I've been keeping a really close eye on Abby ever since the incident in her room. I've never been so scared in my life. I really was in love with her. I needed her in my life. She's been really depressed and unsocial. She just sits there and stares.
"Ab?" I asked, grabbing her hand, revealing her cut.
"Yeah?" She said, showing a fake smile.
"We should go out and do something."
"Yeah, sure." I don't even think she really heard what I said.
"Well, why don't you go get a shower and I'll run to my house and get some clothes."
"Sounds good." She got up and walked to the bathroom.
"I love you!" I called to her.
"Love you too." I hated seeing her like this. I got up and went out to my car. The whole drive, I kept thinking about Abby. Was she going to try and hurt herself again? I hope not. I'll try to hurry and get to the house and get my stuff before she tries to do anything. I got there and gave Mum a hug and kiss, got my stuff, and left. I hurried back to the house.
"Abby?" I called. "Babe?" I looked in the bathroom. I could tell the shower had been running, but she wasn't in there. "Ab?" Not in her room either. I searched everywhere, but she wasn't in the house. Oh, God. I called her phone.
"Hello, Harry." It was a male voice.
"Who the hell is this? And how do you know my name?" I said with anger.
"You're little lady friend here has a nice little body." He said, laughing.
"You leave Abby alone." I said, with a tear run down my cheek. I could hear Abby in the background.
"I love you, Harry." I heard her say.
"Shut up, bitch!" I heard him hit her. "She'll be alone alright. With me."
"I will find you, and I will kill you." I hung up.
I called Paul.
I'm sorry for making this story really sad, but I promise it'll get better soon :) be patient and stay amazing, my pretties ;)