ABBY, page 7
Checking the time on my phone, I notice a missed text from Jessy that says, I’m feeling much better. I got some anti-nausea bands and a real ginger supplement from Duane Reade. I knew there was something over the counter I could take. Now our little one and me are gonna get to bed. Good night, Latch.
This chick is a fucking piece of work. Is this what I’m going to have to deal with for the next nine months? Resting my head back, I close my eyes waiting for Abby, letting all the other noise disappear; soon I’ll have her in my arms and it’ll all be okay.
Then the doors open and I look to see George walk out with a frown on his face. “What’s the matter? Where’s Abby?”
“I’m sorry, Latch. She’s already been booked and has a hearing scheduled with the judge in the morning. They said the judge is going to have to review both documents and then make the decision regarding her release.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, man? She just called me and was here at the station.”
“I know. Then they booked her and since it’s the middle of the night now and both documents look authentic, it’s up to the judge.”
“Fuck that!” I shout, and my grandma touches my arm to try and calm me down, but it’s useless. “She’s not a fucking criminal,” I yell.
“I know she’s not, but this is what we’re dealing with. She’s gonna need an attorney to represent her. You don’t want her to get stuck with a court-appointed one.”
“Can you represent her?” I ask George.
“I wish I could, but I’m just an estate attorney.”
“I can call Veronica,” my grandma adds.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Is she a defense attorney?” George asks.
“Yes,” my grandma responds.
“If you could have her on Abby’s side by the morning, then I don’t see any reason why she’s not home tomorrow. Our document is the real one. We just need someone to prove that.”
Contemplating what to do, my options are slim. I don’t know any attorneys except for Veronica, who I unfortunately used to fuck, which means Abby will want nothing to do with her, but right now, my past can’t impede my decision making. I have to let all that go. “Do you really think Veronica can get her released?”
“It should be a straight forward matter,” George says.
“Then couldn’t a court appointed attorney handle it?”
“I wouldn’t risk it, Latch.”
And I wont. I only hope Abby can let go of any grudge against Veronica too. Looking my grandma in the eye, I tell her, “Call Veronica.”
The noise in here is so loud that my ears hurt. I didn’t sleep for shit and my body is sore after being forced to lie on the cardboard mattress. Looking around at all the women from all walks of life, I can’t believe that I am in the same boat they are. Locked behind a door—
“McEllrath!” a guard shouts and I pause my ruminations hearing my own name, surprised, and then dart across the room. I stop at the door and she says, “Hands in front of you.” I give her both of my wrists, which she cuffs, and then we proceed down the hall.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Your attorney’s here before court.”
She opens the door to a tiny square room with just a metal table and two chairs in it, and I sit down, waiting. Nervously, I strum my fingers, imagining having to go to court today. What if the judge doesn’t agree with me and…but I stop the thought dead in its tracks. That won’t happen. Then the other door in the room opens and in walks a tall, skinny, gorgeous woman. “Hello Abby, I’m Veronica Taylor, I’ll be representing you.” She takes a seat and the moment her name registers in my brain, bile rises to the back of my throat as visions of her and Latch race through my head. I shake my head as she is digging through her briefcase.
“Absolutely not!” I growl and she blinks a few times sitting across from me, stunned. Folding her hands on the table she asks me, “I’m sorry, is there a problem?”
“I know who you are and that you used to fuck Latch. Get out…now!” I scream like a fucking psycho, having to face yet another one of the gorgeous women he used to work with and it has my skin crawling. I can’t even call it “work.” These are women he fucked!
“Abby, I can assure you that Latch and I kept a very professional relationship, which ended many years ago.”
Standing up, I lean over the table, my hands shaking, cuffed to one another as I look into her gold-rimmed eyes and scoff, “Fuck you!”
“This is not a good idea.”
“Guard!” I shout, banging on the door I came in. Then it opens and I turn to the tramp, feeling the air come back to my lungs knowing I can get away from her. “I don’t care what you think is a good idea or not, I’ll represent myself.”
Sitting in what feels like the center of the courtroom, wearing an orange jumpsuit, with all eyes on me as I wait for the judge to give her verdict, is unsettling. My fate is in the hands of one woman. What if she finds me guilty and I’m convicted of assault? She could very easily do that, and then I’m not sure what I’ll do. She didn’t even ask me details about the assault, so I’m not sure how she’s going to fairly decide. I’ve never had to defend myself and the decision to represent myself is beginning to scare me. Should I have said more? Less? I really hope I didn’t fuck myself over.
Looking back at Latch and Maris, I can see they’re uneasy too. There is a clear line of pain etched across Latch’s face, which is the last thing I wanted to cause him. But when it comes to Darrell’s family, I can’t control myself. But it’s not just that. It’s the fact that I chose to represent myself, which I truly hope he understands. Reading through my notes again, written on a thin sheet of white paper, trying to reassure myself, I pray to God that this all goes my way.
With my hands placed neatly in my lap, I close my eyes. “All rise for the honorable Judge Ramirez,” the bailiff says.
I stand, my heart beating so hard inside my chest. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. “Please have a seat. Thank you. Mrs. McEllrath, I’ve had a chance to review both documents. The one your late husband’s mother and sister gave to authorities when you were arrested, and the other one, that was submitted this morning by George Herron, the estate attorney for Mr. McEllrath’s estate. Let me begin by saying how sincerely sorry I am for everything that you’ve been through. There are clear discrepancies between both documents that I believe a child could point out. But to be thorough, I spoke with the notary public and the estate attorney. Regardless of what happened on the day of the assault, Mr. McEllrath’s family was out of line and broke the law. The document that is authentic clearly states you as the sole beneficiary and executor of the Estate. I’m hereby dropping all charges and releasing you immediately.” A surge of relief crashes over me, I’m not sure how or why I got so damn lucky, but after everything I’ve been through lately, I needed a break. An officer removes my handcuffs and I rub my wrists then turn to Latch and Maris with tears in my eyes. “Thank you, your Honor.”
Waiting for Abby to come out, my stomach is churning. Even though the judge said she was released, I can’t help but worry she won’t be coming, and I’m so anxious, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve held her. I need her right now. Especially with how we last saw each other.
But that all ends the moment she comes walking out, and the second that she spots me, she runs and jumps into my arms. I hold her tighter than ever, kissing her neck as I bury my face into her sweet skin.
“Are you all right?” I ask, needing to know she’s okay.
“Yeah, you?” I nod, and my grandma hugs her, with a huge smile plastered across her face.
“I’m so sorry about the whole Veronica thing,” she says, right away taking the blame off me. “It was my idea. I thought she could help, please don’t be mad at Latch.”
“Can we just forget about all that for right now and get out of here?” Abby asks.
“Sure,” I say happily, “But you have a bit of an audience waiting for you.”
She looks outside at the bombardment of paparazzi all standing with their cameras ready to attack. “How do they always know where to find me?
“It’s their job. You want me to see if we can leave another way?”
“No, I just want to go!” With my arm wrapped tightly around her and my grandmother in tow, we head out.
“Abby! Abby!” they chant like they always do and we hurry to the car, which thankfully is parked right out front.
“How does it feel to be the executor and beneficiary of the estate for the man who killed your child?” Abby tenses in my hold and I rush her into the back of the car, slamming the door. My grandma is already in the driver’s seat, and as we pull away, Abby says, “I still can’t believe Darrell did that.”
“I know, it’s very disturbing.”
“Why do you think he did?”
“I’ve thought a lot about that. Either something happened with his family, or he wanted to protect his name after the accident, by leaving everything to you, regardless of what happened.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” she asks.
“I’m not sure. But that’s fucking tainted money. We don’t need any of it!” She looks out the window; I’m not sure how she feels about my comment. But all I can think about is our child and how he was never given the chance at life on earth and our lives will never be the same without him. All because he couldn’t handle losing Abby who he treated like shit and wanted nothing to do with. I think he just lost it because he couldn’t have his way.
Pulling up to our house, all is quiet…thank God there are no paparazzi waiting. “I’m gonna drop you two off and give you some time alone.”
“Thank you for everything,” I tell my grandma.
“Of course. Call me later. Abby, I’m so happy you’re home. Get some rest…I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“Thank you, Maris,” she says and kisses her cheek before exiting the car. Then we hurry inside of the apartment.
Once the door is closed behind us, I lock it and pull Abby into the tightest hug ever. Nuzzling her so hard it hurts. “Fuck, I missed you, baby. Please, don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I won’t. I missed you more,” she says clinging to me, and I look deep into her eyes.
“Are we okay?” I ask, needing reassurance.
“Yeah, we’re fine, Latch…always.” She wraps her arms around my neck and says, “I meant what I said. I think we both need to forget about the past. Even if it’s just for one day. I want to pretend none of it happened, don’t you?”
I couldn’t agree with her more. Weaving my fingers into the back of her hair, I kiss her lips, pouring so much love and absolution into it that I end up swooping her off her feet and taking her to our bedroom. But before I can lay her down, she asks me, “Can I shower first? I feel disgusting.”
“Only if I can join?” I raise my eyebrows and she nods her head, giving me that look, the one I fell in love with. And it takes me back to the beginning when things were so much simpler, and I let go of all the shit of the past, like she asked me to, and only focus on us…in this moment. Right here and right now. With her still in my arms, I carry her to the bathroom and start the shower, her lips on my neck, as she drenches it with tiny kisses. I can’t bear to set her down. Carrying her perfect body under the cold water, she laughs, flinging her head back. “What are you doing?” she yelps.
“Showering!” I set her on her feet, pulling her wet t-shirt above her head and then unclip her bra, letting her perfect tits free, attacking what is rightfully mine. She moans, holding my mouth over her nipple, and I enjoy this second, quite possibly more than I ever have any other moment with her. Wet, standing in the shower completely dressed, but all bullshit aside. We are together, moving forward, and I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure it always stays that way.
Putting every ounce of passion into my hands, I unbutton her pants and work my way inside, moving my fingers side to side over her clit. She reaches down to remove her jeans and then laughs.
“What?” I ask pulling away from her tit, so engrossed that I don’t know what’s so funny. She points down at her pants that are barely over her ass and says, “They’re stuck.”
I try and help her, tugging on the wet fabric. She’s right – they are stuck on her apple ass; laughing with her, she’s so cute in this moment, I blink a few times then ask, “Should I get the scissors?”
She swats me and tries again to push them down. It’s fuckin’ funny to watch and I can’t help laughing. “Do something! Don’t just stand there and laugh at me!”
Turning the water off, I kneel behind her and work them over her ass. Nipping each cheek every so often. She doesn’t give me any attention as she keeps moving the front, and inch by inch, we slowly get them off. Then I toss the soggy jeans out on the tile floor and look at mine. She unzips them and yanks my cock out. I’m hard as a rock, needing to just be inside her, pumping her pussy…it’s been too long.
I hold her hair back as she strokes me, kissing the end of my shaft, and I urge her on, waiting for her to take me deep in her throat. The moment she does, my ass tightens, loving what she’s doing, the way she works my cock with her hand and mouth in sequence makes my dick throb.
Her sexy lips are wide, and her nipples are so hard. Then she stops and I work my jeans all the way off, thankful they are baggy, as they don’t put up the fight hers did. Once we are both completely naked, I turn the water back on and she grabs the loofah to clean her body, but I take it from her. “Let me do that, baby.”
She watches my hand as I run it over her collarbone and the scar from the spot of her surgery. It pains me that this will always be a reminder of the accident. Making large circles, I clean her tits and stomach, gently, brushing it over the line of her C-section and the spot where our son was taken. This scar hurts the most and I drop to my knees, kissing the line gently as the water pelts my back. She knots her fingers into my hair and holds my head there for a moment, looking down at me with tears in my eyes, she says, “Don’t cry, baby. Just one day, without the past, is all I want.”
Nodding in agreement, we both need it, and as much as it hurts to swallow away the tears, I do. Turning her around, I clean her legs and ass, drooling over her body, dying to be inside of her as I touch between her ass cheeks. Then I stand and swiftly do her back, dropping the loofah as soon as I’m done and sink two fingers into her. Her eyes widen and she drops her head back. Holding on to me, moaning, coaxing me on by moving her hips forward and back. The water rinses her body clean and then I turn it off, needing more than the hot water we have to take care of her.
Wrapping her in a plush towel, she whispers, “Thank you.” And I walk her to the sink, where she grabs her toothbrush and begins to use it. The towel slips a little and I tear it all the way off her. Her sexy body drives me fucking wild, and I can’t help myself. Gripping both ass cheeks and spreading them wide, I salivate over her delectable cunt. Not able to wait another second, she gasps when I touch her with the tip of my shaft and slowly ease my way inside her, watching how she swallows up every inch of my cock, like my body was made for hers. Blending together to create the perfect masterpiece. Holding on to her hips, I start to move. She looks at me in the mirror, her wet hair dripping over one shoulder, as she finishes brushing her teeth. Not able to hold a stare, I am drawn to the point where our bodies are connected. Her thigh still has a tiny bit of yellow bruising that catches my eye, and I’m reminded of just how lucky I am that she is alive.
“Fuck, baby,” she moans and grabs the sides of the sink, her pussy locking me down with a fierce grip, causing my whole body to tense. I haven’t come in what feels like forever and I know it will be the strongest ever.
Fighting the urge, I think of anything except for what I am doing to her. Pushing away the need to let go, I just need to relish in my favorite pleasure. All I want to do is stay in this moment as long as I can, enjoying this time with her. Savoring her body and her noises. Our skin slaps together as I thrust in and out of her, filling the room, and she bucks underneath me pushing back at me, screaming, going to her happy place. Fuck, she is so gorgeous. And as I watch her come for as long as I can, she pulls me right along with her.
My fingers dig into her ass, slamming her. I love watching her slip away lost in her orgasm. Weaving my other hand into her hair, holding her right where I need her. I give her full strokes. Gritting my teeth and tightening my ass, as I push as hard as I can, releasing for what feels like the longest in my life.
Nuzzled under the covers of our comfy bed with an array of Chinese takeout containers surrounding us, Latch and I are exhausted from a day’s worth of fucking. He swaps me his food and as soon as I dig into his cashew chicken, my palate comes to life. “Oh my God, this is delicious,” I tell him leaning my head further into the plush pillow.
In the distance, my phone rings and Latch gets off the bed to grab it. “Leave it,” I tell him through a mouthful of food.
“You sure?”
“Yes, babe.” It’s already hard enough to silence the noise inside my head. But I’m forcing myself. I need this day. We’ve been through so much and haven’t had one single break, plus going forward, there’s still so much ahead. I’m going to stay in this moment and leave that all for another day. Right now, I’m silencing all the bullshit and only focusing on Latch and I.
“Even though we’re not talking about the past, I wonder…” I glare at him and he puts his hands up, “Okay, it can wait.”
Swapping food with him again, I know I’m being a bit ridiculous. If he wants to talk about something, I should let him. I want to know everything that he has to say. “I’m sorry, I just have this vision in my mind of this perfect day today, where all of our worries are gone and we avoid the past. But…” Tears gloss over my eyes.
