part 6
After the call, Abigail thought help would come in minutes.
She had forgotten how long panic can stretch a hallway.
Patricia was the first one outside the bathroom door.
Her voice sounded eerily calm.
“If you open the door now, we can still fix this quietly.”
Abigail pressed one hand over her mouth to stop herself from making any sound.
On the other side of the door, Nicholas said, “Abby, please.”
That was what he called her when he wanted control to sound like tenderness.
She hated the name in that moment.
Then Gregory’s voice came.
“Break it.”
Abigail stepped backward.
There was a small frosted window above the bathtub, but it was too narrow.
The phone shook in her hand.
Rachel had said only four words before hanging up.
I’m coming right now.
Those words were a lifeline.
Then the bathroom lock jerked.
Once.
Twice.
Hard enough to rattle the frame.
Abigail backed into the sink.
“Go away!”
Nicholas’s voice changed.
“You embarrassed me.”
Patricia added, “You are embarrassing all of us.”
The third hit cracked the lock plate loose.
Abigail did the only thing she could think of.
She shoved the hamper against the door and climbed onto the bathtub edge, trying to reach the window latch.
The door burst inward.
The hamper toppled.
Gregory came through first.
Nicholas right behind him.
Patricia last, still composed, still issuing orders like a board chair at a tense meeting.
“Hold her.”
Abigail swung wildly.
Her heel caught Gregory in the thigh.
Nicholas grabbed her waist.
She screamed.
Patricia hissed, “Stop acting like an animal.”
Abigail clawed at Nicholas’s arm and nearly broke free again.
That was when Gregory shoved her.
She went down hard against the tile and hit the side of the tub.
Nicholas cursed.
Patricia looked at the blood on Abigail’s lip and said the coldest thing her daughter ever repeated to Rachel.
“Now she looks dramatic enough to lie.”
Abigail tried to crawl.
Nicholas yanked her upright.
The folder had somehow followed them.
Gregory thrust the papers into her lap.
“Sign.”
She spat blood and said no.
Nicholas slapped the papers away and grabbed both her shoulders.
“For once in your life, stop acting like a Gardner and act like my wife.”
Abigail answered with the only strength she had left.
She drove her knee upward.
Not clean.
Not graceful.
Enough.
Nicholas stumbled.
Gregory cursed.
Abigail ran barefoot down the back stairs, through the kitchen, and out into the driveway.
One of the housemaids saw her.
That mattered later.
At the time, Abigail only saw headlights.
She waved down a passing delivery van and begged the driver to take her to the hospital.
By the time Rachel arrived, Abigail had already been admitted.
By the time the Fergusons reached the corridor, they had already decided on their lie.
She fell.
She was unstable.
She panicked.
But the doctor had seen the bruises.
And now Rachel had heard the truth in full.
When she rose from the chair by the gurney, she no longer looked like a grieving mother.
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Read the full story 👉 Rachel now knows exactly how the Fergusons attacked Abigail, but the next twist comes from the one witness they never noticed in the kitchen doorway.
