Frost at Birth (RotG)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

*Abigail's POV*

I flew back to the Workshop when I started to get hungry and saw Brandon outside. Immediately I flew over to him and tapped his shoulder. I was a bit afraid of his reaction, he'd screamed at me before, but I'd give him another chance. Who knows what he'd had to just do for Pitch.

He spun around. "Abigail."

"Hi." I smiled and waved even though I was standing right next to him.

He turned and walked off, shaking his head.

"Brandon! Stop! What did I do?" I asked.

Running after him, I became aware of my ankle again just as I stepped on ice and my foot slid sideways. I cried out and looked up at Brandon. He stopped and hesitated to turn around. "Brandon, please. Help me. I can't get up."

He turned around and I saw remorse in his eyes. "I can't. Goodbye."

"Brandon!" He kept walking, ignoring me. What happened to him? "I'm hurt, Brandon! Please help me inside!"

He didn't stop.

*Brandon's POV*

I knew I hurt Abigail by walking away more than her ankle hurt her, but to help her meant that she would die.

Jack was looking at me with narrowed eyes as I approached. "What?" I snapped.

"You. What was your side of the deal?"

"That isn't your business."

Abby came stumbling in and pretty much fell to the ground to cradle her ankle. "It started snowing. I didn't want to be caught in it, but someone left me out there."

I waved it off painfully. I couldn't believe I was doing this to her.

Turning to help Abby, Jack glared at me. I shrugged, stuffed my hands in my pockets, and walked farther inside.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Brandon?" Her sweet, childlike voice made me grit my teeth and clench my fists, lest I turn around and do something I'd regret.

"I don't know. But I plan to find out." I just kept walking, trying not to turn around. It was my fault she was hurt, I hurt her. She'd hate me more now if I just started being nice again.

I turned around to send a final glare at them, but found I couldn't. I could only watch her cry, holding onto Jack, and see him glaring hard at me with a tone of hatred--hopefully for Pitch--and understanding. If looks could kill...I wish they would. Then I wouldn't have to make my own blood hate me.

*Abigail's POV*

Brandon confused and frustrated me to the point of crying. I just sat on the floor and cried. I told Dad, well, blubbered out, that it was my ankle bothering me, but he didn't believe me.

"I'm sorry he's so mean." Dad said, rubbing my back.

"It's Pitch." I cried. "He did something to Brandon."

"Please don't blame him for hurting you then. Even though I want to." He sighed at the end.

"I only blame Pitch." I stifled my tears and wiped my eyes.

"Good." He sighed in relief and helped me stand, keeping weight off my hurt foot. "You hungry?"

"Very. After dinner though, I have a few things I wanna talk to you about."

He frowned but nodded. "It won't make me throw up anything I'm about to eat, will it?"

I chuckled. "No."