Chapter 19: Nightmare
A week later, Abigail jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes flying open, her breath ragged as her fingers clawed at the soaked sheets beneath her.
The cold water that had been poured on her dripped down her face, snapping her back to the present, out of the violent grip of her nightmare.
Genevieve stood over her, an empty bowl in her hand, smirking down at Abigail as though she had done her a favor. Her expression was one of disgust, her lips curling in a cruel, satisfied smile.
"You're such a mess," Genevieve sneered, her voice sharp in the early morning silence. "Can't even wake up properly without throwing yourself around like some kind of lunatic. How pathetic."
Abigail blinked, disoriented, her body still trembling from the nightmare. The room was bright and real, yet the images from her dream clung to her mind like stubborn shadows.
"Get up," Genevieve ordered, tossing the empty bowl onto Abigail's nightstand with a clatter.
"I have decided that I can't lie around here doing nothing simply because you were foolish enough to get knocked up. I'm returning to school, but I need you to first complete all the assignments and whatever else needs to be submitted. I'll take them back with me, and I'll just email you my assignments so you can get them done," Genevieve said, but Abigail wasn't listening.
Her thoughts were still scattered and centered on her confusing dream, and her heart was yet to settle.
"Are you listening to me?" Genevieve barked when Abigail didn't stand up or pay her mind.
Abigail turned to her, her irritation flashing in her eyes before she could mask it. Genevieve gasped in disbelief when she caught it.
"Did you just glare at me? How dare you look at me that way, you worthless mute? You must think you're something now simply because you're pregnant, and he let you keep it," Genevieve said, eyeing her with anger.