Abby winced as she pulled her hair back and tied it up, her head sore form her father jerking on it and the gash. The part of the gash that had been hidden away in her hair was no longer hidden as she pulled her hair back. The burns around the edges obvious now more so than before. "I think I broke my rib... But there isn't anything you can do about that one," she said quietly, staring at Matthew's eyes as he bent to her level. After a moment of silence, even in her shitty state, Abby could still find something to pick at him for. "You know, normal teachers would just call... You didn't come back to finish what we started did you?" she questioned with a small wink, the playful spark starting to show back up in her gray eyes.<br/><br/>Then Abby leaned in a little closer as if she was about to kiss him, whispering to him, "I think you just care a little more for me than just a normal teacher-student relationship.". Of course Abby was both teasing and being serious, but she leaned back so he didn't have to push her away. However she didn't push the subject any farther as she allowed him to patch her up. Any other place she was seriously hurt, she doubted he needed to know about. Thinking about her fathers bedroom, she bit on her bottom lip and kind of zoned out. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace so that the house was kept decently warm and something about them being in close proximity like this next to a fire made Abby start to blush. Mentally slapping herself, she scolded herself to stay on topic.<br/><br/>"Matthew... I... Need to ask you to clean something else up for me... Just... Don't think too far into it okay? My dad's sheets on his bed have to be clean before he gets home. The bleach is above the washer...To find his bedroom...Just...Uh follow the trail..." she said quietly, embarrassment and shame causing her to hunch forward slightly and keep her eyes off of him. There was a reason she protected her father. He always said it was her fault her mother was dead, and I guess if you were that in love with someone and they died on you, you would blame her too. Abby was supposed to be the one that had died that day. The day of the car wreck, but her mother was just being a mother when she had grabbed Abby and pushed her daughter out of the way of the speeding truck. So Abby always thought it really was her fault, she thought she deserved everything that her father was doing to her. Abby felt guilty of her mother's death.<br/><br/>It took a minute before Abby could look at Matthew, look him in the eyes and not look completely ashamed in front of him. "Look I need you to not tell anyone about this Matthew, mister Grey. If it gets back to him... I'll be in even more trouble than before... People have tried to help before... But bad things happen to them and to me... The law never finds any evidence against him. And... before they will be able to get me... I'm afraid of what might happen..." she whispered quietly, not really saying her father so there was no actual admittance to it against him.