Chapter 43: I Want To Stay
Abigail's POV
I was wrapped in a layer of a borrowed t-shirt from Elle and a heavy blanket while I sat on her couch.
She ordered us a pizza with bell peppers, onions, spinach, and olives.
I was sitting knee-to-knee with her, scarfing down pizza, and watching the cooking channel again. Duchess was snoring behind us. Casper squeezed onto the arm of the couch with his paws stretched out to dangle off its side.
“This is so good,” I said, “If we even have pizza at home, Momma never gets any toppings.”
“She’s always a buzzkill,” Elle mumbled with her mouth full and rolled her eyes.
I chuckled. “Abigail,” I wagged my finger and mimicked her. “What are you eating? That smells atrocious!”
We laughed in unison, but my smile faded when I glanced at her clock. The digital green glow read 10 p.m.
“What’s wrong?” Elle asked.
I sighed. “I don’t want to go home to that.”
“So don’t,” she shrugged.