Resolve

Turns out that I'm writing more journals than Abbi lately. It's weird. And kinda sad. She's usually so good with them. But I did say I'd be writing again when I started classes. I'm great at writing journals during lecture. I'm such a great student.

So Thursday after work I drove to Abbi's house. Abbi told me her mom went grocery shopping before I showed up, which is fine by me. I got to eat chili for dinner and we got to start an episode of Criminal Minds before Abbi's mom showed up again. To say she was not happy with my presence is an understatement. She called Abbi out of her room and told her that she did not ask if I could come over, it was a school night (it was eight or eight thirty at the time), and blah blah. I should have gone out and interjected. I feel like an ass for not. Because when Abbi came back into her room, she made the very good point that last year she didn't have a problem with me staying until ... even eleven o'clock.

Despite it being early in relation to last year, I headed home at nine. I still had to take care of the rabbits for the day and I thought it better to leave earlier rather than later.

When I got home, I went straight to the rabbits. First thing I noticed was that Monsoon was not there. I immediately panicked. Soon isn't my rabbit. Her and Isis are the most expensive rabbits at $40 in the rabbitry, but Soon has personal potential. She is the only rabbit with a leg in the entire rabbitry. Isis is simply a brood doe. Her showing days are over. They have been for a long time.

As I took care of the other rabbits, I locked Cashmere up into his cage and noticed Soon hanging out between the island of trees and the pens. She was obviously scared.

Knowing I couldn't get her back on my own, especially in the thick of the night, I went inside and recruited Mom and Joe to help catch her. Letting fat Cashmere out day and night is one thing. Allowing Soon free roam of outside the pen is a completely different thing.

Getting Soony back wasn't too much of a problem. We flushed her out around the pens to the front of the rabbit pen, briefly cornered her through the "sand pile" until she squeezed back into the rabbit pen. We briefly lost her again as we filed in through the door. Mom quickly spotted her around her cage. From there, Joe and I cornered her between the food bin, the stacked 24x24 cages, the chicken wire between the rabbit and turkey pens, and myself. As scared as Soon was, she didn't put up much of a struggle once I held her in my arms.

The immediately relief I felt should be pathetic. I tripled checked her hook and eye lock and thanked Mom and Joe all the way back to the house.

I don't think I did much before I had to cover for Jake on Friday. I went in at five thinking I was driving, but that was soon thwarted. Ralph was on a phone, Wes was taking care of a customer, and the other three lines were on hold. As soon as I clocked in, I started taking care of the phones. Ralph got through the first round of four lines with me, but he had to work on pizzas during the second and third rounds. Jazmin walked in and helped tackle the rest of the lines with me. After the third round, the phones settled down and Wes told me I was cut table. Oh. Unfortunate surprise.

The night really wasn't that bad. Football had a bunch of pizzas cut into six throughout the night (and I was forced to use the template). I misboxed a pizza once but caught my mistake within a minute. Ralph, Wes, and Kayla made three extra pizzas during the extra long rush which threw me off for a bit, but nothing bad really happened. Kevin somehow stayed, like, twenty bread sticks ahead throughout the night. He ended up making about six or so extra bags by the end of the rush. Poor Jazmin had to make up for the extras he made, but at least customers weren't waiting on them.

My prep for the night was to scrape trays for Nate. Good golly were there a lot of trays. When I finished scraping them, Nate was still on a delivery so I started washing them to boot. I only got a few done when Wes told me that he only asked me to scrape them. So? I know how much Wes and Nate dislike silver trays, though I only cared about Nate in this decision, and I don't mind them. Halfway through the trays. Sterphy decided to give me a hand. I cleaned the trays he handed me. Almost like Matt and Abbi, but I was more thorough in my cleaning with Wes around.

Nate came back six trays from finishing. His smile said it all. He gave Sterphy a high-five, me a high-five, and later gave me another high-five.

I counted my money from the one run I took to Horseshoe Bend, and I clocked.

The plan was for me to pick Abbi up from the high school after the football game, drive her home, and convince her mom to let her stay over at my house. I guess we're changing our Saturdays from over the summer to Fridays. I have work on Sundays - early shift.

As I waited for her to show up, I tried switching out the CDs in my car, but only had one ejected when my car decided to not cooperate. It wouldn't eject CDs or read them. Later it told me the five CDs it still had didn't exist. So I listened to the radio.

When Abbi finally did show up and slowly switch out of her (sexy) marching uniform, we congregated briefly to cement our plans. She started up her car ... and Zip wouldn't start up. I ended up calling my dad to the high school to help. Then, once Zip started and my dad left, Vander's engine wouldn't turn over. Instead of jumping the car, I just took Abbi to my place and we told her mom her car broke again and I wasn't bringing her home.

Saturday Abbi's sickness took over. I got her sick, too. I tell you, I'm not letting her near me when I'm sick anymore.

I made her CoCoWheats for lunchtime breakfast. We watched ... I dunno. Did we watch anything? But come time to go to work, she vehemently rejected and took a shower instead. All afternoon she tried to get someone to work for her, but no one did. Instead of calling Wes and telling him she couldn't go in, she just didn't. Wes called eleven after five, Abbi ignored the phone, and Wes left a message. At seven, Matt called me and asked if Abbi was with me. I have no idea why, but I lied to him. I told him I hadn't seen her all day. I still can't get over that.

That night, Abbi and her mom fought via text as to whether or not Abbi could keep from moving and not go home. Abbi eventually won. We did take care of Vander and got him to my house, but that's the extent of our effort. Vander broke my jumper cables. I made breakfast for dinner for us, since my family was gone, and then we tried watching Olympus has Fallen. We didn't like it.

We went to bed early. I woke up and went to work early. With Daysie. Jamie didn't have a problem with Daysie being there ... once she finally showed up. I clocked in on time and started letting the dogs out by the time she found me. Not long after breakfast, she told me she needed to go back home for her boyfriend.

That's kind of how the day went. It was just me and Jamie and the dogs all day. We worked rather independently all day.

Besides the main kennel work, Jamie and I thoroughly cleaned the drains. My one gag-inducing trigger wasn't even a problem. Hair. Wet hair. I can't stand it. But I didn't have a problem with the hair-clogged drain.

Jamie informed me around eleven that I got a two hour break for the day, so long as I didn't take it between two and three - the only hour owners could pick up their animals on Sunday. Since I forgot food, I went and got food.

I like this place. It's lazy like me.

I also got paid. I'm getting exactly the same I did at Classic per hour for better work.

Wes called me in the one hour my phone was dead. He told me Jake quit (guess he got fired though) and he asked if I'd like to cover for him Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I called him back as my phone charged in the office and told him I could Friday and Saturday.

Once I was out of the kennel, Daysie and I made our way to Jake's house. I found it easily enough. I knocked on the side door, leaving my car running, and Jake's dad let me in. Jake was just putting together his dinner. So I sat around in wait as he took his time eating. Besides my car running, I didn't mind.

Eventually, we went down to the barn to change Zip's oil. Jake didn't have a problem draining the oil, but it took him forever to find the oil filter. He tried looking up where it would be on his phone, but that didn't help him at all. And me - I was simply a worthless female standing around like a helpless git. When he finally did find the oil filter, he couldn't get it out. Jake got so angry. I felt bad.

About quarter after nine, I finally left Jake's house. I wanted to hang out at Classic and help Abbi with her bread sticks before she left, but that didn't happen. Poor girl was having a shitty day and Wes wasn't letting her live Saturday down, sick or not. I also tried intercepting her before she made it home, but I was a minute too late.

I went to bed early that night. Woke up fifteen minutes earlier to make it to Calc on time. Ended up getting there fifteen minutes early and the professor was late. No traffic when I left.

Calc was easy as shit. I got out fifteen minutes early (what's up with all these fifteen minute intervals?), but instead of going straight home I went to Michael's and spent the last of the gift card money I got at Christmas. Got a Christmas idea for Joe.

I also picked up an orange flower for Abbi, and some chocolate. She texted me and told me that she wasn't feeling well, yet she wouldn't let me drop off medicine and chocolate for her. So, after school, she came over to my house before band practice and I gave everything to her then.

Abbi's mom texted her and told her to go home because Tyler had made her dinner for before band, but when Abbi told her that she was already at my house, her mom blew up. Apparently Abbi's not allowed over at my house at all unless she asks now. Now this is getting pathetic. We take better care of Abbi than Abbi's mom takes care of Abbi. My mom and dad accept her like she belongs here and Joe said she's basically his sister. Must be weird having two sister Abbees. But this ... this was the line. I draw a line here. Because now she lied blatantly and I will not accept that.

Which means that not only have I lied to Matt, but I'm going to put a bold-faced lie right in Abbi-mom-Andrea's face.

I told Abbi I was writing her a letter - one that I said I would write quite a while ago - but this one I'm actually going to give to her. Abbi told me not to do it and that it's a bad idea, but that's what last journal was. That's the letter. I'm giving it to her because I'm fucking sick of this shit and I'm going to do something about it.

Abbi still ate dinner with us, but had to leave soon after to get to band practice. Which I was then left to my own devices. Which meant slowly working on the physics lab because it was due. And when I say slowly, I mean slowly. It did get done, though.

And I still had time to spare. So I watched Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes until the Internet stopped playing a video.

Before she left, however, I told Abbi that if her mom laid a finger on her, that Abbi only had to text me one letter ... one number, and I would be over there and get her away from there. After she left, I started looking up how to emancipate her. It actually doesn't look as hard as I thought it would be. Because we have proof that her current house is dangerous and we can get her out of there with that. We can easily come up with a plan. That alone makes me feel a little better.

Damn fucking laptop won't work well today - takes five minutes to do something that will only take 30 seconds and now is no different - and I made my knuckle bleed. I don't think I've made myself bleed more than scraping my knuckles into a scab before.

It hurts.

But anyway. I'm not losing my Abbi. We're getting her out of that house one way or another. I'm not dealing with this bullshit anymore.