Masons P.O.V
I enter the house after an exhausting day at work. "Abby? Where are you?" I sigh after not getting a response and walk into the room leaving my jacket on the couch.
"Abby?" I quietly say as I push the door open a crack, but it refused to go any further. I force it open and see a heap of clothes near the door. I quickly look around and see Abby spread over the floor, bottles of beer surround her.
I quickly run towards her and kneel down, "Abby, wake up." I quickly say getting more and more worried by the second. She stirs a bit and groans. "What?" she slurs.
I sigh and quickly carry her bridal style, setting her on the edge of the bed. "Why did you do this?" I ask waving my hand signaling the mess.
She looks around shocked, "I did this?" I nod and sit next to her.
"What's wrong? You've been acting weird lately." I state, concerned. She shakes her head slowly, staring at the ground. "Abby, please. Answer me." I say lacing our fingers together. She responds by shaking her head frantically.
"No!" she yells while frantically shaking her head, then she begins crying.
Her crying was both ferocious and noisy. She blinked briny tears from bloodshot eyes, her thick lashes stuck together in clumps as if She'd been swimming. The tears made wet tracks down her face and dripped from her wobbling chin. Her hands open and closed, rhythmically clenching as if there could be some violent solution to her pain if only she could find it.
"Abby." I say folding her into a hug. She sobs into my chest unceasingly, hands clutching at my shirt.
I hold her in silence, rocking her slowly as her tears soaked my chest. A tiny lapse let her pull away, she blinks her lashes which are heavy with tears, before she collapsed again, her howls of misery worsening.
The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling her back into the outstretched arms of her grief. "It's okay. Just tell me, what's wrong?" She doesn't answer causing me to sigh.
A couple minutes later she stops but doesn't stop clutching onto my shirt. I carry her onto the bed, laying down next to her. I wrap my arms around her pulling her closer to me, our legs lacing together.
I kiss her temple and whisper, "I love you."
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Hazel
Romance'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
