Nagala

Chapter 8: Bath Time!

                                                              Nagala-Chapter 8: Bath Time!

"What?! What do you mean I can't get a job yet?!" Abigail's voice exclaimed as it showed the outside view of the mansion. The scene soon changed, showing her standing in the kitchen with her parents. Rov was hiding just outside of the room listening in. "I'm getting better now, I can move around, I have enough energy to spare for a job and can even help pay off the bills!" she added and had both arms to her sides, with fists.

"Your father and I are going on a business trip. I got a promotion at the police department and your father is heading to a VIP nightclub in the city so that we won't be home for a while." Maria explained in a strict voice as she dug through her purse.

"How long...?" Abigail quietly asked and frowned. A tiny bit of worry was evident in her eyes, she was hoping not long because she had no way of paying for any food if it ran out.

"A month. Maria will be gone for a month and I'll be gone for a couple of weeks," Richard said and looked over at his daughter, then over to his wife. "Maria, just give her some money to live on, until we get back. We can't have our kid starving, can only imagine the police showing up at our door saying that we're mistreating her." Adding to his sentence, Abigail clenched her fists and lowered her head.

"Why did you guys even bother having me, when you hate kids?!" She angrily exclaimed, with a raise of her head. However, that question only earned her a quick, loud smack to her face. The backhand was so hard, that it made her head jerk to the side and bang against the counters. Richard was a pretty beefy guy and getting hit by a man like that would feel like getting hit by a brick.

Rov was outside of the kitchen, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth into view. His fists were shaking harshly from how hard he tightened them. "You're lucky we don't just throw you out and let you fend for yourself, out on the streets!" The father's voice boomed and those words made Rov even angrier than before.

"Hunny, I think she's had enough. Let's go back, we don't want to be late," Maria spoke and her green eyes looked up at her husband's brown ones. They were as strict-looking as ever, with no signs of care that her daughter got hit by the man. Seeing her husband watch Abigail slide down the counter's side, then over at the mother, made her nudge her head toward the exit. "I put some money on the table, only use it for food and nothing else! Am I understood?" Maria sternly glanced down at the girl and frowned, before leaving with Richard out the door. They would've spotted Rov if he hadn't jumped over the railing and into the main entrance hall.

Rov was hiding in the storage room behind some boxes and was sitting on the floor with rage growing in every part of his being. He could hear her parents entering their bedroom and conversing faintly through the thick walls. The sounds of them packing echoed too, signaling that it was okay to rush to Abigail. I hate them so much. Treating her like some piece of trash or a slave! They piss me off so much! He mentally raged and slammed the side of his fist into the wall behind him. I can't show myself, because if I do then our plan will fail and I'll go to jail. Abigail, someday or sometime soon, I'll get you out of here. He added in his mind and stood to his feet.

Out of the storage room, he went, nimbly scaling the main staircase and rushing into the kitchen in worry. The door opened after he swiftly grasped the handle and saw Abigail leaning against the counter doors at the bottom, with her back to him. "Abigail!" He loudly whispered and ran to her side. He kneeled and lifted her face, just to be taken aback by the giant bruise on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks; more rage built within him. The moment his free hand clenched into a fist, he hugged her into his chest and shushed her soothingly. "I'm here... You're alright Abigail, I'm here," His one arm was wrapped around her head to bury her face into his chest and his other arm rested against her back. When he whispered that to her, a few muffled hicks echoed from her, and her arms curled around his frame. She was crying and he wanted her to use him as a pillow so she could soak her tears.