A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 34 ~

A/N: After awhile of contemplating, I have finally decided to continue on with this story. I appreciate all the support I have received and a huge thank you to all of you who have put your time into reading and voting. Most of all, this story has reached over 1k reads which is completely unbelievable to me. I never really expected to get so much response on this story, especially it being my first published one. So this chapter is dedicated to all of you for your love and support for this story (also in the spirit of 570 being released). Enjoy! ~Xmotionlessbridesx

Abigail's POV

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I wake to the sound of my alarm at 9:00 am and roll out of bed, nearly face planting on the floor in the process. I start the shower and as the water is warming up, I go back into my room, pulling some clothes from the dresser. I grab a purple sweater along with some leggings and place them down on my bed. I'm not going anywhere today, but Ryan and Chris are coming over. I go back into the bathroom, removing my clothes and stepping in the shower. As I'm washing my hair, I think about what I should do for Christmas. I was so excited to spend my first Christmas with Ricky, but of course he just had to fuck that up. I'm leaving to tomorrow for Miami and Christmas will be just four days after I get back which doesn't give me a whole lot of time to plan. I assume I will be staying at the apartment by myself. Chris invited me over to his place, but I think I would feel awkward not knowing any of his family. Devin also mentioned flying in which would be great, I really miss my brother but he just got laid off of work so he doesn't really have the money. I might fly back to California, but I'm not sure.

By the time I'm done thinking, the water has run cold. I turn off the shower and step out, wrapping my self with a towel. After my hair is dry, I quickly straighten it. My phone vibrates on the corner of the sink and falls off, making me jump.

Hey, I'll be there in 30, just picking up some food~ Chris

Knowing him, it will be be fucking wings. Not that I have a problem with that, but the man just has a weird obsession with wings. I finish getting ready, only applying a little foundation and mascara. A few minutes later I also receive a text from Ryan.

On my way, see u in a few. Do I need to stop and get food? I'm hella hungry😐~ Ryan

Chris has it covered~ Abby

Ok cool, be there in 10~ Ryan

Sounds good.~ Abby

As promised, ten minutes later Ryan appears at the door followed by Chris. They both engulf me in hugs, Chris carefully studying me, not knowing how I will react. I haven't seen him since the night at Ryan's house so I guess he doesn't exactly know what to expect. I give him a warm smile that he returns and hugs me again.

"I brought wings," he beams like a fucking child and I roll my eyes at him.

"So I see," I respond and we head into the kitchen to get some plates. I lay down the plates on the table and Chris pops open the styrofoam container full of wings. He and Ryan quickly throw the food on to there plates like wild animals and I laugh and take a step back. When they step away, their plates contain mountains of wings and I stare into the nearly empty container and glare at them. They both shrug and head into the living room. I grab three bottles of water from the fridge and follow them with my food. I throw the water at them, one hitting Ryan square in the nose and Chris laughs.

"What the hell was that for?" He yells at me and I laugh along with Chris. He jokingly rolls his eyes and I plop down on the couch in between them and Chris stretches his longs ass legs out on the coffee table in front of us. He turns on Orange Is The New Black and they watch intently and I steal a wing off Ryan's plate. He doesn't notice so I take another.

"Hey!" He yells and I jump, dropping the wing back on his plate and he laughs.

"If you didn't want me to take yours, maybe you should've left more," I say and cross my arms and he does the same.

"If you wanted more, maybe you should've asked Chris for more food," he retaliates. We look over at Chris who has Buffalo sauce around his mouth and all over his fingers. He looks at us innocently and we all double over in laughter. It feels good to laugh again. My laughter ceases and my heart drops as I hear the door knob turn. Silence fills the room as the door swings open.

Ricky's eyes, surrounded by dark circles, go wide and all of the air leaves my lungs. His face goes paler than it was when he first walked in, which was a sickly pale, much worse than usual.

"I-I.." He stutters and I want to say something, but I can't find my voice.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Chris says in a tone so eerily calm it gives me chills. I look over at him and Ryan both, and if looks could kill, Ricky would be fucking dead.

"I though you were leaving for Miami," he says in a voice so hoarse it's barely even audible.

"I leave tomorrow," I say lowly after a minute and he stares at the ground and whispers 'oh'.

"Can- uh...can we talk?" He asks nervously.

"I think you should leave," Ryan says in the same tone as Chris.

"I asked her," Ricky says glaring at Ryan.

"There's nothing to talk about," I say and his face falls.

"Please, just a minute thats all I ask," he pleads and I swear it looks like he's about to cry. His eyes are red and puffy which confuses me. He doesn't care about me, so he couldn't have been crying about me, could he? I shake my head, looking down at my lap.

"Get out," Chris hisses and Ricky sighs.

"Please," he chokes and I don't dare look at him.

"Just go," I whisper and my eyes betray me as I look up at him, which is something I immediately regret. He looks absolutely defeated. Heartbroken even. He turns around and the door slowly shuts behind him. Everything remains silent. Chris looks at me out of the corner of his eye and Ryan seems to be trying to find anything to look besides me. A tear slips down my cheek and I amcompletely confused by what just happened. I saw the man who broke my heart. The only person I've truly loved, the one who lied to me about everything. The one who I thought loved me, but didn't. But if he didn't care, why would he be so distraught? Why was he crying? Where has he been? Probably with Athena, my subconscious mocks. I let out a sob, the only sound filling the room. I'm feeling way too many emotions and I don't know what to think. Tears flood my cheeks and my face falls into my palms. I feel so weird crying in front of them both, but I don't care at the moment. Ryan puts his hand on my knee and Chris rubs circles on my back. I relax a little but the tears continue on falling down my face a mile a minute.

Everything was getting better. I had built up a wall inside to keep him out of my mind and it just crumbled to dust right in front of me.