«Abigail». Imagines & One Shots

Ian Hope. Girlfriend

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Т/И - your name (Y/N)
Т/Ф - your last name (Y/L/N)

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Imagine that you were Ian Hope's girlfriend and Abigail Foster's friend.

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Abigail broke into your house in the middle of the night. You jumped out of bed, feeling in your heart that trouble had happened.

"Ian... he..." the girl said, panting from running fast.

"Please catch your breath and tell me what happened," you asked, although your heart was already tap—dancing from anxiety.

"Ian was taken away by the Inspectors," Abigail blurted out, barely catching her breath, "they said he was infected."

Your breath caught in your throat. You went to the wall, leaned against it with your back and sat down, rolling down. The words of a friend sounded like a tocsin in your head.

Ian was taken away by Inspectors.

The Inspectors took him away.

He's infected.

Your Ian is infected...

It sounded so wild that you laughed hysterically.

"Let Abby say it's a joke and he's fine, god...".

Looking at your friend, you saw her sympathetic look and it hurt so much that you wanted to howl in despair.

"I followed them and he was alive the last time I saw him. Very scared, but alive," Abigail said softly.

You chuckled quietly. Of course he was scared, they would all be scared when the Inspectors got to them.

"And what to do?" you whispered confusedly, again succumbing to panic.

"I don't really know, Y/N," Abby shook her head.

Then the girl looked at the devastated you and added:

"Do you want us to figure it out together?

"Yes," you nodded, "I really want to."

"Will you come with me?"

You silently held out your hand to her and swore to yourself that you would definitely get Jan out of the clutches of the Inspectors if he was still alive...