Abe, a weird and short werewolf novel

Abbygail's point of view:

I hadn’t decided where I would be going to, once outside, but the bar I had been to frequently, when I took better care of myself, looked as good as any place right now.

Upon entering I noticed the same old man standing behind the bar, wiping off some glasses and attending the guests to their desirable drinks. Many of the people were men, drinking beer, after a long day of work, and just wanted to escape life for a little while longer before they had to go back home to their families. But there was also the occasional female sitting in one of the dark corners, where her stockings were shown as her skirt was lifted by a man who couldn’t control himself, or where some shady looking guys were smoking in one of the other dark corners, close to the back door.

“Hey Jim, can you get me one, please?” I asked the old man.

“If it isn’t Andrea! Where have you been hiding these past few months?” He asked me by using one of my fake names, but I just shrugged and answered boringly ‘here and there’ even though I never left my house. He ignored my boring answer and kept smiling, even though he probably knew that there was more to my story than just this reply. However, he didn’t start to pound me with more questions and instead just poured me a double whiskey on the rocks, as he so kindly remembered my favourite poison.

He didn’t know my real name as I never told anyone what it was, to keep my life a secret and thus also safe. I always used my initials, ABE, underneath my e-mails and used different aliases for my bank accounts across the globe. Mostly, I went with Andrea, Alex or Alexandra, but I also went with Andromeda once. And with my bank accounts, I had to make it look a bit more real, so there I went with Althea Bercefony Espinoza or Athena Bailey Ellins.

Only Harley knew my real name as I trusted her with my life, she wouldn’t double-cross me, even if she wasn’t afraid of my capabilities. Besides, I had control over her laptop and had trained her by never using any of my names in any correspondence, so there was no way someone else would find out about me, through her, either.

Everything was safe and secure, just how I liked it.

“Fuck!” I heard a female shout behind me, at which I turned around to see what was going on. She was cursing at her laptop, furiously trying to type something, but she just kept being annoyed and finally shut down the top. Her angry rant continued by untying her blonde hair and fastening it again and then slumping down in her seat, drinking her mug of coffee empty.

“Do you need any help?” I asked her.

“Well, unless you are some computer scientist who can miraculously bring back all the data that I just lost, no one can help me from getting fired or killed right now! Shit!” She cursed again and again.

“Well, to be fortunate for you, I am what you require. So, scoot over and let me have a look.” I said while placing my glass of whiskey on the table, next to her laptop.

She pushed the laptop my way, not caring for letting just a stranger touch her laptop, not knowing whether I could make things better or worse, and moved her ass a bit to the side.

At first, I rebooted her laptop as she had crashed it by opening all sorts of programs in her anger, then installed some new security software and let it run for a while to get rid of all the viruses and spyware and then I let her show me what she was needing or rather where it was supposed to be. It wasn’t hard for me to search through the history of her keystrokes to find out where she had gone wrong and within a few more minutes all her lost data showed up on the screen.

“But, but… I deleted it! How can you retrieve it back, when I just deleted it completely?” She asked me in a baffled voice, looking at her screen with those big doe eyes.

“Nothing is ever truly gone, remember that.” I told her, making sure she got the hint when I tapped her phone, and she got reddened cheeks as I did just that, knowing perfectly well that I was referring to people who send nude pictures to other people. Not that I would know her to have been one of those people, but her reddened cheeks showed evidence of it being true.

“What is your name?” She said as I walked over to the bar and ordered Jim to pour me another drink.

“Andrea.” I said, using the same name as Jim knew, as it would have been strange otherwise.

“Well, thank you, Andrea, you’re a lifesaver!” She squealed and hugged me fiercely.

I chuckled at the gesture, slightly enjoying the human contact as I have been without it for several months now. We even started to talk together, her sitting next to me at the bar now after she had put her laptop in her bag. Of course, I never told her any personal details, even though I believe her to be a nice person to have in my life. Not romantically, but just another person to talk to and share my life with, to not get so bored as easily.

Her jumpy and happy nature was glowing and she even made my day a brighter one. She distracted me with her stories about men, suddenly making me perfectly aware that I was lacking my life with the attention of a male specimen.

“You should come and visit my home sometime, I’m sure you’ll find someone there to enjoy your time with.” She suggestively winked, but I didn’t act upon her suggestion.

“So, you live with several people in one house?” I asked her confused.

“Well yeah, we are with over fifty people if you don’t count in the kids that is.” She easily replied.

“So, you are still living with your family?” I asked again, still confused. She looks about twenty-five and by seeing the data on her laptop, she showed to have a steady job, so why linger on in your parent’s house?

“No, you silly! My parents have their own little home, close by. But I’m just renting a room in the mansion my boss lives in.” She chuckled, but I still couldn’t fathom the idea of her living situation.

She continued telling me how much she liked it there as she loved talking to other people and playing games and such. It turned out she enjoys the Marvel movies just as much as I did, so I tried to mingle in with that subject as much as I could. But I couldn’t tell her that I had my own Jarvis at home, as that would have been something she would much like to hear and experience, which she can’t.

Internally I sighed, missing having someone to share my true life with. But this girl, Linda, as I found out, is the closest thing to a friend I could have here.

I gave her the number of the second sim card on my phone, the one that I had used for delivery services, and we exchanged a message to let me know her number. We decided to meet here again, next week, and I agreed to that. I enjoyed her company and maybe she will drag me out of boredom somehow.

Before leaving the bar, I checked the time and noticed that several hours had passed by. I was hoping for the cleaners to be done with their work now, but after checking my camera, they were still scrubbing and vacuuming. Crap, I must have made a real mess of my home as of late!

I decided to take a walk in the park nearby and took a seat on a bench when I arrived at the lake. Some ducks were lazily swimming away from me when I approached the bench, but other than those flapping and quacking sounds, nothing was heard. The moon was shining bright and the sky was clear of clouds, so the stars were abundantly present around the glowing orb.

After waiting for another half hour and checking the cameras on my phone every two minutes, the cleaners were finally done and ready to leave. I send a message to Harley to pay them enough money as my house wasn’t an easy job for them.

This whole night had turned out pretty amazing and I felt renewed with energy. Linda was as bright as the sun, cheerily lifting my sour mood and with the foresight of a clean house, I decided to let boredom be done with. I’m going to find myself a bigger project, maybe slight illegal, just to keep me entertained, and next week I’m going to see Linda again. Maybe even suggesting to her to go out to a dance club or something, let’s go crazy!

I walked back home and Jarvis opened the door for me as my digital imprint let him know that it was me. “Welcome back, Miss Evans.” The kind voice of Jarvis said at which I smiled. Yes, my legal name is Abbygail Bettany Evans. Evans, the same last name as Chris Evans, the actor who plays Captain America, and Bettany, as Paul Bettany, who is the voice of Jarvis and later the actor of Vision.

Of course, I had constructed my name like this myself, years ago, changing it in every database there is to find. So, that had become my legal middle and last name. But I had never changed my first name, as I still wanted to be reminded of my past, in a certain way. I never wanted to be linked to my parents ever again, as that’s the reason I chose to change my middle and last name, but my first name, Abbygail, was reminding me of what I have become out of that misery. I needed to hear Harley call me by that name, to ground me back to Earth, to make me realize how fortunate I am right now.

Not even Harley knew the names I had been born with, only my first, and that was going to stay like this. I’m not willing to let anyone else know those names! They are not worthy of being remembered by!

It was getting late but I decided to work on the two million dollar project, just a little longer. My insomnia wouldn’t let me sleep comfortably anyway, so with a cup of coffee, and a bag of chips, I crashed myself onto my clean and crispy bed. I tugged myself in and breathed in the fresh smell of flowers that came from the clean bedding.

Yep, this new start is going to be a wonderful one!