Requested by: -schuyler & morgan_wente
OC: Abigail Livingstone

Crack. The snapping sound of a floorboard awakened the mistress in the house. Breathing heavily and gripping the bed sheets, she furiously tried to come to her senses. From all the alcohol and kisses of the night before, her mouth felt distasteful.

Another crack of a distant floorboard made her eyes widen up even more. Someone else was in the house, besides the sleeping man beside her and herself. Abigail steadily took a breath. She knew if she didn't act quick enough, there would be terrible consequences.

Her body rose from the bed, completely bare and shivering from the frigid air. Abigail wrapped her arms around her chest and stomach, attempting to cover up. She could still hear movement downstairs, which only made her act quicker.

Draping her dress over her head and onto the bare skin, she tried to make her heartbeat slow down. But the increasing sound of footsteps and shifting floorboards continued to frighten her. Abigail tied the laces of her dress, before grabbing the two shoes she had been wearing the night before.

The worry increased when she realized that they were on the second floor. Cursing under her breath, Abigail looked back and forth in the room. There wasn't any other way out or place to run to.

She threw open the window, cringing at the loud screeching sound it caused. Down below the ground seemed almost too far away. But she knew there was no other choice.

Squeezing her petite figure through the space, she let her legs dangle on the side of the house, completely suspended in mid air. Panic pumped through her veins as she wiggled through even more. Abigail found herself almost out of the window, with just her hands tightly secured onto the ledge.

Wait, her mind pleaded. Her hands suddenly slipped and a desperate cry escaped her lips, as she tumbled to the ground. The landing was surprisingly gentle, but still painful. It felt like a knife had been sliced through her heart when she landed. Abigail had just run away, without even looking back at the trouble she caused.

The next hour or so consisted of walking and running. She picked up a drink at a nearby bar, gulping down the contents of the glass. No one had bothered her for one second.

Helplessly clinging to her own body, Abigail stumbled along the main avenue. Tears streamed down her face as she walked. Each little step she took made tears only fall more rapidly. She was heading to the only other place she knew that would accept her.

When she reached the familiar door she had been heading for, all she wanted to do was curl up and sob on the porch step. But much to her thanks, Thomas answered. At first, he gave a flirtatious smile, beckoning her to enter, but then froze on the spot.

"Abigail?" Grabbing her shoulders gently, he pulled her into his home. A light flicked on above them and illuminated her pale, broken features. Thomas stuttered out something, asking if she was alright, but her wails cut all other words off.

"I-I-Alexander, wait-" She prayed the slip of the man's name hadn't set off a bomb inside Thomas. Oh, you've done it now. Abigail desperately tried to cover it up, by wailing louder and saying other nonsense. But nothing could mistake the nine lettered name she had said.

"What did he do to you? Did he threaten you or something? Dammit, I swear-"

Abigail shook her head. "No, no! He hasn't done a thing to me. It's something personal." A groan left her mouth. Everything she said was only making things worse.

"You don't have to hide anything from me, darling. Please, tell me. I can't stand to see you this distressed a moment longer." Thomas held her tightly to his tear soaked chest. She hadn't gotten a close enough look at him before, but the bags under his eyes had grown since she'd last seen him. He had probably been working senselessly, just waiting for her arrival.

Mouth going dry at the words, Abigail replied softly, "We're close." She let out a deep breath, seeing no reaction so far in her lover's eyes. He only seemed to be taking in the information.

"It's an intimate relationship we have. Over the past few months, it's grown and-"

"You've been sleeping with him, haven't you? I can just see it in your eyes. Don't lie to me, dear." The way he said her nickname seemed forceful and pained. Thomas wasn't even looking directly at her when she spoke.

Abigail began to stutter something, but he didn't let her say anything. His body pressed against hers, walking step by step back to a wall. Letting out hesitant breaths, she pleaded with him, "You don't understand, it's not-"

All of a sudden, the side of her face began to burn, and the sound of a smack echoed around the hallway. Abigail sunk against the wall and clutched her cheek. He had hit her. Trembling, she stuttered, "No, just listen to-"

Thomas continued to take away her right to speak, by colliding his lips with hers. Placing one hand on her thigh, he intensely kissed her, with less passion than the many times before.

No. Pushing his body off hers, Abigail threw herself in the opposite direction of him. In the corner of her mind, she realized how bad of a decision it had all been.

"Why don't you leave, you worthless whore? I don't think you're welcome here anymore. Go find another lover to trick into thinking your goddamn love for him is true and then screw him until dawn. You do that well, darling."

Snarling, he gave her a threatening look, one that she wouldn't ever forget. Scrambling out of the door, Abigail began running again. It came to her realization that she had nowhere to go.

There was nowhere she could run to for a place to hide. For the first in her life, she felt lost. A shiver ran up her spine, the reminder that only the darkness of alleys and shadows of homes would be consider safe. Her life had been thrown down the drain and a name had been stapled on over her own.

Everyone was bound to find out about her secret now. She would be known as the whore, someone who you wouldn't bring your children near. No one would ever look at her the same way ever again.

Abigail knew she had been wrong all along. It had been difficult to figure out her feelings, but she was positive she had been right. And it seemed so right at the time. The two men she had been with both looked at her in a certain way and actually cared for her.

But the second she went and pulled the trigger on them, everything she had known fell apart just as quickly as it came to be.

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A/N: Thank you -schuyler and morgan_wente for the request! I enjoyed writing a second part for this, so hope you liked how it turned out!