Things You Don't Understand | Closed.

Brian leaned against the door, biting his lip hard. "Abby, I'm sorry," he said. "I wasn't thinking right, you know I love you."

"No you don't," she called back. "You meant what you said I know you Brian."

"I was pissed at the lady, I didn't mean it!" Brian groaned. "I fucking just . . . I don't want to just tie you up and fuck you, Abigail. I fucking love you and I want to make love to you."

"I didn't want that Brian but you don't care," Abby replied. "Just like you didn't care when I said I didn't like the house or that I didn't want to move yet and look where we are now." She finished cutting open her left wrist and dropped the knife in the sink, climbing into the tub and laid down inside it.

Brian growled, slamming his fist against the door. "Fuck you, unappreciative bitch!" he hissed. "I've given you fucking everything and that's still not enough for you! Fuck you!" He kicked the door, packing up his things and leaving the hotel.

With her wrist still bleeding and eyes pitch black again Abby's body walked out of the bathroom, simply covered in a towel and grabbed Brian's arm before he could leave the hotel room completely. "One down three to go," she cackled before Abby's body dropped hard on the floor.

Brian called an ambulance before he left.

The ambulance arrived in barely enough time to save Abby, taking her to the hospital and giving her a blood transfusion.

The ambulance arrived in barely enough time to save Abby, taking her to the hospital and giving her a blood transfusion.

Brian drove to Matt and Val's home, walking to the door and knocking on it.

Val answered the door, frowning when she saw how upset Brian seemed. "What's wrong Bri?"

"I'm leaving Abby," Brian said.

Val frowned. "Why? What happened?"

"Nothing is good enough for her," Brian said.

"What makes you say that," Val asked.

"I can't do anything right," Brian muttered. "I wanted to make love to her and she threw a fucking fit because I wouldn't tie her up and fuck her. Because she thinks I ant to do that shit, but I don't. So she scratched the hell out of my back and told me to tie her up or she would continue to hurt me. And then she went into the bathroom and tried to kill herself, so I'm done."

Val frowned. "Are we still talking about Abby? That doesn't sound like her at all. If anything it almost sounds like a crazy or possessed woman."

Brian sighed softly. "It's a long story, but it's still Abby," he said.

"Maybe you guys just need couples counseling," Val suggested. "I mean if you didn't have kids I would tell you do what feels right but you have to think about Kay and Aiden too."

Brian sighed. "It's not like they wouldn't see her, I just can't deal with it anymore. She's been pressuring me ever since we moved into the house to just fuck her meaninglessly and I don't want to," he said.