Chapter 1

Let me start by saying that my name is Abby. It’s not short for Abigail or anything else. It literally says Abby May Stilinsky on my birth certificate. As a teen, I was tall for my age.

Here are some questions I used to be asked growing up. As well as the answers. Why are you so skinny, do your parents starve you so you can play sports? I’m naturally skinny. My parents made sure I had a very healthy appetite, and even my doctors agreed. Why do you play so many sports? Do your parents force you to do it so they can indirectly live through you? You need to have fun. My parents never pushed me into playing sports. They even tried to encourage me to play sports a little less often. At the time I found that stuff thrilling. And here’s one that usually only guys would ask me. Do the carpets match the drapes? Truthfully, no they don’t. I have light black hair on my head and blonde down below. That’s how it was back then. Now my pubic hair is almost pure white. It kind of weirds me out.

When I played sports I had a nice-sized chest that was comfortable to maneuver with. If I could still play sports now I’d have a bit of a problem there. Shortly after I turned 15 I was in a serious car accident that very nearly cost me my life. Then when I was 16 my breasts seemed to start expanding like crazy.

Things began around the time I was 15. My then-boyfriend and I were about to start a game with our high school basketball team. Yes, I’m a girl and I’m on the boy’s basketball team. I loved sports so much and basketball was the one sport my school didn’t have a girl’s team for.

We had just pulled apart from a quick and gentle kiss and then we held hands, I told, “Your Mom is glaring daggers at me.”

Alex looked into the stands, “She’s probably still mad that you’re on the team. She doesn’t believe in boys and girls being on the same sports team.”

I laughed, “If only that were it. She’s never liked me. It only gets worse each time she catches us making out.”

He shrugged, “You’re probably right. I don’t know why she doesn’t like you. Maybe it also has to do with the fact that your Mom is not only dating her brother but that they’re engaged too.” I gently elbowed him in his side, and he sighed. “You’re amazing. I just wish you and your parents weren’t moving away at the end of the season.”

I looked around and whispered to him, “If we win the game tonight I’ll finally agree to sleep with you. Unprotected too.”

The look on his face was priceless. I wish I had a camera. Now that I think about it. Maybe I should have waited to tell him that until after the game. We were both very distracted after that. Near the end of the game, we were tied with the other team. Alex and I were both distracted by what I had said. It caused us to get careless. At least that’s how it was for me. We both bumped into one another and I fell down and slid into the stands. I ended up breaking my arm and I was sure my leg was broken too. My Dad ended up driving me to the hospital. At the time he had a fear of Ambulances. The thing is though, we did get to the hospital but not the way we expected. We got into that car accident that I mentioned before. Some drunk kid ran a red light and hit our car. I woke up sometime later in the hospital.

I woke up and suddenly I’m greeted by my Mom crying, “Oh thank God you’re finally awake. How are you feeling sweetheart?”

It took her hand squeezing mine to register that she was talking to me.

It took a few tries to say, “Kind of groggy. Things are fuzzy. In more ways than one. I can’t remember much about getting here and my eyes.” I wanted to rub my eyes but I couldn’t move.

“You were in a terrible accident. What’s the last thing you do remember?” Mom asked.

“I remember the accident, at least part of it. I also remember a guy crawling through the car as it was upside down to get to us. I think I passed out as I reached for him. Then I was outside, the paramedics were saying that Dad was the lucky one.” I felt really worried then added, “Oh God, what did they mean? What happened? Is Dad okay?”

She straightened up and said, “I’m surprised you’re able to remember all that so soon after waking up.” She was silent for a moment. I wanted to yell. “Your father is fine. I mean he will be fine. He bumped his head and got a couple of broken bones, a lot of scratches, and bruises. They’re healing up nicely though. He’s been out of the hospital for a while now. But you. You uh, you got it worse. You were put into a medically induced coma ... for several months partially because of the internal damage.”

I wanted to accuse her of making a terrible joke but her silence and the look on her face told me she wasn’t.

I swallowed the best I could, “What else is there?”

I could tell she didn’t want to say, “One of your legs was broken. We’re not sure if it was from when you fell at the game or not. And the other ... the other one had to be amputated.” She started crying. “I am so sorry. This is all my fault. It was supposed to be my weekend to watch you but I wanted to go on a silly date in hopes to get laid.”

My parents divorced when I was 12. And they had split custody of me. That situation was one thing that made me glad I was an only child. It sucks and I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to go through it.

“Don’t do that Mom. Every time something bad happens you blame yourself. Who knows what could have happened if you had driven, maybe both of us could have died. I’ll always love you.” My heart monitor started racing then. Soon a nurse came in and gave me a sedative. I quickly felt it take effect, “Is Alex okay?”

I wasn’t sure if I had gotten that last question out or if it was my imagination. When I came too again I only saw my Dad. He was sitting in a chair reading a book.

“Dad?” I whispered.

His gaze shot from the book to me like a flash.

He made his way to me, took my hand in his, and said, “How’s my Abby May?”

“I’ve been better. But I’m a little confused. Were you reading that book upside-down?” I asked.

He laughed. Kissed my hand and said, “Okay, I wasn’t actually reading. There had been signs of your waking up and I didn’t want your first moments of seeing me being me watching you. Thought it’d be less creepy or worrisome that way.”

I was surprised at how much strength I was able to put into squeezing my Dad’s hand in gratitude. It seemed to me that it was stronger than it had been with my Mom.

“Thanks, Dad. From what Mom told me I had expected you to be in worse condition than you are in now. How are you doing?” I asked.

My Dad’s happiness fell and sat down next to me, “None of the broken bones I had were that serious. They were able to heal quickly. Besides, you were out for a long time. Speaking of Jean, she told me your vision was blurry. How is it now, any better?”

I looked around and blinked a few times, “It is actually. But it’s not as clear as I’d like. How long was I out for this last time?”

He stood up, got a drink, and sat back down before saying, “Just under 12 hours. But before that...” He was saying.

“Dad, we don’t have to talk about that now. I just want to know how everyone is doing. I want to know everything. How are you, Mom, and Alex? Why do you look so uneasy?” I said.

Dad scratched his head, “I’m doing fine. I still have a few pains and aches from time to time. That’s the good news. Your Mom is fine physically but is emotionally drained. She wasn’t doing too well after your accident but after she and her latest guy friend broke up she’s been a wreck. She’s even asked to stay with me for a while.”

“Uh-oh. Things must be crazy at home,” I said.

Dad chuckled, “Actually things are pretty good between us. When she’s around. She tries to put on a brave face but she can’t fool me. She’s actually cleaning up after herself and not making crazy demands. She’s even talking about getting you a dog to make up for how she believes she messed up. She says you’ve been asking for one for years.”

“Where does she plan on keeping a dog? Her apartment doesn’t allow dogs. She didn’t get kicked out did she?” I cried.

“No, she’s still in the apartment. I’ve actually talked to her landlord. He says Jean has turned things around and has become an exemplary tenant. She actually pays her rent on time, doesn’t parry all the time, and even cleans up. I was surprised,” Dad told me.

“She actually cleans up herself and doesn’t make anyone do it for her? She’s like a different person. I’m not complaining but that seems odd. I hope she’s okay,” I said with much concern.

“To be totally honest after she talked to you yesterday I can see another change in her. It’s as if some of the worry in her has left. I can see hope now that she’ll be fine. Thank you,” my Dad told me.

I was about to ask about Alex again when the doctor came in. As he was questioning me and running tests on me I could see that he was young and attractive. Which made my heart race in a much better way than it had when my Mom had been here. The heart monitor ratting me out only made things slightly embarrassing. The Doctor seemed pleased with my progress. But some things were still concerning. Things like how pain shot through my back as he examined me. Then the moment came when I got to see the remainder of my leg. I wanted to scream and cry at first. I may have made some kind of noise but the thought of my Dad being there and even what my Mom had been through brought a calmness to me. I found out later that I was going to need to stay at a facility and go through therapy, both mental and physical.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have mental therapy. So that’s not too bad. But the physical part, not too thrilled about that. Not if the pain is going to be like my back felt like when the Doctor was checking me over,” I told my Dad after the Doctor left.

“I know how you feel. When I was about your age I was in a motorcycle accident and had to have physical therapy too. That’s where I got the scar on my thigh. I know you can handle the therapy. You’re a lot stronger than I was at your age,” Dad kissed my forehead.

About one month into my therapy I got a visitor. At first, I was excited until I found out who it was going to be.

I was sitting in my wheelchair when the door opened and then closed and I heard an angry, “Who the hell do you think you are? I’m sorry you were in that accident and lost your freaking leg, but you need to stop harassing my son and asking him to come and visit you.”

“Mrs. West! What do you mean? I haven’t been harassing Alex. I’ve only asked him a handful of times,” I said.

“We’ll stop it. Leave him alone and never call or contact him again. He’s moved on from your fling. He has a serious girlfriend and they’re even having sex,” she said, tossing some pictures at me.

In the pictures was Alex with his arms around a cute girl with ginger hair. They were doing all sorts of activities together. I was about to argue that this could just be any regular friendship when I flipped to a picture of the two having sex and even of this girl sucking on his dick. I knew it was him because I was very familiar with his body, including his dick. While we’ve never had full-on intercourse I have given him a blowjob and he’s returned the favor many times.