The rest of the day went smoothly, I had Bio, APUSH, English and Pre-Calc. Nick was waiting for me out, in front of the school after school had ended. I reluctantly walked up to him.

"How did your day go Abigail?" Nick asked, smiling suspiciously

"Fine." I stated bluntly and began walking home. Nick ran up to catch up to me.

"Did you meet my friends today?" Nick asked, so apparently he knew all about my little run in with Sam and Luke.

"You mean Sam and Luke? Yeah I met them, apparently you're a big whiner, they told me all about how you complained about Sarah." I smiled to myself as I walked.

"Come on, tell me, did they do what I told them to?" He said, his eyes drifting down to my stomach.

"Yeah, they beat me up, nothing I'm not used to." I sighed and began to walk faster, wanting out of this conversation. 

"Hey, let me see!" Nick yelled grabbing me by the waist, I winced in pain. He turned me around and lifted up my sweater so that the bruise was visible, a tear slide from my eye as he looked at it with pride.

"Please. Put my sweater down. Congratulations, you win. My stomach is purple." He didn't release my sweater instead he started poking at the bruise, it stung badly each time. "Nick, please stop." He let go of my sweater and walked home with a grin over his face. I trailed behind him silently crying. I pulled my phone out and texted William 

(Hi, it's Abigail from choir, do you know Nick Walter?)

(Yeah, he's in my Spanish class, why?)

(He's my Foster brother, is he nice to anyone in your class?)

(Yeah, he's a pretty cool dude, is something going on?)

(No, I was just wondering if you knew him.)

After that conversation, I put my phone back in my pocket and walked home.

I reached my house and began to walk upstairs, only to be abruptly stopped by Mr. Walter 

"Young lady, Nick here just told me that you broke up him and Sarah, is that true?" I turned around and faced him

"Nope. All I did was get them drinks then go upstairs and take a nap. I don't really see what I did wrong." I retorted, being honest with this man for once.

"Excuse me, you do not speak to me, or Nick that way, we took you in, we took when no one else wanted you. We have you a home and food, you don't get to talk back to us, or break us up with our girlfriends. Now, we're going out to dinner tonight and since I do not trust scum like you in our house, so you will come with us, but you won't eat, understood?" I nodded then ran upstairs. 

I did my homework for a couple hours, and watched Hamilton interviews, at 5:30 we left to go out to dinner, I sat silently in the back of the car next to Nick who kept his hand on my stomach so that every time we made a turn the pressure would increase and it would cause me severe pain. We stopped at a deli in the theatre district and walked in. Throughout the entire dinner, I thought about William and how nice he had been today, I realized that this deli was right near the Richard Rodgers, Hamilton would be starting soon. That means Lin, is probably across the street. As I was thinking about this, to my surprise, Lin walked into the deli and ordered some kind of a soup, he saw me and waved, I waved back. 

"Abigail!" He exclaimed walking over to my table, "it's good to see you again."

"You remember me?" I asked shocked that he even recalled running into me in the first place. 

"Yeah, I mean you ran into a pole and got a giant bruise on your face. That's kinda hard to forget." He smiled and I giggled awkwardly. "Hi! You must be the Walters, my name is Lin, do you mind if I steal Abigail for a moment? No? Great." He pulled me out of the restaurant before Mr. or Mrs. Walter could respond. "I know I already asked you this, but, are you ok?" Lin asked as we got outside.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a clutz, that's all." I responded looking at the ground. 

"Are you sure? Because you have bruises that you didn't have when I saw you yesterday, listen to me, are they abusing you?" He asked, I was terrified, I had no idea how to respond, "listen, it's ok, you don't have to tell me, I can tell when this sort of thing is going on. It's going to be fine." With that, he hugged me.

"Can I get a picture? That way they won't ask question about what you talked to me about, and if you remember, I am a fan."

"Of course." He responded and I pulled out my phone and we got a picture. I walked back into the restaurant, feeling a little better about tomorrow.

 Hi hi! Thank you so much for reading! Obviously I love this, because this is the 4th update today! Whoops. Anyway, don't be afraid to critique, and obviously, I welcome comments! Thank you so much for reading! Question, what do you think of William? Do you like him? Are you suspicious of him?

Thanks for reading!

- Abi