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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted in the story. They are the sole property of the NBC and Warner Bros. My fan fiction is a hobby, not something that brings in profit.
Set one year into the relationship between Carter and Abby.
Carter stomped around the apartment him and his girlfriend Abby shared, looking for his favourite Bulls T-shirt. Upon finding it all wrinkled on the floor, he shoved it into his suitcase and rushed to the front door. Just before leaving he shot back to Abby who was standing in the doorframe of her bedroom, "I can't believe I wasted an entire year on this god-awful relationship! No wonder I had to look elsewhere!"
The door slammed with a sickening bang, leaving Abby frozen in her room, a lone tear etching its way down her pale face. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. After what Carter had done, he was the one who was angry?!"
She knew they had had their share of troubles over the year, but nothing to this extent. She knew the relationship was over, she wouldn't allow it to go any other way.
Abby walked on shaky knees over the her sofa and sank down into the soft, burgundy cushions. She sat there, recalling the phone call that ended her relationship with Carter.
FIVE HOURS EARLIER
It was five am, Carter had to cover for Susan at the hospital, working two shifts in a row. Abby was alone sleeping soundly under her rose coloured duvet, deep in dream. All of a sudden, an insistent ringing shattered the peacefulness of her bedroom. Groggy eyed with sleep, she reached over to her night-table, knocking the glass of water she always kept beside her, onto the floor. "Shit," she muttered. She picked up the ringing phone before it woke up her overly sensitive neighbours. "Hello," she murmured into the receiver.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. After a few awkward seconds, a young woman's voice drifted through the phone. "Is John there?"
Abby, completely confused by the early morning intrusion, replied, "I'm sorry, Dr. Carter isn't here right now, who may I ask is calling?"
The woman answered carefully, as if she were just as confused as Abby to hear a woman's voice on the other end of the line. "Um, it is Denise. Can you get him to call me when he gets in? He has my number."
Now completely awake, Abby sat up straight in her bed, pushing the lock of hair that fell loose from her ponytail out of her face. "He is working a double tonight and won't be home until 9:30 this morning. Can I take a message? It is obviously important if he is getting a phone call at 5am." Abby was now becoming a little peeved by the lack of information this mystery woman was putting forth.
She answered with obvious hesitation. "I just wanted him to know that he left his good pair of jeans in my apartment and thought he may need them back for the week."
Abby's breath caught in her throat. She sat there for nearly a minute not breathing, not moving. She felt her world coming down around her. All she felt was a crushing pain starting from her toes and landing heavily on her heart. She looked down at the phone in her hand, the pain turning to a quick, fast burning rage. "Who the hell is this!" she shouted into the phone, "And why are you calling at 5am asking my boyfriend if he wants to retrieve his jeans from your apartment!" Her breath was coming out in ragged, angry puffs.
The woman on the other end stammered helplessly, "What? I've been seeing John for the past month! I think the correct question is WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???"
Abby threw back the duvet around her chest and jumped out of bed, the phone still hanging by her ear. "My name is Abby Lockhart and you have just called my apartment, the one that John and I have been sharing since the beginning of last year! But don't worry, you can have him. I hope you have a couch because he sure as hell won't be staying here tonight!" With that Abby hung up the phone. After staring at it for nearly two minutes, a rush of rage and adrenalin guided her hands to the phone and she slammed it across the bedroom. She brought a shaking hand up to her mouth, a soft whimper escaping, releasing a cascade of tears.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME:
Abby's eyes clouded over with threatening tears at the memory, feeling like the phone call came days ago, not just a few hours earlier. The call had been bad enough but when John arrived back to the apartment after his shift ended at 10:00, all hell broke loose. It would not be a morning Abby would forget in the near future.
EARLIER
Abby heard the front door of the apartment open and close softly from her bedroom. Her pulse quickened and her hands shook in apprehension. She dreaded her next step but knew it was absolutely necessary if she were to ever regain her dignity. After she threw the phone, Abby had sobbed inconsolably for nearly an hour. She couldn't believe that John could ever do this to her, especially after telling her daily how much he loved her. Once she got a hold of herself and washed her tear-stained face, Abby sat determinedly in her living room watching the time on her VCR slowly creep ahead minute by minute. Now she stood in her bedroom, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Either John gave it, or she would tell him the real truth, she doesn't live with cheaters.
"Abby?" his familiar voice called from the kitchen, "where are you?"
"In the bedroom," she replied stiffly, her hands clenching and unclenching the duvet beneath them.
Carter walked through the immaculate two bedroom apartment, a smile growing on his lips. He missed Abby while he was at work, they never saw each other much anymore with their varying shifts. He walked down the hall toward their bedroom, seeing her dark brown head turned away from him. "Good morning beautiful," he cooed wrapping his arms around her midsection. He was surprised when she stiffened and pushed away from his embrace.
She turned toward him and he gasped, her face was blotchy and her eyes bloodshot. Immediately he felt his stomach drop, she knew. "Honey, what's the matter? You look awful."
Abby scoffed, "You bastard, you know damn well what is the matter." Abby's voice raised a pitch. "How could you do this to me? How could you sleep beside me every night, holding me, making love to me all the while you are screwing her?" Abby pushed off her bed and began pacing around the room, the white carpet sinking between her bare toes.
Carter's face paled and he swallowed, his mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara Desert. "Abby, what are you talking about?" He knew he was caught, but still attempted the innocent boy persona, hoping to knock her off his scent.
"Oh don't give me that Carter. I've talked to her." Abby practically snarled at him as she threw his packed suitcase at him.
He ducked and picked up the leather carry-case off the floor. "Abby I'm sorry, I just didn't feel like I was getting what I needed out of this relationship."
Abby laughed mockingly. "Yeah and I was just an easy screw right? You know, when you felt tired or alone, hell lets go to Abby's, she's easy!" Abby was becoming angrier by the second. "Well I'm sorry Carter. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect woman for you. And I'm sorry you couldn't come to me to discuss a problem you had in the relationship but most of all, I'm sorry that I can' play along with your perfect little set-up you've created. I want you out and I want you out now. Goodbye John Carter, I never want to see you again!"
Abby pushed past Carter in the doorway, and opened the front door. "Get out."
Carter, who had also been becoming angrier and angrier through Abby's tirade, became red in the face. "What the hell did you expect me to do, huh? You don't love me and I sure as hell don't love you. All you do is bitch and complain about your life, ooh poor me, poor Abby with her fucked up family. Give me a break, we all have problems!"
Abby stared at him. "Carter, I know that I am frequently depressed and worried about my family, but who are you to say that that is wrong? I care so much about them, Eric and Maggie, that I lay awake sometimes at night, trying to calm myself by thinking that they are ok, that they are safe. The downer is, I know they aren't. Maggie is holding her own, and taking her meds, but I'm so worried about Eric. He is my baby brother and I care so deeply for him." Abby's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of her brother afraid and angry her boyfriend couldn't understand her worry.
She took a deep breath, "Nothing I've done excuses you from cheating on me. I want you gone, and never come back."
"Fine by me, I could never live with you for the rest of my life. No wonder Richard found some hot little woman to fill his needs while married to you. We should take therapy lessons together. The "Abby Wyzenski Victim's Club" get her away from you as fast as you can." With that, Carter started looking for his favourite Bulls T-shirt. Upon finding it all wrinkled on the floor, he shoved it into his suitcase and rushed to the front door. Just before leaving he shot back to Abby who was standing in the doorframe of her bedroom, "I can't believe I wasted an entire year on this god-awful relationship! No wonder I had to look elsewhere!"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted in the story. They are the sole property of the NBC and Warner Bros. My fan fiction is a hobby, not something that brings in profit.
Set one year into the relationship between Carter and Abby.
Carter stomped around the apartment him and his girlfriend Abby shared, looking for his favourite Bulls T-shirt. Upon finding it all wrinkled on the floor, he shoved it into his suitcase and rushed to the front door. Just before leaving he shot back to Abby who was standing in the doorframe of her bedroom, "I can't believe I wasted an entire year on this god-awful relationship! No wonder I had to look elsewhere!"
The door slammed with a sickening bang, leaving Abby frozen in her room, a lone tear etching its way down her pale face. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. After what Carter had done, he was the one who was angry?!"
She knew they had had their share of troubles over the year, but nothing to this extent. She knew the relationship was over, she wouldn't allow it to go any other way.
Abby walked on shaky knees over the her sofa and sank down into the soft, burgundy cushions. She sat there, recalling the phone call that ended her relationship with Carter.
FIVE HOURS EARLIER
It was five am, Carter had to cover for Susan at the hospital, working two shifts in a row. Abby was alone sleeping soundly under her rose coloured duvet, deep in dream. All of a sudden, an insistent ringing shattered the peacefulness of her bedroom. Groggy eyed with sleep, she reached over to her night-table, knocking the glass of water she always kept beside her, onto the floor. "Shit," she muttered. She picked up the ringing phone before it woke up her overly sensitive neighbours. "Hello," she murmured into the receiver.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. After a few awkward seconds, a young woman's voice drifted through the phone. "Is John there?"
Abby, completely confused by the early morning intrusion, replied, "I'm sorry, Dr. Carter isn't here right now, who may I ask is calling?"
The woman answered carefully, as if she were just as confused as Abby to hear a woman's voice on the other end of the line. "Um, it is Denise. Can you get him to call me when he gets in? He has my number."
Now completely awake, Abby sat up straight in her bed, pushing the lock of hair that fell loose from her ponytail out of her face. "He is working a double tonight and won't be home until 9:30 this morning. Can I take a message? It is obviously important if he is getting a phone call at 5am." Abby was now becoming a little peeved by the lack of information this mystery woman was putting forth.
She answered with obvious hesitation. "I just wanted him to know that he left his good pair of jeans in my apartment and thought he may need them back for the week."
Abby's breath caught in her throat. She sat there for nearly a minute not breathing, not moving. She felt her world coming down around her. All she felt was a crushing pain starting from her toes and landing heavily on her heart. She looked down at the phone in her hand, the pain turning to a quick, fast burning rage. "Who the hell is this!" she shouted into the phone, "And why are you calling at 5am asking my boyfriend if he wants to retrieve his jeans from your apartment!" Her breath was coming out in ragged, angry puffs.
The woman on the other end stammered helplessly, "What? I've been seeing John for the past month! I think the correct question is WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???"
Abby threw back the duvet around her chest and jumped out of bed, the phone still hanging by her ear. "My name is Abby Lockhart and you have just called my apartment, the one that John and I have been sharing since the beginning of last year! But don't worry, you can have him. I hope you have a couch because he sure as hell won't be staying here tonight!" With that Abby hung up the phone. After staring at it for nearly two minutes, a rush of rage and adrenalin guided her hands to the phone and she slammed it across the bedroom. She brought a shaking hand up to her mouth, a soft whimper escaping, releasing a cascade of tears.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME:
Abby's eyes clouded over with threatening tears at the memory, feeling like the phone call came days ago, not just a few hours earlier. The call had been bad enough but when John arrived back to the apartment after his shift ended at 10:00, all hell broke loose. It would not be a morning Abby would forget in the near future.
EARLIER
Abby heard the front door of the apartment open and close softly from her bedroom. Her pulse quickened and her hands shook in apprehension. She dreaded her next step but knew it was absolutely necessary if she were to ever regain her dignity. After she threw the phone, Abby had sobbed inconsolably for nearly an hour. She couldn't believe that John could ever do this to her, especially after telling her daily how much he loved her. Once she got a hold of herself and washed her tear-stained face, Abby sat determinedly in her living room watching the time on her VCR slowly creep ahead minute by minute. Now she stood in her bedroom, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Either John gave it, or she would tell him the real truth, she doesn't live with cheaters.
"Abby?" his familiar voice called from the kitchen, "where are you?"
"In the bedroom," she replied stiffly, her hands clenching and unclenching the duvet beneath them.
Carter walked through the immaculate two bedroom apartment, a smile growing on his lips. He missed Abby while he was at work, they never saw each other much anymore with their varying shifts. He walked down the hall toward their bedroom, seeing her dark brown head turned away from him. "Good morning beautiful," he cooed wrapping his arms around her midsection. He was surprised when she stiffened and pushed away from his embrace.
She turned toward him and he gasped, her face was blotchy and her eyes bloodshot. Immediately he felt his stomach drop, she knew. "Honey, what's the matter? You look awful."
Abby scoffed, "You bastard, you know damn well what is the matter." Abby's voice raised a pitch. "How could you do this to me? How could you sleep beside me every night, holding me, making love to me all the while you are screwing her?" Abby pushed off her bed and began pacing around the room, the white carpet sinking between her bare toes.
Carter's face paled and he swallowed, his mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara Desert. "Abby, what are you talking about?" He knew he was caught, but still attempted the innocent boy persona, hoping to knock her off his scent.
"Oh don't give me that Carter. I've talked to her." Abby practically snarled at him as she threw his packed suitcase at him.
He ducked and picked up the leather carry-case off the floor. "Abby I'm sorry, I just didn't feel like I was getting what I needed out of this relationship."
Abby laughed mockingly. "Yeah and I was just an easy screw right? You know, when you felt tired or alone, hell lets go to Abby's, she's easy!" Abby was becoming angrier by the second. "Well I'm sorry Carter. I'm sorry I can't be the perfect woman for you. And I'm sorry you couldn't come to me to discuss a problem you had in the relationship but most of all, I'm sorry that I can' play along with your perfect little set-up you've created. I want you out and I want you out now. Goodbye John Carter, I never want to see you again!"
Abby pushed past Carter in the doorway, and opened the front door. "Get out."
Carter, who had also been becoming angrier and angrier through Abby's tirade, became red in the face. "What the hell did you expect me to do, huh? You don't love me and I sure as hell don't love you. All you do is bitch and complain about your life, ooh poor me, poor Abby with her fucked up family. Give me a break, we all have problems!"
Abby stared at him. "Carter, I know that I am frequently depressed and worried about my family, but who are you to say that that is wrong? I care so much about them, Eric and Maggie, that I lay awake sometimes at night, trying to calm myself by thinking that they are ok, that they are safe. The downer is, I know they aren't. Maggie is holding her own, and taking her meds, but I'm so worried about Eric. He is my baby brother and I care so deeply for him." Abby's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of her brother afraid and angry her boyfriend couldn't understand her worry.
She took a deep breath, "Nothing I've done excuses you from cheating on me. I want you gone, and never come back."
"Fine by me, I could never live with you for the rest of my life. No wonder Richard found some hot little woman to fill his needs while married to you. We should take therapy lessons together. The "Abby Wyzenski Victim's Club" get her away from you as fast as you can." With that, Carter started looking for his favourite Bulls T-shirt. Upon finding it all wrinkled on the floor, he shoved it into his suitcase and rushed to the front door. Just before leaving he shot back to Abby who was standing in the doorframe of her bedroom, "I can't believe I wasted an entire year on this god-awful relationship! No wonder I had to look elsewhere!"