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Hi, my name is Abigail
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 | ~In The Depths Of Despair Love~ .::8::. |
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 4.93 with 15 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-08-04 19:56:28 |
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A/N: I just wanted you guys to know, that I won’t be continuing some of my series for quite a bit, because I really want to get this series finished off for good first. There’s going to possibly be 10 chapters in this series. Thank you. XD
Recap of Chapter 7:
Daybreak cracked the nightly, dusk sky.
The sunlight glinted on Abigail’s freshly, awakened eyes. As she strained her eyes, and glanced around, her eyes half-way opened, to see her clothes scattered, all around the furnishings, and coverlet. She noticed she wasn’t wearing anything. She snatched a robe, and woke Lester up.
“Lester,” she whispered, gently, as her breath brushed against his exposed back.
“Yes,” he mumbled, which came out like a slur. “I think I’m pregnant.” Abigail uttered, feeling lethargic, and weighty. Lester’s eyes flickered wide open, as he instantaneously sat up straight.
He had also detected, his clothes, spread out everywhere.
Before Lester could say anything, the door unbolted, as the solid, stilted, and polished door, flung open, as it rammed down onto the floor.
They’re stood, holding, a bullet holding gun, dagger, and blade, Abigail’s former parents…
Chapter 8:
Abigail struggled for breath in anxiety, as her heart felt as if it was just being stabbed in. Lester, stood up at once, as his mouth dropped open, in utter panic. Abigail pressed on her stomach, ready to defend her baby inside of her.
“Abigail! We leave now, or somebody will get hurt!” Her father commanded irritably, holding up a gun, which was ready to strike open a bullet, and hit them straight in the guts. “No! You aren’t my parents, why should I listen to you!?” Abigail scowled, as her face lit up into a puckered brow.
“Well, then you’ll have to face the penalties!” Both former parents bellowed, angrily as they gaited closer.
Abigail’s eyes scattered around everywhere, obliviously with absolute dread. Lester clutched onto Abigail’s hand firmly and galloped pass, her ex-parents when they weren’t attentively looking vigilantly.
Abigail seized onto her robe, keeping it from falling down, as she scuttled out of the hotel’s foyer. Lester led her into an alley across the hotel, as he took hold of Abigail. They treaded softly, as their bodies arranged in a line against the brick walls which narrowed down a long alleyway.
“Don’t say a word, and they won’t notice we’re here.” Lester whispered, as his breath swept across Abigail’s back. She nodded, in trepidation as her big, russet coloured eyes gazed up at Lester.
Footsteps clomped more rapidly across the alley. Abigail pushed herself forward to see if they were out of sight. Lester, at that moment lugged Abigail back as she slammed against the brick wall.
“Wait,” Lester said too quietly to be heard, without conviction. “They’re gone.” Abigail assumed. Lester clinched her hand as he brought her to the opposite side out of the alley.
“We mustn’t be seen anywhere around our parents. I know an old farm which has been abandoned, so no one will see us there,” Lester held Abigail’s hand, as he brushed his fingers over her cheek gently, “believe me.”
Abigail placed her lips on his cheek, as she gave him a swift kiss. Lester plastered a grin on his face, as Abigail also grinned contentedly.
Lester and Abigail walked, and asked for directions to the farm. Soon it was midday, as they both reached the farm despairingly, but eager. Abigail panted, as she held her stomach, securely. Lester splashed a smile on his face. “No, need to worry. This will be out home.”
Abigail looked up, and then suddenly stopped panting. “It’s beautiful.” She said, fixing her eyes at the farm.
Lester and Abigail unfurnished out the barn, and settled in. Abigail parked her body onto a bundle of hay. Lester started to mix raw eggs, brought by the chickens. Abigail fell asleep still drained from the calamity, going on.
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Abigail’s eyes unfastened, slowly, like a chain being unlocked. She blinked a few times, and then gradually looked up. Her eyes were still in a squinting position. She noticed, it wasn’t the farm. It was sinister and empty. It was like a dark menacing room, filled with meaninglessness…
Silence filled the room. From the other end, came a shriek. Abigail gasped at what she saw…
A/N: This part was a bit longer than the others. Hope you liked it. The ending of this chapter was another cliff hanger. It’s an archetypal thing for me to do at the end of each chapter. But anyways comment and rate. ^.^ |
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