Abigail - S01 E43

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Abigail - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

NOT_EDITED

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{ GINNY’S PLAN }

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#PAST

When he told her that he wanted to show her around the world, she had expected him to take her to a graveyard or a dark tunnel or to a thick forest where wild animal lurks around.

But never did she imagine he would bring her to the amusement park filled with happy kids and families.

Little Abby gripped the end of her dress tight, looking around like she was in a foreign land.

Amusement Park is a place of fun for kids her age but this monster standing behind her made it his goal to seize her every chance of joy and happiness.

Her mother was usually busy with work affairs and barely stays back at home. Although it’s not like her mother will be able to defy the monster’s instruction and do contrary to what he wants.

He has a set of rules that little Abby and her mother must obey. Anyone that dares disobeys them will pay dearly for it.

And funny enough, he still hurts them every single day even when they obey his stupid set of rules.

They were living in complete misery and it was like God has turned his back on them.

“Wanna have fun, honey?” He whispered into her ears, giving her his signature ugly smirk.

“Why… Why are we here?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking.

She remember the last time her mother brou-ght her here and let her have fun with other kids. She was four years old back then and at that time the monster was still acting like a God sent in front of her while behind the closed curtains, he was beating her mother until she lose consciousness.

However, since the day she cli-cked five years old, her moment of misery began. She is eight years old now but yet she hasn’t escaped the pain and agony.

He stopped her from going to the park, he stopped her from a-ssociating with her peers, he stopped her from watching cartons, he stopped her from going shopping with her mother, and he stopped her from doing a lot of human things.

The little bubbly and always smiling child became a sad and fearful child. Every slight noise or touch will put her on the edge. She was like a shadow of herself.

But then again, why was she here in the amusement park with this monster after all these years of keeping her away from it?

What fun was he talking about?

What evil plans does he have in mind? She refused to let her guard down because if she does, she will regret it.

Nothing good comes from this man. That is one thing she taught herself never to forget.

She expected him to be mad at her for questioning him but surprisingly, he laughed.

Even his laughter was as dark as his heart and creepy as his voice and face.

There was nothing good about him anyway.

“To have fun, honey.” He winked and started walking towards an ice cream cart.

Little Abby hesitantly followed him, counting the seconds in her head and using her eyes to observe every little detail about the park.

She doesn’t trust this monster for one bit.

His spirit, soul, and body were filled with nothing but wickedness.

He brou-ght her to this place and there must be a heinous reason behind it.

It’s not like she can protect or defend herself when he shows his true intentions to bring her here but at least she should be prepared for the worse and ready to accept it. What else can she possibly do?

“Do you want an ice cream?” He asked her.

She didn’t answer.

“I’m asking you a question. Don’t keep me waiting for answers, honey. You know clearly that I am not the patient type.”

She swallowed nothing, tightening the grip she has on the end of her gown.

“I… I’m fine.” She stuttered in fear.

The ice cream seller stared at the little girl, her brows knitted.

Little Abby could feel herself being examined by the woman and that made her wonder if the seller was able to catch sight of anything unusual in her behavior or see throu-ghher fears and agony.

She doubts that.

“Two cone-shaped ice cream,” The monster placed an order, pulling out his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers.

“What flavor, sir?” The seller asked.

“Vanillas.” He answered.

“Vanilla for you. What about you, baby girl?” She asked the little child, a soft and friendly smile on her face.

“I…”

“Didn’t you hear me say Vanilla?”

“Vanilla for you but I don’t think it is the flavor the child wants.” She noted.

“You don’t think?” He repeated, his voice sounding menacing and crude. “She is my daughter and whatever I decide for her is none of your damn business.”

“But…”

“You know what, forget it. I don’t want to get ice cream anymore. Let’s go, honey.” He turned around and started walking away.

Little Abby followed him from behind, her head hanging low.

“Wait here, let me make a quick phone call.” He left her by herself and went towards the corners, speaking to someone on the phone.

Abigail quietly waited for him, ignoring the children of her age playing around in the park.

Now she understood why he brou-ght her here… She can see the differences between the kids and herself.

They were happily playing with each other and their parents were ready to buy anything for them as long as it makes them happy. But as for her, she was sad, and even with the fact that she was in the amusement park filled with her peers…she still felt lonely.

“Babygirl,” A familiar voice called out.

The child turned around and saw the ice cream seller, holding out a strawberry cone-shaped ice cream.

“Is…is that for me?” She asked in confusion.

“Yes, dear. I noticed how you were staring at the strawberry flavored ice-cream. It’s a surprise your father didn’t notice.”

“Uhm, I’m sorry but I can’t take it.”

“Why not?”

One thing her mother taught her was never to collect things from strangers. And technically, this woman was a stranger.

“I don’t want it.” She responded.

“Are you asking me to throw it away because you know, no one will buy it from me like this.”

“You can give it to another child who wants it. Thanks anyway.”

“You are a good girl but can I ask you a question?”

The child looked around, hoping her father doesn’t see her talking to this woman.

“What?”

“Is that man really your father?”

“Huh?”

“You don’t appear to be comfortable, baby girl. You are frightened about something. I saw how…”

“This is why they say, always mind your business because curiosity killed the cat.” The monster said from behind.

The woman quickly turned around and came face to face with him.

“I was only having a conversation with your child.”

“With whose permission?”

“I… I only wanted to give her this ice cream, that’s all.”

“And I asked, with whose permission?”

“I’m sorry if I crossed the_”

He rou-ghly grabbed her wrist and started dragging her towards the corners he was just coming out from. Abby ran after them.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” The woman struggled to break free from his grasp but he was stronger than her.

They came to a secluded area where there was nobody aside from them and he carelessly tossed her to the ha-rd ground. The ice cream she was holding flew off her hand.

She groaned in pain and started ma-ssaging her waist.

“What is wrong with you? Is it a crime to have a conversation with your daughter?” She snapped.

“It is wrong to converse with a child without her guidance’s permission. You are an adult, you should know that already.”

“I…”

He slapped her across the face, so ha-rd that her li-ps burst open and blood started spilling out.

“You should really learn how to mind your business. Anyway, you are going to learn your lesson from me. And trust me, I am not so nice.”

He started beating her up.

He punched and kicked her continuously, ignoring her screams of pain and pleas.

Abby cried silently, hiding behind a waste bin as she watched the scene.

She thought of running off to call for help but she didn’t.

Why?

The monster kept beating the woman until she was partly unconscious and then, he pulled out a gun from his waistband -hidden perfectly inside his shirt.

“Wha…what? Please don’t…don’t kill me.” She begged, tears rolling out of her eyes.

“Curiosity killed the cat. This is a lesson for you, honey. In your next life, you will always mind your business.” With that said, he pulled the trigger on her forehead and she dropped dead instantly.

“Argh!” A loud yelp escaped Abby’s mouth as she dropped to the ground, cowering in fear. He just killed a human being right in front of her eyes.

The monster turned around to look at her, a sinister smile playing at the side of his li-ps and he calmly approached her, keeping the gun where he earlier brou-ght it out from.

As soon as he reached where she was seated in panic, he knelt in front of her, cupped her cheek, and slowly wiped off the tears on her cheek.

“It is your fault that she died, honey. You had your chance to save her. Why didn’t you run to call for help?” He tilted his head to the side, holding her gaze with his dark ones.

The little child couldn’t say a word. Her li-ps were quivering and her body was shivering. She felt the sudden coldness that engulfed her.

Her gaze moved towards the lifeless woman whose eyes were wide open and her heart had stopped beating.

The monster was right, why didn’t she call for help? Maybe if she did the woman would be alive and the psychopath will be arrested and she and her mother will be free once again and live their lives like every other human being out there.

Why didn’t she take the chances?

He helped her up on her wobbling feet and stood behind her, holding her in place so she wouldn’t fall face flat on the floor and then he made her look at the dead woman again.

“You see why I say we are different, honey?” He whispered into her ears, grinning widely. “We can never be like the rest of the world.”

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