She felt like an idiot. No, worse. She felt like a fat idiot. She hated that word…fat. But it’s what she felt like right now surrounded as she was by shifters who didn’t seem to ever get fat and Laney, stunning as always. Without any real thought, she found herself back in a dark corner of the bar. How could they’ve done this to her? Didn’t they realize how wrong it was for someone like her to be dressed like this? You disgust me. People like you should be hidden away where normal people don’t have to see your grossness. The echo from her past floated through her mind, and she slammed the door on those memories. Abby swallowed hard, fighting back the tears, praying for the time when she could sneak away from them all. She’d gone after Zane, so sure he’d had something to do with this. The heat crept up her face. He’d done his best to embarrass her too. No doubt he’d find it all so funny, a joke, seeing her look like this. Anyone would; she looked ridiculous. Abby wrapped her arms around her stomach, closed her eyes, and willed the tears away.
