She's not yours to take..

I paid the cab driver, dragging myself out of the cab and shutting the door, I walked up to the front door and was told that Jules didn't want guests, but I told him I was here for my cousin and he called up to Jules, who said he'd see me. I thanked the man, took the elevator up and went straight to Jules place. I knocked roughly, the door swung open in an instant and Jules was only half dressed.

I narrowed my eyes in on him, looking behind him. "Can I help you Abigail?" I took in a deep breath. "Yes, you can let my cousin go and stop whatever stupid game you've started!" He shook his head, stepping aside. "Come on in." I hesitated, his smile making my insides run cold, but I stepped inside anyways. "Bianca!" I called, coming inside and glancing around.

"Where is she?" He tugged his shirt on. "She's not here," He said softly, starting to button his shirt up. "Bullshit!" I walked down to the bedroom, pushing the door open and she wasn't there. I checked every room and sure enough she wasn't here. I turned back to Jules, my eyes red with anger. "Where in the hell is she!"

I had sent an unconscious Isabella in a town car to the airport with my assistant, knowing she was okay because a doctor told me she was and went back to our place to get our things packed up for our vacation to Hawaii. I knew I'd have to come back in a few days for Dante's hearing, as well as my coaching duties, but for now I was taking a private jet out of town and getting the woman I love far away from all of these people who weren't good for her recovery.

However half way through my packing I got a call on my speaker phone about Abigail being at the doors. I decided to let her up and shut the second suitcase I had packed with mine and Bianca's stuff and went to get dressed. There was a rough knock at the door and I went to answer the door. Abby waltzed in, searching my place before demanding again to know where her cousin was. "I don't think that's really your business." I said, sliding a tie over my neck. "She's a grown woman. She doesn't have to answer to you and neither do I. I already took care of the guys. Don't make me take care of you too, Abigail."

She stepped back. "Are you threatening me?" I shook my head. "Of course not. I'm just simply telling you not to force me to take care of another problem. Bianca's leaving because she wants too. Stop forcing her to be what you want her to be. Mind your business." Her lips thinned and she lifted her chin at me, as if she was trying to find courage. "She is my business! She's my family! You haven't been anything to her in months!"

He turned away from me, walking back toward his bedroom. "Abigail, I'm not discussing my or Bianca's business with anyone." He never called her Bianca... and yet now he was... as if he was patronizing me. I followed after him, my fingers curled hard in my hands. "Why are you doing this? What did you tell her? What lies did you spew to scare her enough to run off with YOU of all people!" He turned to me, stopping in the doorway of his room.

"I think it's best you leave. Now." His voice sent a shiver up my spine. I had never been afraid of Julius... but for some reason, he seemed different, colder. "No." He sighed heavily, grabbing my arm, tugging me forward, pinning me against the door of his room. "I don't want to have to throw you out myself. Don't make me." I shifted slightly against the door. "Please, Jules, you have to know how wrong this is! How much she'll hate you if she remembers!" He smiled smugly at me, letting my arm go but not stepping back from me. "She already remembers, Abigail. She remembers and wants nothing to do with Dante. She's turned her back on all of you. On her child. She's not letting the past hurt her anymore. She doesn't even want anything to do with you. Does that make you feel better? Now leave." He stepped back. "Go on." I didn't budge. "You're lying!"

"I'm not lying. And since you aren't getting out I'll get you out myself." I muttered under my breath. I walked over toward my living room, knocking over my lamp. "Stop that, Abigail!" I hollered. I was going to destroy my place and blame it on her. I picked up a marble paper weight and tossed it at my tv, smashing the screen. "God damn it, Abigail!!! Stop it!" I screamed, smirking at her as she shook in the hallway in fear.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and slammed them in the couch, sliding it forward and cutting my couch cushions, sending the feathers all over the place. I tossed the scissors aside, kicking over the coffee table before sliding my hands over the fire place and knocking over the pictures there. I walked to the kitchen, knocking more stuff over as I did. I grabbed a knife out of the knife rack, coming back to the living room. "Abigail! Put the fucking knife down! You're going to hurt yourself!" I grabbed her arm and tugged her forward, nearly pulling her over. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her back against my chest.

I grabbed her hand, she struggled as hard as she could but I was stronger. I placed the knife in her hand, and made her cut my arm, I screamed out in pain, letting her go as the knife fell to the floor, with her finger prints all over it. I stepped back, letting blood drip down my arm. I pulled my cell phone out. "I need the police.. now! A crazy woman just cut me! She's trying to cut me again! Please hurry! I don't want to hurt her! She's pregnant! Please! Hurry!" Abigail's eyes widen and she moved toward the door.

I stood there in shock the whole time, my mouth open nearly all the way. I didn't know what to do.. I couldn't move. He was losing his damn mind right in front of me. My heart flipped in my chest and when he came at me with a knife i went to scream but nothing came out. However instead of cutting me thank God, he cut himself. "Oh... God.. oh... God.." I backed up quickly, heading toward the door. He ran quickly, stopping in front of it. "You aren't going anywhere, Miss. Abigail." My eyes filled with tears, I clutched a hand to my stomach, looking down where the blood on my hands stained my shirt. "Oh, God.." I looked back at Jules. "Please don't do this! God, please! Let me go!" He smiled. "I gave you your chance to go and you didn't. You think they give pregnant chicks special treatment in the slammer?" I bit my lip, tears pooling in my eyes.

I felt the pounding against the door, smiled one last time at Abigail and pulled the door open in a hurry, holding my arm. "She's lost her damn mind! Her cousin doesn't want to see her and she went insane!" The cops pushed past me, walking over toward Abigail who was full out sobbing by now. "She's not healthy! She's just not right in the head! I didn't want to hurt her but I had to restrain her!" The cops grabbed Abigail's arm and she didn't move or make a sound. "Do you want to press charges." I nodded. "I do. She damaged my home and nearly killed me!" They read her her rights and Abigail never said a word. "We need to collect evidence." The officer said after Abigail had been taken out of the room in cuffs. "Sure, go ahead. I just need to hurry. My fiancee is on the way to an airport by herself and she's sick! I came here to get our stuff and Abigail showed up out of her mind!" He took my statement, told me to appear in court soon and released me to leave. Which I did in a hurry. I didn't even bother grabbing my stuff. I'd just buy us new things.