity.

I take up his offer anyway and head home. I search through the apartment, just checking for any sign of Ricky, and, not surprisingly, don't find anything. I check my phone again for the millionth time today, not finding a trace of him. It hurts that he hasn't even tried. Because he never cared.

I sit on the couch for a couple of hours, watching TV, obviously. I can't get him out of my head, no matter how hard I try, he's just, there. But I don't feel anything, I guess I'm just numb. Numb to all of the shit he has put me through, and I shouldn't have to be this way. He shouldn't have made me this way. I look down to my finger that once held the promise ring he had given me. I get up off the couch and into the bedroom. I refuse to sit here self loathing any longer. I pull out my phone and decide to call Chris.

"Hey Abigail," he says, sounding surprised, "it's been awhile."

"I know, um I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go get dinner or something?"

"Uh..." He trails off and I realize how that sounded.

"Oh, not as a date or anything!" I say awkwardly and he laughs slightly.

"Oh, okay, yeah sure. Pick you up in thirty?"

"Sounds great, see you in a few," I respond, we say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.

I change into a black sweater and leggings, pull on black Toms, fix my hair, and grab my stuff. Chris knocks on the door about thirty minutes, as said, and we go to Buffalo Wild Wings....typical.

"So, where's Ricky?" He asks and I'm nearly offended. As if I always have to be around him, but I brush it off.

"I have absolutely no idea," I respond and he looks at me questioningly.

"He cheated on me," I state and his jaw drops.

"You're kidding me," he says and I just stare back.

"You know his ex, Athena?" I ask.

"That bitch, damn," he says and I nod.

"How did you find out?" He asks and I tell him about Ryan, the things Ricky said.

"I can't believe he would do something like that to you, I really thought he had changed. How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine," I say.

"You don't have to be fine, you know."

"That's the thing. I'm not mad, not sad, I'm just fine," I respond and he looks at me but doesn't question any further.

Our food comes out, and I eat for the first time in over a week. We talk, and I start to feel a little better. I'm just glad that I decided to get out of the house and stop moping.

We finish our food, go to the mall, and he takes me back to my apartment. I take a quick shower, change into some pajamas, and climb into bed, also for the first time in over a week. I sleep the best I have slept in a long time, not having a single dream.