Post by Abigail on Apr 23, 2021 16:58:32 GMT
Abigail awoke several hours later. She didn’t know when either Eternity or her had fallen asleep, but she awoke with a start as the morning springtime sun cracked through Mary’s window and finally broke the long night.
A night that had been filled with worries as Abigail cleaned up and dressed Eternity’s head wound, whilst listening to her stammer and stutter and ramble about facing the Devil and paying for her sins, and Rowan and her sisters.
Abigail really didn’t understand as much as she felt she needed to, instead all she could offer was comfort and reassurances that she was here and not going anywhere. She wanted to do more, but didn’t know what to do exactly. So in the absence of any kind of satisfactory solution at all, Abigail was left to focus on the black anger in her heart. She didn’t like being this helpless, hated it. And once again the only person she could blame was Rowan fuckin’ MacDonnough.
Dealing with her own nightmares when forced to deal with the bitch was one thing, but having to sit and watch Eternity reduced to a jabbering incoherent mess for most of the last night and not being able to help her was an altogether different hell.
Abigail’s mind flashed with memories of Eternity shaking violently, begging for forgiveness, first from her mother, and then from her father and finally from Abigail herself, and she cried.
No matter what Abigail said or did, Eternity kept asking if she was a good person, if she was loveable, and Abigail wanted to tell her yes, absolutely she was, but it wasn’t getting through. Eternity was trapped in an endless circle and Abigail knew Rowan was responsible, felt it in her bones. The nightmares Rowan’s opponents experienced before a match with her were well documented, but nobody else had reported the physical effects she’d witnessed with Eternity, as if something was trying to tear Eternity’s soul from her body and leave behind a shell, just like Rowan herself.
The more Eternity thrashed in what Abigail could only describe as a seizure, the tighter Abigail’s grip on Eternity had become, and fifteen minutes later, it stopped and Eternity’s erratic breathing finally began to subside.
Abigail closed her eyes tight and thanked God when it had finally passed.
That was her last recollection of the night, until now where her first sensation was a sharp pain in her neck from the awkward angle she’d fallen asleep at at the bedside with Eternity held in her lap. She grimaced as she looked down at Eternity. Eternity’s eyes were wide open, but she was motionless, unresponsive.
Abigail’s heart skipped at least three beats before something told her to get a grip and check for a pulse. Eternity’s chest still heaved softly, she was still breathing. Abigail put two fingers to Eternity’s jugular and found a strong pulse before she dared to breath again.
Eternity was just at rest, asleep. Abigail smiled, and didn’t want to disturb her after the tumultuous night they’d both had. Instead, Abigail gently ran her palm across Eternity’s eyes closing them for her. She then reached behind her for a pillow. She pulled it off the bed to put it underneath Eternity’s head.
The gun fell from the bed with the pillow, and bounced next to Abigail.
Abigail shifted to replace her lap with the pillow as gently as she could before she turned her attention to Christopher’s gun. The very same gun that Mary had used to take her own life, according to Eternity and the energy she’d been drawn to from it.
Abigail picked it up and breathed deeply and slowly, knowing she had to break the cycle that tied both of them to this place, this cursed house. This was not her house, it was a mausoleum to a monster, and one way or another, she knew she couldn’t move on with her life until she did what she came here to do.
Decide once and for all who she wanted to be for the rest of her damned life, whatever it took.
Abigail marched around to the back of the house, the Colt 1911 cocked and loaded in her vice like grip as she looked out at the beauty in which Christopher and Mary rested. The hills were peaceful at this time of the morning. The sweet air filled with a springtime tranquility that her fucking sperm donor never deserved.
Not after all the things he’d done to her. The pain he’d caused, the memories he’d left her to live with. An unwelcome hand across her thigh, a venomous whisper of how much daddy loved his little girl, the threat to punish her if she cried about it again.
She raised Mary Kane’s murder weapon, her knuckles white with burning fury, her hands shaky with bubbling rage, she used a second hand to steady her aim and marched forward, unloading round after round into Christopher Kane’s headstone. Driven forward by Pa’s strength and instincts he’d embedded in her, like a real father who actually cared about her. She screamed until both the gun and her burning lungs were empty.
Click, click, click.
She had no more to give, she fell to her knees and wept next to the bullet riddled tombstone of her abuser. A man who still wasn’t dead enough for her, and never would be.
Eternity came bounding out of the house, and fell immediately to her knees next to Abigail and wrapped both arms around her without any need for an explanation. Eternity held her tight, rocking her gently as Abigail wept openly in front of someone who wasn’t her immediate family for the first time in her life.
Abigail shook and clenched her jaw as she buried her head into Eternity’s shoulder, still weeping.
“I shouldn’t have brought you here, I’m sorry,” Eternity whispered. “The memories, they are too painful.”
Abigail looked up to Eternity, “Ya don’t even know what they are.”
“I don’t need to. If they hurt you, I know they are too painful.”
Eternity cupped Abigail’s cheek, held her gaze, wiping her tears with her thumb.
“You deserve to know. He hurt me. Touched me. When I was too young, too stupid ta understand, ta stop him...”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Eternity said. “Real daddies don’t do that.”
“You’re right, they don’t,” Abigail said softly, “That’s why I need ya ta please understand that he wasn’t my real daddy. I’m not Freya Kane, I will never be Freya Kane. If that’s the only reason you’re here with me…”
Eternity put a finger to Abigail’s lips.
“That has nothing to do with us,” Eternity said, “It never did, and it never will.”
“You mean that? Because I know you were close to Spike in a way I never got to be. I thought maybe because I was his flesh and blood…”
Eternity giggled softly, shaking her head.
“Like my favourite T-shirt says you’re much more than your flesh and blood to me and always have been, you know that, don’t you?.”
“A little reminder never hurt,” Abigail smiled. “Ya won’t tell anybody about? You’re the only person outside my family and therapists I’ve ever told. It ain’t somethin’ I share easily.”
“Whatever you tell me today or tomorrow is going to the grave.” Eternity mimics crossing her heart, sealing her everlasting promise. “Hope to die.”
“Not for a long, long time yet,” Abigail said, cuddling into Eternity as they sat on the grass together until Amy and Christian inevitably arrived at their home.
“The neighbors alerted us to gunshots,” Amy said. “We thought you’d been hurt.”
Christian picks up the empty Colt 1911 from the grass beside Abigail.
“You two come to my family’s home for what? To piss on my father’s grave? Well, I hope you two feel better, but now I think you should leave before I press charges.”
Eternity pulled Abigail up with her, “We were just leaving, this isn’t our home anyway, we were just a little lost...but now we are found, aren’t we, Abby?”
“Yes,” Abigail smiled, a deep breath, as the weight started to lift from her shoulders. “My name is Abigail Spencer and this ain’t my real home.”
“Is it?” Christian said, “Well, don’t bother ever coming back then. You’re dead to me and my family.”
“And you’re dead to us too!” Eternity said, sticking her tongue out at Christian.
“Dead and buried,” Abigail said, squeezing Eternity’s hand, sharing her strength in this first and last confrontation with Freya’s half brother. “Don’t worry, I won’t be caught dead comin’ here again. It was a mistake.”
“You’re damn right it was,” Amy said. “You two aren’t welcome here anymore.”
“Not as long as I live and breathe,” Christian said, an arm around his wife’s waist.
Eternity threw her head back and led Abigail away, far away from here. Never ever to return.
Just as they had solemnly vowed here today. They’d reached a complete dead end.
A night that had been filled with worries as Abigail cleaned up and dressed Eternity’s head wound, whilst listening to her stammer and stutter and ramble about facing the Devil and paying for her sins, and Rowan and her sisters.
Abigail really didn’t understand as much as she felt she needed to, instead all she could offer was comfort and reassurances that she was here and not going anywhere. She wanted to do more, but didn’t know what to do exactly. So in the absence of any kind of satisfactory solution at all, Abigail was left to focus on the black anger in her heart. She didn’t like being this helpless, hated it. And once again the only person she could blame was Rowan fuckin’ MacDonnough.
Dealing with her own nightmares when forced to deal with the bitch was one thing, but having to sit and watch Eternity reduced to a jabbering incoherent mess for most of the last night and not being able to help her was an altogether different hell.
Abigail’s mind flashed with memories of Eternity shaking violently, begging for forgiveness, first from her mother, and then from her father and finally from Abigail herself, and she cried.
No matter what Abigail said or did, Eternity kept asking if she was a good person, if she was loveable, and Abigail wanted to tell her yes, absolutely she was, but it wasn’t getting through. Eternity was trapped in an endless circle and Abigail knew Rowan was responsible, felt it in her bones. The nightmares Rowan’s opponents experienced before a match with her were well documented, but nobody else had reported the physical effects she’d witnessed with Eternity, as if something was trying to tear Eternity’s soul from her body and leave behind a shell, just like Rowan herself.
The more Eternity thrashed in what Abigail could only describe as a seizure, the tighter Abigail’s grip on Eternity had become, and fifteen minutes later, it stopped and Eternity’s erratic breathing finally began to subside.
Abigail closed her eyes tight and thanked God when it had finally passed.
That was her last recollection of the night, until now where her first sensation was a sharp pain in her neck from the awkward angle she’d fallen asleep at at the bedside with Eternity held in her lap. She grimaced as she looked down at Eternity. Eternity’s eyes were wide open, but she was motionless, unresponsive.
Abigail’s heart skipped at least three beats before something told her to get a grip and check for a pulse. Eternity’s chest still heaved softly, she was still breathing. Abigail put two fingers to Eternity’s jugular and found a strong pulse before she dared to breath again.
Eternity was just at rest, asleep. Abigail smiled, and didn’t want to disturb her after the tumultuous night they’d both had. Instead, Abigail gently ran her palm across Eternity’s eyes closing them for her. She then reached behind her for a pillow. She pulled it off the bed to put it underneath Eternity’s head.
The gun fell from the bed with the pillow, and bounced next to Abigail.
Abigail shifted to replace her lap with the pillow as gently as she could before she turned her attention to Christopher’s gun. The very same gun that Mary had used to take her own life, according to Eternity and the energy she’d been drawn to from it.
Abigail picked it up and breathed deeply and slowly, knowing she had to break the cycle that tied both of them to this place, this cursed house. This was not her house, it was a mausoleum to a monster, and one way or another, she knew she couldn’t move on with her life until she did what she came here to do.
Decide once and for all who she wanted to be for the rest of her damned life, whatever it took.
*****
Abigail marched around to the back of the house, the Colt 1911 cocked and loaded in her vice like grip as she looked out at the beauty in which Christopher and Mary rested. The hills were peaceful at this time of the morning. The sweet air filled with a springtime tranquility that her fucking sperm donor never deserved.
Not after all the things he’d done to her. The pain he’d caused, the memories he’d left her to live with. An unwelcome hand across her thigh, a venomous whisper of how much daddy loved his little girl, the threat to punish her if she cried about it again.
She raised Mary Kane’s murder weapon, her knuckles white with burning fury, her hands shaky with bubbling rage, she used a second hand to steady her aim and marched forward, unloading round after round into Christopher Kane’s headstone. Driven forward by Pa’s strength and instincts he’d embedded in her, like a real father who actually cared about her. She screamed until both the gun and her burning lungs were empty.
Click, click, click.
She had no more to give, she fell to her knees and wept next to the bullet riddled tombstone of her abuser. A man who still wasn’t dead enough for her, and never would be.
Eternity came bounding out of the house, and fell immediately to her knees next to Abigail and wrapped both arms around her without any need for an explanation. Eternity held her tight, rocking her gently as Abigail wept openly in front of someone who wasn’t her immediate family for the first time in her life.
Abigail shook and clenched her jaw as she buried her head into Eternity’s shoulder, still weeping.
“I shouldn’t have brought you here, I’m sorry,” Eternity whispered. “The memories, they are too painful.”
Abigail looked up to Eternity, “Ya don’t even know what they are.”
“I don’t need to. If they hurt you, I know they are too painful.”
Eternity cupped Abigail’s cheek, held her gaze, wiping her tears with her thumb.
“You deserve to know. He hurt me. Touched me. When I was too young, too stupid ta understand, ta stop him...”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Eternity said. “Real daddies don’t do that.”
“You’re right, they don’t,” Abigail said softly, “That’s why I need ya ta please understand that he wasn’t my real daddy. I’m not Freya Kane, I will never be Freya Kane. If that’s the only reason you’re here with me…”
Eternity put a finger to Abigail’s lips.
“That has nothing to do with us,” Eternity said, “It never did, and it never will.”
“You mean that? Because I know you were close to Spike in a way I never got to be. I thought maybe because I was his flesh and blood…”
Eternity giggled softly, shaking her head.
“Like my favourite T-shirt says you’re much more than your flesh and blood to me and always have been, you know that, don’t you?.”
“A little reminder never hurt,” Abigail smiled. “Ya won’t tell anybody about? You’re the only person outside my family and therapists I’ve ever told. It ain’t somethin’ I share easily.”
“Whatever you tell me today or tomorrow is going to the grave.” Eternity mimics crossing her heart, sealing her everlasting promise. “Hope to die.”
“Not for a long, long time yet,” Abigail said, cuddling into Eternity as they sat on the grass together until Amy and Christian inevitably arrived at their home.
*****
“Freya, what the hell?” Christian said, “Did your friend here put you up to it, I mean Amy told me she was a little off her rocker, but this...this is unacceptable.”“The neighbors alerted us to gunshots,” Amy said. “We thought you’d been hurt.”
Christian picks up the empty Colt 1911 from the grass beside Abigail.
“You two come to my family’s home for what? To piss on my father’s grave? Well, I hope you two feel better, but now I think you should leave before I press charges.”
Eternity pulled Abigail up with her, “We were just leaving, this isn’t our home anyway, we were just a little lost...but now we are found, aren’t we, Abby?”
“Yes,” Abigail smiled, a deep breath, as the weight started to lift from her shoulders. “My name is Abigail Spencer and this ain’t my real home.”
“Is it?” Christian said, “Well, don’t bother ever coming back then. You’re dead to me and my family.”
“And you’re dead to us too!” Eternity said, sticking her tongue out at Christian.
“Dead and buried,” Abigail said, squeezing Eternity’s hand, sharing her strength in this first and last confrontation with Freya’s half brother. “Don’t worry, I won’t be caught dead comin’ here again. It was a mistake.”
“You’re damn right it was,” Amy said. “You two aren’t welcome here anymore.”
“Not as long as I live and breathe,” Christian said, an arm around his wife’s waist.
Eternity threw her head back and led Abigail away, far away from here. Never ever to return.
Just as they had solemnly vowed here today. They’d reached a complete dead end.
Well howdy there pardner.