Abby
I can still see him. Still hear the sound of the gun going off inside my head. I've been home for a little over three hours, and even with all the noise, the people swarming around me, and everyone comforting me, I feel as cold and lonely as I did while sitting in that phone booth waiting on help.
My eyes remain focused on the sheets as I lay on my bed and let Slice check me over. Candice sits in a small chair on the side of me holding my hand and letting her tears fall. I haven't said a word since Austin and Chance picked me up. Simply fell into his arms and sobbed. He did exactly what I needed. Held me, stayed silent and took me home.
"Abby." I cringe when I hear Chance's voice. It's deep, deeper than normal. Full of emotion and worry and I immediately open my eyes and zone in on
