Escort Abigail

Yes, you’d better all leave. Krystal’s staying for another pint, but the other two are leaving. You decide to go as well.

Abigail’s walking home. Anissa’s heading back to the school to pick up her car. You decide to accompany Abigail.

“You’re worried about Spencer?” you ask her.

She nods. “It’s just. Before I married Derek, my ex, people told me he wasn’t right for me, and I just thought they were jealous. I didn’t see what others saw. Love makes you blind. Derek was always an asshole. I didn’t see it. And that wilful ignorance ruined my life. And I’m worried Spencer is making the same mistake.”

“And… I thought Chad was ok. Last year, he seemed reasonable, really charming. But this year. All this alpha male bullshit. And it’s just getting worse.”

“You know, I knew Chad at school.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“What was he like?”

“He was a bully. The main bully.”

“Does Spencer know that? Does Chad?”

“I don’t know. Chad doesn’t appear to recognise me, so I’m guessing he doesn’t. And I haven’t told Spencer. What would I tell her? But the Chad I saw in the pub was not that different from the Chad I remember. Every time I see him, I remember how he behaved back then.”

Abigail looks at you with a different gaze than usual, trying to ascertain what to say.

{if Cuck > 2}

“And you still stood up for Spencer?”

“Well, she’s a friend, and she hadn’t done anything wrong.”

Abigail’s smile is devastating.

{else}

“He was a bully. I never got that from him.”

“Maybe he’s improved. Maybe he’s just better at hiding it.”

{endif}

By now you’ve reached Abigail’s flat. She thanks you for escorting her and heads in.