Let Go

Chapter 21

Abby's P.O.V.

They released me two days after the day that Luke Obenham left me for good. They said they wanted to keep me for 'observation'. I shrugged it off, because it meant I missed Monday and Tuesday of school.

But I'm actually not going to school at all this week, I've decided. I can't bring myself to face everyone and pretend likes its okay. Maybe later but not now.

They left the stitches in my wrists, and said to come back in two weeks to get them out. I can't seem to tear my eyes off of them as Jett drives me home, his old pickup truck creaking.

I feel like my ears are stuffed with cotton, not allowing me to hear every sound my ears register. So in my state of being half deaf I go up to my room, because I just want to go to sleep. I didn't exert myself very much in the hospital, so all this moving is taking up more energy than it usually would.

I open the door to my room, hoping that for today I can just sleep. Before my eyes land on my bed, they're distracted by something on the floor.

Something red.

On my floor my laptop sits, still open, and next to it is a dark red stain, about the size of a watermelon. Tears begin to form in my eyes, but I don't notice until they roll off my face and drip onto the red stain.

It feels as though my feet were nailed to the floor, and my body was made of lead. It was as if someone was squeezing all the air out of my lungs, not allowing me to breathe.

"Hey Abby for dinner d-" Jett stops when he sees me. Quickly he takes a sheet from the closet and hurries to cover it up. Once he's done he puts both hands on my arms, and looks me in the eye.

"Are you okay?" I can't make eye contact with him though, I can't pry my eyes off of what I did. What I wish had worked.

"Abby, look at me."

I can't.

"Abby."

It's like a magnet.

"Abigail." He tone changes.

I was so close.

"Abigail, listen to me!" Jett yells, shaking my shoulders. My eyes snap to his, and search them. I'm not sure what for, but I'm looking for something.

"Abby, it's okay. It's behind us now." He says quietly, his eyes misty.

I nod my head silently, and he pulls me into a hug. A tight hug. The hugs you give when you don't want to lose someone. Slowly I return the hug, and then he pulls away.

"Get some rest. I'll wake you up when dinner is ready." He whispers, a melancholy smile on his face. I nod my head silently and walk past him. I walk past the blood. I walk past my laptop. Then I make it to my bed, and I climb in, and I never want to get back out.

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"Hey," A quiet voice tries to get my attention, "Abby." I peel my eyes open and let them adjust to the dim lighting in my room.

"Dinner's ready." Asher tells me, I nod my head, still groggy from my nap.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

"I guess." I shrug, rubbing my eyes, "Where's Jett?" I ask, stretching out my arms.

"He went to the store, and to do a few errands. He'll be back soon." He informs me, and I nod.

It's never occurred to me until now how responsible Jett actually is. Throughout the entire time my parents have left us, he's run the errands, he's bought the groceries, he's mailed the bills.