𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 || T.O

Chapter 3

Anyone who had been looking from the outside would have thought Abigail to be 'one of the populars', a typical party girl with a thriving social life, who was winning in the world, and on her way to greatness. But even with her blinding smile and an image that made the girl look put together, she was anything but; if you took a step closer you would have been able to see a faded trail of tears and the bruises which littered her skin that she had attempted to cover.

But that was then and this was now. Why look back on something that only brought her pain.

Abigail stood in front of a mirror straightening out her black fitted dress that came to mid-thigh. She scanned herself looking for some sort of imperfection, but her eyes landed on her neck and she couldn't help but trail her fingers over where her bruises used to be.

She let out a shaky breath remembering the woman who was the cause of her pain. The one who was supposed to show her love and affection, but instead delivered nothing but pain and suffering. The one who was supposed to chase the demons away, but instead She was the devil herself.

Abigail shook her head scoffing at how she let herself cry over the woman and wiped away her tears before they could fall. 'She' didn't deserve her tears and 'she' definitely didn't deserve to be called a Mother.

The topic of Abigail's mother wasn't a sweet one and would always leave a bitter taste in her mouth, and it was one she preferred to not speak of.

The blonde walked over to her phone which lay on the bedside cabinet, lifting it from its place and turning it on.

No new messages.

She only sighed, putting her phone into her purse.

Alone once again.
Why should she be surprised?

Abigail took a final look around her room, grabbing her purse and a black laced mask before walking out the door.

Josh had been disappearing a lot lately, and tonight was no exception.
It was the night of the masquerade gala, and the blonde could sense that something was off as she arrived.

Abigail stood off to the side with a drink in her hand, observing the crowd. She couldn't help but feel a little tense being surrounded by so many people. Without the alcohol running through her blood, she would have been a nervous wreck; her anxiety would have seen it as an opportunity to torture the life out of her. But that was not an option.

She'd been keeping herself together pretty well, but she'd been suppressing her feelings, and no one could see behind the confidence she wore as a mask. She knew it was just a matter of time until her mask crumbled, and that's what scared her the most.

"You always seemed like the lone wolf type." A voice was heard. Abigail was diverted from her thoughts noticing a suited Jordan leaning up against the wall, peering down at her with his signature smirk playing on his lips.

She returns her gaze back to the crowd of people, "What makes you say that?" Abigail asks, sarcasm lacing in her voice.

"Well, you are in a room full of people, yet here you stand quietly observing from the corner," Jordan quips, as she watches him from the corner of her eye.

"I can't tell if you are being judgy or not." She murmurs to herself as she leans back, her head resting on the wall.

"Not being judgy. Just stating the obvious."He responds, a smile on his face as he hears what she said.

She rolled her eyes not answering straight away as she tried to figure out what was making her 'spidey senses' tingle. "The whole vibe. It just feels off." Abigail points out, Jordan knew what she was talking about because he could feel it too.