My Sister, Abby (Part 15)

Except for the whole “Abigail” bit, the class passed pretty nicely.  Tiffany, or Tiff as she apparently prefers to be called, sat next to me, and I sat next to Chad trying to forget that I had a huge ugly scar on my face.  Even with all that make up, I was still incredibly insecure, especially when I realized that I had to use this much every morning, I’d be broke at the end of the year.  If I hadn’t been in church, I would have cursed at Abby’s dad once again, but somehow it didn’t feel right.

So now we were in the car on the way home, talking our hearts out nervously, both sweating and shaking.  “Do you think this will happen every time we’re in the car together now?” I asked during a lull.

“I certainly hope not.  I think we’ll grow out of it.  Besides, your dad’s in prison now.”

He might grow out of it, but I never would.  “Well, we’ve talked enough about my dysfunctional family.  Tell me about yours.”

“Dysfunctional isn’t the half of it.  I have no idea who my dad is, and my mom was being escorted to a rehab center last time I saw her.  I hear that she’s out now, clean, and married.  I haven’t talked to her, and she hasn’t called that I know of.  It all happened when I was about four, so I’ve really forgotten most of what happened.  Except for that part when she was being dragged, literally, between two guys.”  He said it like he’d had this conversation so many times it was just second nature.  I couldn’t imagine talking about anything that nonchalantly.

We talked about other random topics until we got back to our street.  His grandparents decided, with our help, to just park at Chad’s house and we walked back up the street to my house.  Of course, I regretted that as soon as I saw Abby standing at the end of the driveway as soon as we got half way up the hill.

“Chad!” she called excitedly.  “It’s so good to see you walking again!”  With that, she ran down the hill toward us.

“Um, Chad, you might want to move at the last second,” I said in an undertone.

He grinned at me and froze for a long minute.  Surprisingly, Abby stopped herself short while he was smiling in my direction, although it makes more sense now that I think about it.  She is unbelievable, really.

“How was church?” she asked somewhat impatiently.  “Did you have fun?”

Chad nodded in her direction.  “I’ve got to go back and eat.  I’ll be up later, okay?”

Since it was obvious that he was talking to me, I shrugged.  “Sounds good.”

Abby twirled around toward the house and stalked inside.  Chad sent me a questioning look, but I had no idea what her problem was either, so all I could do was shrug again.  I have got to be the lamest person he has ever met.  I’m half surprised he doesn’t just ditch me and spend his attention on Abby, who seems to never run out of new, entertaining antics just for him.

“Well, thanks for taking me,” I said.

“Thanks for coming,” he replied with his genuine smile.

“What, I wouldn’t back out on a promise!”  I said, pseudo-fended.

In response, I got the grin I’d been hoping for, tossed over his shoulder as he sprinted down the street to what would probably be a great dinner.  I turned away when I realized that I’d been standing in the same spot long enough for him to get to his driveway and quickly went inside to my own personal horror show.  Not that I thought that was what I would find inside, but just Abby was bad enough.

*NOTE: All characters and events portrayed in this story are purely fictitious.  Any resemblance to actual people or events is entirely coincidental.*


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