Abbey's P.O.V
She couldn't win. I would never let her win. I just had to bide my time. She would give in eventually. Then she would be dead.
I was sitting on the dilapidated sofa, hugging my knees. I rocked backwards and forwards, staring into the distance at nothing in particular.
I started as I heard a click.
I leapt from the chair and curled my fingers around the holster of my gun. I nudged the head containing the glassy, unseeing eyes of Rudi with the sharp heel of my stiletto, making sure it was hidden from sight.
" Who's there? " I demmanded.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the glass cracked and shattered from one of my anger outbursts. My hair hung limply around my face, the ends split and the overall look untidy and horribly dishevelled. My face was tear-stained and dirty, my eyes blood-shot and red. My clothes were tattered and stained, hanging like a sack on my now-thin body.
Each day I ate just the tiniest of things. The only thing that could satisfy my hunger was Annabel Anderson's blood. Her thick, crimson blood...
" Who's there? " I repeated.
" Abbey!"
I turned to Felicity's prison, where she was leaning against the door frame, one hand cuffed to the bed post, the other holding herself steady.
" What do you want? " I growled.
“ Water, " She wheezed.
I had been giving her one glass of water and one cheese sandwich a day. Although, I needed my bait alive, that doesn't mean that I would give her an easy time.
"No."
She begged and begged until I shoved her back in the bedroom and locked the door. I placed the gun down next to me and resumed my position of staring at nothing in particular. The sole purpose of my life was to kill Annabel Anderson. I had nothing else to live for.
The only sound that remained was the muffled coughing of Felicity in the room next door. Everything else was completely silent.
Suddenly, my vision blurred and the room began to sway around me. Puddles of darkness swamped my vision as I tried to reach the kitchen sink.
Water.
I needed to pull myself together. I needed to be ready for Annabel. I had to win.
I reached the sink and grappled for the edge of the counter, trying to keep myself up. My fingers slipped off the edge and I collapsed to the floor in a dizzy heap. I remember feeling one thing-for the first time in my life- before darkness swallowed me whole.
Fear.
A/N: Hi! I know this is another short one but it's part of the climax! So basically Annabel's being rebellious and has decided to find Abbey and save her mum and hasn't told Jack because she's angry with him. Abbey isn't looking after herself and has fainted because she's hungry and dehydrated. She's become a bit of a mental case! Jack's terrified because he doesn't know where Annabel is and loves her so much (Awwww!). Felicity is suffering with dehydration and starvation and needs help! Finally, Lucy's pregnant with a baby and Carl has completely disowned her. Note: She thinks it is his baby but can't remember because she was drunk! So is it Carl's baby?
It's like an episode of Coronation Street! !! SO MUCH DRAMA!
If you love drama, keep reading ! ♥
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Written in the Rockstars (Completed)
Teen FictionMeet Annabel- She's 21 and lives in London with her mum and 13 year old sister. Then she meets Jack Rochester. He's a Rockstar, with all of the typical traits: drinks too much alcohol, has tattoos, is a bit of a player. Despite all of that, he s...