Abby's P.O.V
"Abby are you okay?" Jack asked.
"Yeah. I'm just still thinking about the incident that happened with my father," I said.
"Is there something I can do to take your mind off of it?" he asked.
"Maybe..."
He leaned in closer to me. He kissed me. I kissed him back harder. He tried to lift up my shirt, but I stopped him. I remembered my cuts.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing...I just suddenly don't feel like doing this," I said.
"Oh, well we can do something else," he said. I smiled. He kissed me, I pulled say smiling.
"I'll be right back," I said. I went to the bathroom.
Jack's P.O.V
The doorbell rang. I walked to the door and saw Jack.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Great. I wanted to see if you guys wanted to hang out today, are you busy?"
"Not anymore," I whispered.
"Huh?"
"No, we aren't busy at all," I said.
"Great!"
"I'll go tell Abby," I said. I walked to the bathroom. I knocked on the door. I heard something fall.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay, Jack wants to know if you wanted to hang out today, do you?"
"I think I'm going to stay here," she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she said.
"Okay," I said. I walked back to Jack.
"She says she's going to stay here," I said.
"Is it because of me?" he asked nervously.
"No! I'll tell you later."
He nodded.
Abby's P.O.V
That was close. I feel horrible for saying no to him again, but I couldn't go out there with my arm bleeding, I can't let him know I was cutting.
5 hours later:
"I'm back!"
"Where's Jack?"
"He went somewhere," he jumbled. He stumbled over here.
"Are you drunk?"
"Are you drunk?" he asked me.
"Jack..."
"Yeah...I'm drunk," he mumbled.
