Chapter 11 He Took Her Love and Threw it Away
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Tears clouded her vision.
No sound could be heard through the door. Only dead silence.
Abby wasn't even sure if Jason heard what she said.
But one thing was certain.
He wouldn't care a straw if she died right here.
Abby wiped her tears away, allowing herself to slid down against the door and curle up, biting the back of her hand so that she could stifle the cries.
Her youth had started with Jason, and now it was coming to its end because of him.
For a whole 16 years she had loved him!
And he took her love and threw it away. Took it, used it, tore it into pieces, and trampled on it as if she could feel no pain.
How many 16 years does one have?
Abby let out a yelp of pain. She only had a glass of milk this morning. The hunger had caused a gnawing pain in her stomach.
Gathering what strength she had, she ran to the bathroom, knelt by the toilet and vomited.
Her stomach was empty, and all she got out was acids.
......
The cramps were still there, but she knew she had to stop, or the next thing that came out would be blood.
She came back to her room and opened the drawers.
The two bottles of drugs were lying there silently.
They were the only thing that could help her get through the next three days.
She got some tap water and forced the drugs down.
Her gullet was thinner than average, causing the pills to scrape her throat; and her eyes waters from the effort.
She gagged uncontrollably, and the pills she forced down seemed to have come back to her throat again, leaving the bitterness in her mouth.
She curled up in her bed, the thin sheets she wrapped herself in seemed unable to fight the coldness of the night.
Abby's eyes went out of focus.
She hid herself under the sheets, waited for the darkness to set in.
A lightning split up the dark sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder, illuminating the whole bedroom in a second.
It was surprising how her cosy and sweet room could appear so scary at night.
The lightning cast shadows on her window, followed by another thunder.
And after that, it got so quiet and dark, even darker than before the lightning struck, threatening to devour everything.
"Ah--!"Abby screamed in that second. She clutched the sheets tightly around herself, sweating all over.
She felt as if there was a monster crawling over her on the ceiling.
She stared at the sheets, not daring to move.
"Jason...Lewis."
"Jason Lewis..."
"Jason Lewis!" She called out his name, tentative and whispering at first, but increasing her volume with each call, until she was streaming out loud, as if she could get him from her heart if she could scream loud enough.
But no one answered her call.
The room felt so empty and quiet, except for the thunders out there.
She was abandoned, and forgotten.
No one wanted her.
Tears began to flow down her cheeks again; she couldn't tell whether it was because of the fear of the dark, or because of the anguish of her heart.
……
Jason left after locking the door.
His phone buzzed and a message popped out.
Jason took a glance, and it was a warning for the storm tonight.
Storm... so there would be thunder, something Mia was always terrified of. And Abby Sunny...for someone who had the nuts to challenge him, she definitely wouldn't be afraid of the thunder.
Jason got in his car and drove straight to Mia's place.
But he couldn't help feeling a bit restless, disturbed...he couldn't help thinking about her...Abby.
He hated himself for it.
Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, he punched it out of frustration.
……
Mia's face was still pale from her illness.
When she saw Jason come in, her eyes shone with excitement.
Her cheeks were a little flushed: "Jason, did you have dinner?"
"No."
"Then I'll cook."
Jason had bought this apartment for Mia as a gift. The food in the frige was of the best quality.
Jason stared at Mia, who was now cooking in the kitchen, but his vision was a little blurred; out of nowhere, he thought he saw Abby in there, instead of Mia.
Then he remembered how Abby had waited for him to go home and have dinner with her. But he never did.
Mia felt Jason's eyes on her. She turned around with a spoon in her hand, and smiled to him: "Jason, you should go sit on the couch. I know you don't like kitchen smell."
She had known Jason all her life. No one knew this man better than she did. There was no way Abby Sunny could compete that.
Jason snapped out of his trance, and nodded to Mia before going back to the living room.
He turned on the TV and a popular talk show was on.
There were bursts of laughter but he just couldn't find it amusing.
He stared at the screen, Abby's eyes, red and swollen from crying, appeared in front of him.
He felt his heart clench.
He heard her crying when he left.
She said, she was dying.
He didn't care. But what was that pain in his heart, that gnawing, disturbing pain?
He lifted his hand to rub his temple.
One minute before, he was siting on the couch; but next minute, he caught himself shifting restlessly, wanting to leave.
That was when Mia came out from the kitchen with a soup.
Smelling cigarettes, she looked ahead and saw Jason lying on the couch, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong and muscular forearm.
He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, smoke clouding his face, and his expression unreadable.
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