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Originally Posted by
Lily<33
haha I loved this part the best =)
Thanks, Ren
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so...I've been thinking...maybe you could write a sequel about Abigail when she's older

I could totally picture Charlie being the over protective dad
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Originally Posted by
z999993
Hehe I agree. A sequel would be nice...
Well, since you guys have said that, I've had a sort of idea... So, yes you will be getting a sequel. I don't know how long it would be and it's in Abigail's point of view. So, I'll probably post it once this is finished.
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Haha Emily that post was great. I'm glad they gave Abi the potion to make her forget everything.

As usual you did awesome, keep up the good work!
Thank you!
Here's the new post!
Christelle knocked lightly on the door, popping her head inside to see her mother eating jell-o, as if she were in a regular, old Muggle hospital.
“Hey,” Christelle mumbled as she pushed the door open slightly.
“Hey,” Janet echoed and Christelle sighed as she moved into the room and shut the door behind her.
“How are you feeling?” Christelle asked as she sat in the chair beside the bed.
“Better now,” Janet whispered.
“I heard you turned him in,” Christelle stated.
“I did,” she answered, though it wasn’t a question.
“Why didn’t you turn him in when he did it to me?” Christelle whispered.
“Honey, I—” Janet started.
“Don’t call me honey. I’m not your honey. I’ve never been your honey. You made that perfectly clear growing up, so don’t act otherwise.” Christelle was breathing heavily and her eyes were narrowed into furious slits.
“I was nothing to you, ever. I was always a reminder of the night that both of you saw as a mistake. A drunken night. So, you let him hit me. You let him do what he pleased with his little ‘rag-doll’. And then you let that masochistic, pathetic excuse of a man touch me. And you did nothing.” Christelle shouted the last of her speech at the woman as she paced, pausing every once in a while to send a glare her way.
“We didn’t know that Randy—” Janet interjected.
“That’s bull and you know it!” Christelle screamed.
“I told you! I told you what he did to me and you told me that I was seeking attention. I showed you the blood and bruises and cuts, and told me I did it to myself! That I made it up! I cried myself to sleep every damn night, and you laughed in my freaking face. So, don’t you dare sit here, and tell me that you didn’t know, because I know for damn sure that you did.”
“Do you know what your middle name means?” Janet asked quietly. At Christelle’s silence, she continued.
“Drusilla means ‘the strong one’. You’ve always been strong, Christy. Yesterday proved it. Your very life proves it. If I had said something, your father would have killed us both. So, I named you Christelle Drusilla, in the hope that it would give you strength.” “You thought,” Christelle seethed slowly,
“that by giving me a damn name that I would be strong enough to get through the abuse and the molestation? I was a child! I was a scared little girl!” Christelle yelled, tears forming in her eyes and her face bright red in anger and annoyance.
“Please! You have to know that I couldn’t do anything! If I did you’d be dead, and I probably would, too! I was trying to protect you!” Janet wailed.
“Protect me by hurting me?” Christelle asked incredulously.
“That’s idiotic logic.” “Maybe, but it was my logic. I’m sorry,” Janet said sincerely.
“So, where exactly do we go from here?” Christelle asked uncertainly, exhausted from her ranting. She collapsed back into the chair and stared at the Muggle woman.
“Well, I know this isn’t completely fixed, but I would like to be in your life now. And your children’s lives,” Janet whispered.
Christelle studied her for a moment before nodding dejectedly.
“But you’re not allowed to be alone with them, and have to respect my and Charlie’s wishes.” “Deal,” Janet grinned.
Christelle nodded slightly before standing.
“I need to go check on Abigail. I guess I’ll see you later,” Christelle mumbled.
Sooo, what do you think?
The next post is the last.