The Girl Who Stutters and The Boy Who Mutters

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Chapter 45

Abby’s P.O.V

I wake up and the first thing that pops into my mind is: woah boobs.

This is because a very familiar set of boobs are shoved into my face. I push myself up so that I’m sitting on my elbow to see none other than my sister snoring on the pillow next to me. But that isn’t bothering me right now. What’s really bothering me is the massive headache I have. What the hell did I do last night? I faintly remember drinking one shot but other than that the night seems like a complete blur. I gently tap Anna on her shoulder and when she doesn’t wake up I roughly shove her and she nearly falls off the bed.

“Woah woah,” she says groggily looking over at me and squinting while holding her hands in front of her face to protect herself from the bright sun that’s now shining through the window. “No need to be hostile. We’re all friends here.”

“W-what are you d-doing here?” I ask quietly laying back down and holding my hand over my face.

“I’m not allowed to just pop in and cuddle with my sister,” she asks and I look over at her raising my eyebrows, knowing that we both know she usually has something better to do. “I don’t appreciate all the glares I’m getting from you this morning Abigail, and we literally just woke up. And if you must know I came here because you made the very immature decision of going out last night and getting shitfaced and your boyfriend apparently couldn’t handle it himself.”

“S-stop t-talking so loud,” Anna never knew when to stop talking. I guess I used to admire that about her because she could go on about topics for hours on end but I usually just hated attempting to talk.

“Oh shit sorry I forgot you probably have a hangover,” she says quickly standing up and walking over towards the door. “I suppose I get to repay you now with a cup of coffee and some eggs, huh?”

I nod slightly and she gives me a small smile before leaving the room. I know that when she said she was going to repay me, she was talking about all those times in high school when she came in late at night reeking of alcohol and I was always the one who helped her avoid mom and dad. Then every morning I’d wake up early to make her a cup of coffee and eggs to help her with the headache. That was back when we were really close.

Anna comes back into the room a few minutes later but this time she isn’t alone. Scott walks in with a smile on his face. As soon as I see him the reason why I drunk last night hits me harder than that bus hit Regina George. Anna walks over to me setting a cup of coffee next to a plate of bacon and eggs. She quickly plants a kiss on my forehead before walking towards the door.

“W-where are you g-going?” I ask her before she can leave the room.

“Um...well I, uh- oh! I have to meet with the wedding planner,” she says glancing over at Scott and giving him a look I can’t decipher. But whatever the look means it makes Scott shift awkwardly in his spot. “I have to go find Falon.”

Before I can beg her to not leave me alone with Scott she’s already out the door and I can hear her literally sprinting down the hall. I sigh heavily and look up at Scott who immediately smiles back at me.

“W-what do you w-want?” I ask raising my eyebrows at him and he frowns at me.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks loudly and I groan before reaching over and grabbing the coffee that Anna left in here for me.

“C-can we not d-do this right n-now,” I ask not looking at him.

“Well when do you suppose we do it?” He grunts. “Just tell me why you had to sneak out with Oakland of all people and we can be done with this.”

“You t-think that’s what t-this is about,” I ask glaring at him angrily. “You cheated on me!”

“Cheated on you?” He asks staring at me with a confused look on his face before something passes on his face and he looks down at the floor. “I never cheated on you.”

“So you w-weren’t at some c-club making out w-with some girl a c-couple night ago?” I ask crossing my arms at him. He looks up at me with a pleading look before looking over towards the window then back at me.

“She kissed me okay?” He says guiltily walking over towards me and I stare up at him. “I was surprised, I didn’t realize what was happening and-”

“It looked like y-you knew what w-was happening in t-the picture,” I say glaring at him.

“Pictures?” He asks raising his eyebrows at me. “Where the hell did you see pictures?”

“It d-doesn’t matter-”

“It was Oakland wasn’t it,” he asks and I can see anger flash through his eyes before he storms out of the room. Glad we had that extremely long and heartfelt conversation.

I rest my head on my pillow again and stare up at my ceiling. I must fall asleep for another half an hour before I hear a very loud thump. I sit up startled and look around the room, wondering where the sound came from. I frown when I see a body laying on the ground right in front of my open window. The person stands up and looks up at me raising his eyebrows. Liam?

“Um...” I look at him confused and he waves his arm over his chest. I look down and realize that sometime while I was sleeping the tanktop I was wearing slid down and a very large amount of my cleavage is showing. He coughs before shifting awkwardly on his feet.

“I t-thought you w-were missing,” I say trying to avoid an awkward silence.

“Wasn’t missing,” he says shrugging. “I knew where I was.”

“Scott was w-worried about y-you,” I say looking him over. He’s just in a regular t-shirt and faded jeans. His hair is sticking up in all directions as if he didn’t bothering doing anything with it but it still looks good.

“A lot of people worry about me so he wouldn’t be the first,” he says shrugging again before walking over towards the end of my bed.

“T-there a reason w-why you’re here?” I ask glancing up at him.

“Very much actually,” he says taking his phone out of his pocket. “I got a very interesting voicemail from Falon earlier. Is it true?”

“Is what t-true?”

“Is Daniel really here?” He asks sounding annoyed with me.

“Daniel?” I ask looking at him confused. “I thought t-they hadn’t found h-him yet?”

“Well Falon left me a voicemail saying otherwise,” Liam says not looking at me. “It sounded like he was crying so maybe he was being serious. Hopefully it’s not some stupid plot to lure me back here.”

“Where h-have you b-been,” I ask narrowing me eyes at him.

“I was around,” he says nonchalantly. “I figured my parents wouldn’t notice if I just disappeared for a while.”

“W-why wouldn’t t-they?”

“They never do,” he says nodding his head slightly. “Anyways what about you? Aren’t you like diseased or something..?”

“Schizophrenia?” I ask sighing at his bluntness. “I don’t know h-how I am?”

“Why do you seem so weird?” He asks narrowing his eyes at me. I squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

“Well t-there’s the whole s-schizophrenic thing,” I say rolling my eyes at him.

“No no,” he says shaking his head at me. “It’s something seem anxious.”

“Well I d-did just find out t-that I’m being cheated on-”

“Scott’s cheating on you?” He asks as his eyes widen. He looks conflicted for a moment before shoving his phone in his pocket and storming out of the room.

Why does everyone keep leaving me alone?

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