????ABIGAIL
INOCENCIO????
(The Murderer….)
By, Precious Pinky
Copyright ©️(Don’t copy this story if you don’t want to see madness!)
Chapter 31????32
NOT_EDITED
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{ SPOILING HER FAVORITE PATIENT }
“Please don’t hurt me. I promise to be a good girl.” The little girl cried, kneeling in front of the monster.
He smirked and advanced towards the bathtub, turning on the faucet and watched as water started filling up the bathtub.
The girl breathing grew heavily as she watched him prepare another means to torture her.
It was always like this. Each day, he would bring her to this room just to torture her in different ways. It has become a daily routine.
Would she ever be able to escape this monster? This pain? This plague?
Has he not done enough already? Is it until she drop dead one day, he would decide to rest?
Her mother hasn’t returned home from work. She was a doctor and always busy in the hospital.
Moreover, it’s not like if she was around she would be able to stop the beast from hurting her daughter.
The woman couldn’t even fight for herself talk more of fighting for another.
The bathtub was filled with water when he shut off the faucet and turned to stare at the whimpering child.
She stood up on shaking feet, moving back, and creating a safe distance between the both of them. However, he crossed that safe distance and stood right in front of her, leaving no breathing space for her.
There was no way to escape the hell that was made of walls.
She thought of running out of the room but that option would have been hopeful if only he didn’t lock the fuc-k ing door.
“What did I tell you about crying, honey?” He raised a questioning brow.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffled and started wiping off the tears on her face. “I won’t cry again. I promise not to cry. But please don’t hurt me.” She begged, but her emotions betrayed her as fresh tears started rolling down her face.
He cli-cked his tongue, shaking his head.
“This is one thing I hate about you, honey. You cry a lot. Just like your mother.”
“I’m…sorry.” She apologized, kneeling down once again. “I won’t cry. I promise to be a strong girl like you want me to be.”
They say; ‘Never make a promise you can’t keep.’ But what if you have no other choice than to make such a promise? What if making the promise was your only chance at survival?
“Good,” A psychotic grin that sent shivers down the child’s spine appeared on his face as he snatched her wrist, rou-ghly, not caring whether he was inflicting pain on her or not. “Because by the time I am done with you,” He started dragging her from behind towards the bathtub filled with water. “there would be no tears for you to spill.” And with that being said, he tossed her inside the water, holding her down inside the water so she wouldn’t be able to come up to the surface.
The world was like a place of void. All she saw was darkness. All she heard was silence. It was like she was in a confiscated box with no way out. Although she has been locked up in a confiscated box by this monster to know that there was a different between the box and this place.
She struggled to break away from his tight grip but it was only a waste of time. Her strength was nothing compared to his.
She squee-zed her eyes shut, settling down. She can’t keep fighting. It was pointless.
Has her time to die finally here? Is this the part where she tells the world a goodbye?
“Abby!” She suddenly heard a voice and somebody was shaking her shoulders as if trying to wake her up. “Abby, open your eyes. Abby!”
It wasn’t the voice of the monster.
It was someone else. A familiar voice…
Emma?
Abby opened her eyes, drawing de-ep breaths into her lungs as she quickly sat upright and looked around her surroundings.
There was no bathtub or water.
She was currently seated on her bed, sweating profusely.
“Abby, look at me,” She heard the voice again and moved her gaze to the source.
“Emma,” She called out in a husky voice.
“Are you alright?” Emma asked, tears trailing down her face as she cupped Abby’s face. “How do you feel?”
“I’m terrified…” Abby sincerely answered. “He would come back to hurt me, right?”
“He won’t. I won’t let him get anywhere close to you, Abby. Well, that was if he was still alive.” Emma ran her thumb over Abby’s cheeks, wiping off the sweat.
Abigail shook her head in disagreement, getting out of the bed and in the process, pulling herself away from her best friend.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be…here.” She muttered and quickly slide under the bed.
Emma cried silently, sitting down on the floor to take a better look at her friend.
“He won’t come anywhere close if I’m here.” Abby stated, balling herself up. “He won’t find me here…”
Emma couldn’t hold it in anymore, she rushed out of the room and went downstairs, sobbing loudly now.
She sat at the bottom of the stairs, crying her eyes out for her friend’s sake.
It was 3:30 am when she heard screams from Abby’s room. She thought they were under attack or something and quickly grabbed her gun, dashing to Abby’s room only to find out that Abby was having one of those horrible nightmares.
Emma dropped her gun beside her on the step and ran her fingers throu-ghher hair.
She didn’t want to cry in the presence of Abby because one, Abigail can’t cry. And two, she needed to be strong for the both of them.
She wished there was a way she can help her friend get rid of the nightmares. She wished she can protect Abby from that horrible man. She wished there was something she can do…
“That bastard… I swear if he wasn’t dead, I would have killed him myself!” She said out loud sniffling. “I hate you for hurting Abby.”
•••••
Abby descended the stairs, yawning loudly.
“Good morning!” Emma greeted cheerfully, smiling.
“Good morning to you too, Em. How was your night?”
“Good.” Both of them were obviously trying to avoid talking about the incident that happened last night. “What about yours?”
Abby shrugged.
“Fine. You are up so…early.” She noted, changing the subject immediately.
“It’s Saturday, babe. We rarely stay at home. And I feel like cleaning the house this morning.” She simply replied.
“I see.” Abby strolled inside the kitchen and after a few minutes, she returned to the living room with a mug of steaming coffee. “You know, it’s nice to have a break from work.”
“I second to that.”
They both chuckled.
Abigail took a sip of coffee and let out a de-ep breath.
“So…uhm…about last night…” Abby began but Emma cut her off.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, babe.” She said.
“I must have looked like a fool. Gosh. I can’t believe I went to sleep under the bed in your presence. How stupid I must have looked in front of you.” She muttered.
“Abby,” Emma closed the distance between them. “You are not a fool and neither are you stupid.” She paused. “And you shouldn’t be embarra-ssed in front of me. I am your best friend and I will never judge you.”
“I just…” Abby’s voice trailed off and her hands started trembling.
Emma collected the mug from her grasp and dropped it on the table beside them.
“Hey, today should be a beautiful and happy day. We are going to have a lot of fun. No to every negative vibe.” She winked.
Abigail chuckled and nodded her head.
“You are right. No to negative vibe!” She agreed, smiling.
“Good girl.”
“Oh, did I tell you that I will be going out this evening?”
“This evening?”
“Yes.”
“To where? Are you having night duty?”
“No. But I asked someone out for dinner.”
Emma eyes wide-ned and she gasped out loud. “You are lying! Really?”
“Get your head out of the gutters, Emma. It is nothing special.”
“Mm-hmm. Nothing special indeed. Who is it?”
“Nah, I’m not going to answer that.” Abby started climbing the stairs alongside her friend.
“Come on, who is it? Do I know him? Is he a colleague? Why are you even blus-hing? You like him, don’t you?”
Abby quickly stormed inside her room and closed the door, shutting Emma out.
“Answer me, Abby! Who is the prince charming that finally swayed your heart?” Emma asked from the other side of the door.
“Go and clean the house, Emma. Or else I’m going to ask you questions about Robert. Wanna try?” Abby threatened.
“Of course not. I will leave you to do your business while I do mine.” Emma quickly left.
Abby smiled, shaking her head at her friend’s silliness as she grabbed her phone and texted Thelma.
•••••
“Ma’am, you have a guest.” Margaret, David’s nanny announced.
“A guest?” Sandra repeated with a de-ep frown on her face. “Okay. I will be right down to see who it is. Just go and entertain him…or her.”
“It’s Dr. Marshall, actually.”
“Marshall?” She reiterated, shocked. “Okay. I’m coming.”
“Okay, ma’am.” Margaret stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her.
Sandra stood up from the bed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
“Why is Marshall here?” She wondered, leaving the bedroom as well.
••••
“Marshall,” Sandra called out as she entered the living room.
He rose up to his feet and spread out his arms for her. She took the hint and rushed to hug him.
“How are you?” He pressed a delicate kis-s on top of her head.
“Fine. I was expecting you here at my house. You didn’t tell me you were coming over.” She said, pulling out of the embrace.
“I wanted to surprise you. Seems like I did a good job in doing that.” He smiled.
“Well, maybe.” She smiled back at him. “Please sit down.”
“Hey, I am no stranger here so stop treating me like one.” He faked a glare but still took the offer by sitting down.
Sandra giggled and took a seat beside him. “Yeah, right. I’m sorry if I make you feel like a stranger.”
He waved her off. “It’s okay.”
“So, are you going to tell me why you came over?” She asked.
“I miss you.”
“As much as I like that, I know that’s not what brou-ght you here, darling.” She crossed her legs. “Did something happen?”
“Not really…” He sighed. “I came to talk about your plans,”
“Oh, come on, didn’t I tell you not to worry about it? I have everything under control.”
“Are you sure what you plan on doing won’t hurt the kid?”
“What do you take me for, Marshall? A murderer?” She scoffed.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t want us to make any mistake. Hating Dr. Abby is something but hurting a patient only to spite her is another thing. We need to be extra careful with what we do.” He said.
Sandra nodded her head. “I know and trust me, I am always careful.” She leaned towards him and pecked his li-ps. “You’ve got nothing to wordy about.”
“Dr. Marshall?” A tiny voice called out, interrupting them.
Sandra immediately pulled away from Marshall and turned around to face her little prince.
“Honey,” She grinned, waving her hand for him to come over. “You are…here.”
“Yeah.” He stepped closer towards them. “Good morning, Dr. Marshall.”
“Good morning, son.” Marshall ruffled the little boy’s hair. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Margaret’s approached them.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Oh, thank you, Margaret. We will be there in a second.”
“Let’s go, David.” Margaret said.
“Okay.” David followed the woman to the dining room.
“Since you are here, will you join us for breakfast?” She asked Marshall when her son and his nanny were already out of sight.
“You know, there is only one breakfast I’m craving for,” He ran the tip of his tongue over his li-ps, eyeing her, seductively.
“Is that so?” She blus-hed.
“Let’s do a quickie.” He suggested.
“What? No fuc-k ing way.” She scrunched up her face in disgust. “We aren’t gonna fuc-k on my couch, Marshall. Let’s go to the dining room before David comes out here to look for us.”
“Ugh.”
•••••
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday_”
“Whose birthday is it?” Tara asked, cutting Thelma off.
“Wait, isn’t it your birthday?” The young nurse asked.
“What? No.”
“Really? Why then did…” She stared down at the bags full of present that Abby asked her to collect from the delivery man and give to Tara. “Nevermind.”
“Who owns those gifts?” Tara asked, excitedly, sitting upright on the bed.
“You.”
“Me?”
Thelma nodded, dropping the bags on the table beside the hospital bed.
“Yeah. Dr. Abby asked me to give them to you. I even thought it was your birthday.” She said.
“Oh, my God!” Tara squealed and collected one of the bags to see what was in it. “Ahhh! She got me kit kat chocolate! I love chocolates.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. What is in the other bags?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, check them.”
Tara did as Thelma suggested. It’s not like she waited to hear her opinion because she would have still checked every bag regardless of what the nurse suggested.
“I can’t believe Dr. Abby got me all of these things. I’m so happy.” She giggled, opening another bag. Then another and another until there was no other bag left to open.
Abigail got the teenage girl a lot of goodies. Like; chocolates, pringles, chicken nugget, and so many more. However, everything she got were edible.
“I love Dr. Abby!”
Thelma smiled. “And I can see that she loves you too. Enjoy yourself then.”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
There was a knock on the door just when Thelma was about to turn around.
The door opened and a nurse peeked her head throu-gh.
“Ward 302, Tara, right?” She asked.
“Yes, that’s me.” Tara nodded her head.
“Dr. Abby sent this to you,” She entered the office and handed Tara a bouquet full of red roses.
“Wow.” Tara exclaimed and collected the bouquet, taking off the nylon that was worn over it. She sniffed the roses and a wide grin appeared on her face.
She can’t remember the last time she saw beautiful roses like this.
“Why is Dr. Abby doing all of this?” Thelma couldn’t help but to ask.
The nurse who had given Tara the bouquet shrugged her shoulders.
“She must have her reasons, I guess.” She left the ward afterward.
Thelma stood there for a second and watched as Tara sniffed the roses once again and then dropped them on the table beside her bed before she started eating the chocolates.
“Do you want some, Nurse Thelma?” She asked when she noticed the young lady still standing there, staring at her.
“No, dear. Thank you.” Thelma forced a smile to her face and then left the ward, leaving Tara all by herself to enjoy the things her favorite doctor bought for her.
•••••
“Oh, shit. What are you doing here?” He gro-aned, stepping away from the door.
“Is that the best way to welcome your best friend?” Richa-rd queried, giving his friend a pointed look as he entered the house and shut the door behind them.
“Today is my day-off and I need a fuc-k ing quiet time.”
“Are you indirectly calling me a noise maker?”
“Well, you know yourself.” Robert rolled his eyes and went to sit down.
“What are you doing? Watching adult film while mastur_” Robert grabbed the throw pillow beside him and threw it at his friend. Richa-rd wasn’t quick enough to duck so the pillow hit him right on the face. “Ouch, that freaking hurts!”
“If that hurts, I wonder what will happen if I throw you this fuc-k ing table.” He hissed.
“You are so aggressive,” Richa-rd collected the throw pillow on the floor and went to sit down beside Robert. “Have you called your sister?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“She called me this morning.”
Robert’s eyes wide-ned. “She did?”
“Yes. She said she tried your number but it was connecting. Did you block her number?”
“I did.”
“Really, Robert? Why will you do that?”
“Isn’t it obvious that I don’t want to speak to her?” He scoffed.
“Stop being like this, Robert. She is sorry about what happened. I think it’s time you grow up and forget about the past, bruh.”
“Are you here to lecture me? If yes, get the hell out of my house.”
•••••
“Should I get her this cookies?” Abigail asked, showing Emma the picture on her phone.
“I think you’ve gotten her enough, Abby.”
“I want to make her happy,” She pouted. “I’m going to place the order and tell Thelma to collect it from the delivery man and give it to_”
Emma snatched the phone out of Abby’s hand and kept it aside.
“You are going to give this child stomach ache, Abigail. You’ve gotten her enough goodies. You even got her flowers. When have you ever given me flowers?”
Abby grinned, “Are you…jealous?”
“Of course not.” Emma huffed.
“Yes, you are!” She chuckled.
“I’m not!”
“You are.”
“I’m…not.” She rolled her eyes. “But seriously, I think you’ve done enough already.”
“Okay. If you say so.” Abby stood up to her feet. “What’s the time?”
“4:50 Pm.” Emma answered, giving Abby back her phone.
“I should go and start getting ready for the dinner night.”
“Hmm, I wonder who this lucky guy is.”
TBC.