#captorbound

The odour that echoes of many dogs scampering around Will’s house is dominant, as Abigail sits down--their stray hairs dispersed in every inch of spare space.

She doesn't mind the mess and smell so much though, as she sought a confidant, to talk about the horrific nightmares she was undergoing.

The voices--her dad’s and his victims--were deafening, unbearably cluttering her mind in her dreams. Every day, I wake up and hear my dad’s voice.

Nick Boyle, even he was in her dreams, but she felt no GUILT in killing him. Shock initially, yes, but also then a sense of feeling good and justice.

Her blue eyes flicker in distress, as she confesses about the voices, divulges the reason for seeking out Will’s company. She notes his rapid reaction to her flinching, and wonders how he perceived her at this very moment.

Abigail glances down and notices what Will said was indeed true. She just barely registers the furry tail weakly wagging beneath her, hears Harold’s soft whine of complaint. Letting out a delirious half-formed apology (for both Harold and Will), she shifts slightly so as to no longer be sitting on his tail.

Her mind was partly clouded---an intoxicated mask cloaking her immediate senses, sure to give her a hangover in the morning.

At Will’s next words, she glances at the bed encased it was in soft looking pillows and blankets, by the fire. She thought it looked a better bed than the one in the psychiatric facility, wouldn't give her such horrific nightmares. There is relief also, upon hearing about the water and aspirin; that would surely lessen the severity of the hangover.

It was now a little easier to speak to him, she had slowly started to build some form of trust towards him. He had told her that she could learn to live with the voices---the voices of her father---had supported and understood her in his own way, last she was here. She wasn't ready to divulge everything to him yet, but it was a start, nonetheless.

“...Thanks.”

And she is relieved that her words are more properly formed this time, sounds legible to her. Hopefully, it would sound the same to Will, and not some indecipherable, incoherent nonsense.