I tensed my body, as the heavy vase exploded over my head, dark dots swam in and out of my blurring vision. 'what the...mum!' each word felt like something inside my head was hammering away, trying to escape my skull. I saw those red pointed heels flying backwards, as she was pushed to the floor. I saw Alex grab her shoulders, shaking her, 'get Abby.' he said to someone behind me, my eyelids felt heavy, like there were little weights pulling them down. I struggled to keep them open, but I was fighting a losing battle, I was subconsciously aware of being picked up and carried but after that everything went dark.
When I woke again I was aware of a heavy pounding inside my head, like someone was banging a low drum. I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them again, the light burning them, I let out a low whine, and tried to burrow deeper into my warm cocoon, 'Abby...' I heard someone whisper, the sound shooting through my head, I felt someone stir against me, they gently stroked the hair out of my face, I winced as they brushed over the painful part of my head. I whimpered, slowly opening and closing my eyes, so they adjusted to the lighting, Adam was lying beside me, cradling me to him. He looked tired. When he saw I had opened my eyes, he smiled down at me, kissing me lightly on the nose where he knew it wouldn't hurt me. 'my head...' I croaked, my voice raspy. 'shhh' he said stroking my face. I slowly looked around and realized I was still at his house, in the spare room. He must have noticed the alarm in my eyes as he said, 'don't worry Abby, we've called a doctor, he should be here soon and Alex has taken mum, she won't hurt you again.' he said fiercely. 'you...you...' I stuttered, closing my eyes in pain. 'what Abby?' he said kindly. 'you remember?' I asked hopefully. He smiled sadly , 'only the time when you and I were just friends, nothing more.' he said sadly, I nuzzled into his side, so that he didn't see the disappointment flood my eyes.
They doctor arrived shortly after, he gave me some powerful pain killers and sedatives so that I could rest, he said I had concusion, I needed to stay in a dark room for the next week and not be exposed to any noise or artificial light. When he left I turned to Adam, 'what about Amelie.' I said worriedly grasping at his shirt. 'you're mums looking after her Abby, the best thing you can do for her is rest so that you get better.' With that he gave me my medication and I succumbed to the dark and silent abyss that sleep brought.
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