Chapter 5: Resolution
Abigail's heart hammered in her chest as she hesitated for just a moment, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She wore a simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, her sandy-blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders.
She moved towards her bed and sat down on the edge, the coils squeaking slightly as she shifted her weight. Her gaze lingered on the worn Bible in the corner of her room, the frayed edges and dog-eared pages reminding her of the sermons she'd grown up hearing.
Each one held a message of purity and staying true to your beliefs, but for once, Abigail wanted to listen to another voice.
She turned to her phone, tapping the screen to open her recent calls. Rachel's name stood out among the list, a beacon of hope. Rachel had always been her confidant, lending an ear and an open heart whenever Abigail needed advice.
Abigail steeled herself, jabbing her finger against the 'call' button before she could lose her nerve. Rachel picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Abby, what's going on? Is everything alright?" she asked, the concern evident in her voice.
Abigail hesitated. "I-I think so. I need your help, Rach. I did something I never thought I'd do, and I don't know what to make of it."
Rachel's voice softened. "Of course, I'm here for you. Just tell me what happened."
Abigail took a deep breath. "I touched myself for the first time tonight, Rach.