Abigail - S01 E52

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Abigail - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

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“My parents died because of me.” Robert lowered his head, tears rolling down his face. “If I didn’t leave the house that day…they wouldn’t have died in the snow. It is my fault.”

Emma was crying silently as she watched him.

He was broken and in pain.

The memories were back to torture him.

The scar in his heart was bleeding once again and she wished there was something she can do to take the pain and anguish away.

“My sister blamed me for their death and hated me afterward.

Life became different and more difficult. Everyone saw me as a child who killed his parents. And they weren’t wrong.”

“Robert…” Emma called with a shaky voice, her lips quivering.

Was there a way to heal him? She wondered.

“But you know,” He paused. “Tessa wasn’t the only one who lost a parent that day… They were also my parents and I love them as much as Tessa did.”

Emma shifted closer to him and slowly reached out to touch his arm. It was her way of telling him that he wasn’t alone and that she was there for him.

Robert, on the other hand, didn’t flinch away.

It was as if he was back to that day. The very day the cops came to inform them about their parents’ death.

He could still remember the loud cries of his senior sister and her hurtful words to him.

He remembered how everyone consoled Tessa and forgot about him. However, those who noticed him only threw a scornful look at him and went away.

No one cared about his feelings and that’s because they blamed him for his parents’ death.

He blamed himself as well.

But as time went on, he stopped blaming himself. It was the only way he could continue with his life and stop living in the past.

For two years, he went to therapy because he couldn’t get his sister’s words out of his head.

Her words were like daggers that went through his body and pierced his heart, scarring him for eternity.

He might have stopped blaming himself for his parents’ death but that pain and scar were still there. He couldn’t get them away.

Maybe if he had listened to them and given up the dream of becoming a rapper, they wouldn’t have died.

By the way, Tessa didn’t become the scientist she dreamt of. She became a model. He knows for a fact that his parents would have been disappointed in her if they were still alive.

Robert cried, balling his fist as he remembered his sister’s words over and over again.

Never forget this, Mom and Dad died because of you

Emma stood up and stood between Robert’s legs, burying her fingers inside his hair.

He instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face on her flat stomach.

Emma strokes his hair softly, not saying anything.

He needed silence and sometimes, people heal from the calmness of their surroundings.

Now she understood why he was in this sour mood. Now she understood why he wasn’t pleased with his sister’s appearance at his house last night.

Will he ever forgive his sister? She doesn’t have the answer to that question. But she won’t blame him if he doesn’t.

“You are not alone…” She said in a whisper, following her impulse by dropping a delicate kiss on top of his head.

•••••

Felicia stepped out of her husband’s office, adjusting her dress while walking down the hallway when she sighted her husband’s colleague, the one she met in his office an hour ago.

“Hey.” She greeted with a charming smile on her face.

Sandra raised a questioning brow.

“Hi.”

“I am Felicia Hart,” She introduced, stretching out her hand for a handshake. “Marshall’s wife.”

Sandra’s face dropped and the headache she has been having since the moment Marshall asked for a break-up increased.

“Wi…Wife?” She repeated.

“Mm-hmm. I just want to tell you to please take good care of my husband. He means the whole world to me.” Felicia attempted to walk away but Sandra stopped her.

“Wait a minute,”

“Yes?”

“Whose wife did you say you are?” She asked again.

“Marshall. Didn’t he tell you he was married?”

Sandra almost lost her balance but held herself. She can’t embarrass herself any further.

“I… Wait, aren’t you the daughter of Mr. Hart I mean, you are the sister of the director, Jersey Hart. Right?”

Felicia grinned and nodded her head.

“Yes. I know this was supposed to be a secret and no one is meant to find out about my husband’s real identity but I don’t know why I have a good feelings about you. And I’m sure you are close to my husband, right?”

Sandra blinked several times, biting her inner cheek.

‘Marshall is married and I didn’t know? I thought he loved me. I thought I was the only woman in his life. Is he breaking up with me now because he has had enough of me and is now tired of me? How dare that bastard play with my feelings?’ Sandra thought to herself.

“Uhm, that reminds me, you haven’t introduced yourself to me.” Felicia pointed out.

“I am Sandra. Sorry, but I have to go now.” Sandra quickly walked away, leaving Felicia behind.

Felicia simply shrugged off Sandra’s rude behavior and walked away.

••••

Sandra barged into Marshall’s office and saw him buckling his belt.

Books lay carelessly on the floor. It was obvious that it was knocked down on purpose.

He stopped what he was doing as soon as he noticed her.

“Sandra, what are you_”

She cut him off immediately.

“Who is Felicia Hart to you?”