My Last Breath // E.D + G.D

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*10 months later*

Abigail POV

It's been a while since the twins and I talked. I had a miscarriage with the baby and I'm still devastated from it.

I moved to Florida for some testing for my cancer and it went away. So that was great news.

When I moved to Florida, I met my wonderful boyfriend. His name is Liam Thomas. He's strong, caring, kind, very supportive well until he started to well....hurt me.

I dont really know why he did but it was like an everyday thing for him.

I still went to school and so did he. He would act like he loved me one minute and the next he would be shoving his tounge down a slut's throat. Everyday he bring a girl home and would fuck her in my bed.

Hearing the girls moans fill the quiet house reminds of the times where I was in that position. I would always leave and when I came back Liam would be there, waiting for me, full of frustration, ready to take it all out on me.

He somehow expected me to go to school and act like nothing happened but that was harder than it looked. Sometimes I would go to school and then in the middle of first hour, I would go home and be at school before the last bell of the day rang to make me seem like I was there the whole day.

I wasn't really scared of Liam, I was just scared of who he'd became. I know if Eth and Gray knew about Liam and me staying even tho he hurts me, they would probably tell me that I deserve it and be disappointed in me.

But I didn't care at this point.

I remember when I was younger I seemed to have everything planned out. I thought I was gonna do good at school and go to college and meet the love of my life and have a family and a big house.

But everything was the exact opposite. I did terrible in school, there was no way I was going to college because of my grades, the so called love of my life is abusive and doesn't want a family.

So my life pretty much is down the drain. I'm pretty sure the twins forgot about me and are having the time of their lives.

Good for them.

I heard the door slam shut and running footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn't need to look to know it was Liam.

"WHY AREN'T YOU DOWNSTAIRS CLEANING?!" He shouted.

"I-I am so sorr-" I started but he cut me off with him grabbing my wrist tightly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP WILL YOU!?"

"Who pissed in your cheerios today!?" I yelled back.

His grip got tighter and I felt the stinging in my cheek.

He slapped me.

"DONT EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"

I felt him punch me making me fall to the ground. He grabbed his golf club and let it slide perfectly in his hands.

"Scream and it'll get worse." He said holding the club over his head and hitting me hard in the face with it.

I kept in my screams and he gave me two more strikes before leaving the room.

I touched my face to feel for anything and sure enough I had found blood.

I got up and went to the bathroom I looked at my bruised face thinking how I'm gonna cover this up for school tommorow.

But I couldn't just get up and walk out trust me I've tried.

*flashback*

I grabbed all my clothes and other stuff and shoved it into a suitcase.

Liam wasn't home yet so maybe if I hurried, I could leave without him catching me.

I ran downstairs with my suitcase and opened the door.

To my surprise, I was met face to face with Liam.

He pushed me back into the house and shut the door behind him.

"Where do you think your going?!" He yelled.

I tried to get up from the floor but he shoved me back down.

"I suggest you don't try to pull this stunt again or else I will kill you." He said in a low angry voice.

I managed to get up and grab my suitcase and went back upstairs.

*End of Flashback*

That night he had spent about an hour beating me. By the time he was done I was too weak to even breath.

I had bruises all over my body. My bones were very fragile considering I have been starving myself.

I'm pretty sure in anorexic. But I dont know. You could see my bones and I'll admit myself, it wasn't the best view. But if it killed me, I didn't care.

When I was younger everyone thought that I was the strongest and confident girl. But inside, I constantly had the urge to cry, to scream, to just kill myself.

And I almost did.

Until Ethan saved me.

I didn't know what I would do without them but now I am without them and I'm doing fine...well somewhat.

I don't want them to find out about my abusive boyfriend. I didn't want them to find out about me starving myself. About my depression.

I had a burner phone so no one could track the call.

When Liam first ever started beating me, he took away my phone so I didn't have any contact with friends. He didn't know I had this phone.

But I still remembered Gray and Eth's number.

I went to the other side of my room and locked my door. I was debating if I should call them or not. I decided to wait until Liam left to do so.

I unlocked the bedroom door and layed in my bed. I hid my phone under the mattress and felt my eyes get heavy.

What would the twins think?
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