Abby jumped then gave a groan of pain as she heard the doorbell ring. She hadn't bothered to wash the blood out of her hair yet, not that it would hide the fact she had been brutally hit with something hot and sharp. The gash started an inch away from her face and ended barely a quarter of a centimeter away from her eye. The edges of the gash had third-degree burns and she still hadn't figured out what had hit her. Slowly dragging herself out of bed, she whimpered in pain and held her side. Yep, her rib was definitely broken. Bruises covered her arms where someone had gripped her too hard for too long.<br/><br/>Picking up her long sleeved, red T-shirt and pulled it on, then grabbed her loose fitting pants and pulled those on as well. Wincing as she shuffled her way to her bedroom door, she checked the mirror and almost started to cry at the sight. There was a large bruise higher up on her cheek bone and of course the gash was very noticeable. Her hair was a complete mess and it was easy to tell she had been crying for a while. Moving to the stairs, Abby had to hold onto the wall in order to make it down the stairs, though even then it wasn't easy. As she limped her way to the front door, she figured it was some UPS guy with a package for her dad.<br/><br/>Opening the door, Abby looked up into the face of Matthew. Her breath hitched in her throat as she gripped the door tightly and had to lean on it for support just so she wouldn't fall over in surprise. Quickly brushing her hair over the gash, Abby cleared her throat quietly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" she hissed, looking around quickly to make sure her father had left. Grabbing his shirt, she jerked him inside and shut the door, quickly locking it. Hardly any lights were on in the house and the only thing for light was the open windows, even those however, let in very little light. Abby noticed the streaks of dried blood headed for her father's room and tensed up really quickly, doing her best to keep Matthew's attention away from it. "Hey, what are you doing here mister Grey?" she asked again, making sure he kept his attention on her and didn't try to do any looking around.<br/><br/>Abby really wished she had stayed in bed, but somewhere deep inside of her, she was happy to have him visit. But she was in no condition to have company, she was hardly standing as it was, let alone all the injuries. She would have to come up with an excuse that didn't sound ridiculous.