Maybe this is love... || C.H. ||

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Abigail's POV

Hi. I'm Abigail Castillo. I'm 17 years old and some people may put me in the same category as "thick" or "curvy". I personally just think I'm fat. But whatever. I've been living with my douchebag dad for about a year since my mom died. It still haunts me to this day.

*flashback*

"Mom, No!!!!" I yelled as my mom swerved the steering wheel. A huge truck was zigzagging through the highway. We tried to swerve the other way, but sadly it didn't work. I'm lucky to be alive today. The car ended up going straight into the drivers side.

I woke up to my dad sitting in the room, passed out.

"Oh, miss, you're awake. Let me go get the doctor. I'll be right back." The nurse said walking out of the room.

"Wait nurse!" I yelled.

"Yes?" She said turning around to face me.

"H-How's my mom..." I asked. She had a depressed look on her face.

"Miss..." i interrupted her with a laugh.

"Haha, you're kidding. You're fucking with me aren't you?! Tell me the truth!!"

"N-No miss. You're mom....s-she passed right when the car hit you guys...I'm very sorry."

I could feel the tears pricking my eyes. No. This can't be happening. I can't be alone with him.

Please...mom...

Don't leave me.

By then I started sobbing myself back to sleep.

*end flashback*

I still have the scars from that day. Some on my thighs and some on my stomach. I only have three other friends that are very close to me. Emma, my #1 bestie since day one, Tee, aka sweet tee, who has been there for me since 4th grade, and Melanie, who I just met freshman year.

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I woke up to the peaceful noise of my alarm clock. I set it as that because I don't need to be annoyed when I wake up. I'm not a morning person.

I took my phone off the charger and plugged in my headphones. I listened to "American Idiot by Green Day, cover by 5 seconds of summer." I've been obsessed with them lately. Especially Calum. He's my favorite.

I walked into my bathroom and stripped from my clothes. I set the water to Lukewarm and stepped in. I let the water run down my back to relax my muscles.

After I was done, I got dressed in a black nirvana shirt, dark blue ripped jeans, grey vans, and a black SnapBack.

For my hair I decided to straighten it. My hair is an unusual color. It's a dark brown and then into a blue blonde sorta color. I don't even know.

I put on a zip up sweatshirt but didn't zip it up.

I grabbed my backpack, obviously my phone, and my keys and went out the door.

I blasted Pierce the Veil. As I jammed along to the music I got a text from my dad.

Dad: why didn't you say goodbye, whore.

I decided not to reply. I had already packed a duffel bag like 3 months ago and kept it in my trunk. This was my moms old car and it was a pretty fucking nice one too. Just saying.