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“Mom, can I have ice cream?” The child asked the lady beside her.
“Now my munchkin needs ice cream? Huh?” the mother playfully pinched her child on her cheek.
The child squealed with delight making her mom smile.
Abigail smiled observing them. The kid must be around six or seven years old. She started licking her ice cream cone when her eyes fell on Abigail. She gestured for Abigail to share her ice cream, that too very sweetly. Abigail shook her head and started walking.
There was a young couple on the sidewalk. Passionately kissing each other, like there was no tomorrow. She kept staring at them for very long.
She could not stay in the apartment and left it as soon as possible, forgetting to take her phone, or her purse, or even her keys in her haste. She did not even remember if she had locked the apartment. She could not remember for how long she had been walking. But she kept walking anyways.
Did she have a choice? Her heart was dreading going back to her place or Molly’s. She was feeling nauseated just by thinking to meet her mom, or Chloe, or Kyle ever again.
How would she face them? Even if they were guilty what good could it bring her? Except they would realize that she was the same old Abi with her stupid principles.
She started laughing at herself. She laughed hysterically, even the walkers and passersby were shooting her strange looks. But she gave a damn.
She was in fits.
My god Abi. You are so naïve. How could you think for one moment, even for a single moment that
Your business. Your milestones. You are fooling around, darling. They are the ones who are achievers. You are still naked. Trying to cover yourself. Ha ha.
She fell to the ground clutching her tummy. She was still laughing when it started to drizzle. The drizzle became heavy pouring in no time. People around her started running. Some in panic, some in adventure or fun.
And then she broke down. Clutching her belly she cried and cried. Until there was no energy left i n her. She did not know how long she laid on the sidewalk, under the rain, all wet.
No, I won’t let that happen.
She raised herself. Wiping her tears from her cheeks she looked up at the sky.
Dad, please help me.
She did not know why after all these years she called him. But she suddenly missed him so much.
She started walking again. It was almost past midnight. She must be walking for the past six to
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seven hours at least but miraculously her feet didn’t hurt. She kept walking, not crying anymore. But God knows why those stupid tears were still running down her cheeks.
She caught her breath when she found herself standing on the main gates of Sapphire Galaxy. She walked inside.
After crossing the lobby she went towards Private Elevator’s area where a guard stopped her.
“Miss please show your identification.” The guard was looking at her from head to toe. She sure looked like crap!
“I am here to meet …” She was about to explain the guard that she resided there when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Abigail?” She spun around to find him standing there with concern, worry and tension on his
face.
“Hunter. We need to talk. This is important.” She congratulated herself to speak sensibly and not sound like a shit drunk whore. Hunter nodded towards the guard and scooped her up in his arms.
Good Lord! She was still wearing her office clothes which were a pencil skirt with the white blouse, drenched in water so much that it had become see-through showing her cream-colored bra and a slender waist with a flat tummy.
“What the hell. Where have you been, Abigail?” In normal circumstances Abigail would have celebrated that he did care about her. For her, that was a positive sign.
“H…Hunter.” her teeth were chattering now. “I need to talk.”
Without a single word, Hunter kept walking and carried her to the bathroom. “Take off your clothes. I would fetch something for you” he started to leave her standing there. But she held his arm. “Hunter. We need to talk now. Please. Just listen to me.”
Hunter looked at her hand on his arm and then covered it with his own. “Sugar. You need to change otherwise you would fall sick.”
“Pl … please. Please don’t leave me ju … just listen to me.”
“Sweetheart” he gently held her and clasped her to his chest. “Sugar. Just two minutes. I am not going anywhere” With that, he kissed her forehead and left abruptly. After sending a quick message to Molly that she was back safely, he went to her hurriedly in a single minute carrying his t-shirt and boxer shorts. “Honey. Please change it first, then I would not only listen to you but we would drink coffee together.” Right now he was treating her as if she was a five year old.
After five minutes when he returned, the door was still slightly ajar, just like how he had left it. She was standing there looking in space. She seemed extremely distraught.
Taking a deep breath he came closer and started taking off her blouse. She did not say a word. Taking off her bra and skirt he made her stand under the shower. Giving her a quick bath he made her wear his t-shirt and the shorts. Tying a towel around her hair like a turban he lifted her and carried her to bed.
He reached out to his back and pulled over his wet t-shirt, which soaked during the shower.
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Taking her in his arms he murmured in concern. “Abigail, sugar. Talk to me.”
Hearing a voice outside the bedroom made her jump. “There is someone out there. Hunter, there is someone…”
“I need a vodka. Not coffee.” A tear slip from her eye.
He tried to smile at that. “Why change of heart? Tell me, Abigail. What happened?” he held her
chin and looked into her eyes.
“I just realized I am an adult.” She sounded serious, “and I really need a vodka, Hunter.”
“But I want you clearheaded while you talk to me. How you reached here? You were still wearing your office clothes, Abigail?”
Avoiding his gaze Abi stood from the bed and stood near the glass wall looking out at the city.
“Any more questions?” she asked him without turning around.
you are not wearing any sandals or shoes?”. Watching her barefoot was the worst thing he witnessed.
Abigail looked at her feet shocked and then turned around to look at him. Instead of answering she just shrugged and turned back towards the glass wall. “I don’t know Hunter.”
She was also surprised. She did not even bother to have a look on herself.
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His loose t-shirt was coming off her shoulders and it reached just above her knees.
“Why don’t you sit down and tell me all about it.” He patted beside him on the bed. But she shook her head and turned to the picture hanging on the wall as if it was the only interesting thing in this room.
“What are you looking at?” He came behind her. She again shook her head. As if on impulse holding her shoulders he turned her around and was stunned to see tears rolling over her cheeks.”
Abigail!”
He gave up and pulled her in his embrace. She was in pain. He had never seen this much hurt on her face.
He wanted to do something about it. He could not see her like this. He wished he could kill the person who inflicted it upon her.
“Hunter we need to talk. Please, Hunter.” He heard her muffled plead against his chest.
“Ok, sweetheart. We would talk.” He nodded and then brought her in living room holding her hand.
She was wringing her fingers in nervousness. “I need your help, Hunter.”
“Anything for you sugar.” Pushing her on the couch, he kneeled in front, holding her hands in his,” Ask anything.”
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“Anything?” she was looking into his eyes.
“Anything, Abigail Caroline Mason.” He said while wiping her tears with his thumb.”Just name it.”
“Hunter. Promise me, you won’t hate me.” Hunter was startled to hear that.
“Hey. Why someone would hate you, love? … and definitely not me.”
She laughed at that. “Wait till you hear what I have to say.”
“My answer would always be the same. I would and could never hate you.” He said firmly looking into her eyes and then kissed her hand.
Taking a deep breath she laughed nervously then she asked…
No she said… “Marry me, Hunter!”
