Andy's POV

The door slammed behind us as I charged toward Jinxx. I didnt give a shit that his arms were bleeding with glass. "Find a new fucking place to live motherfucker!" I placed both hands on his chest, shoving him down into the grass. He scrambled for footing and sprinted off as I got in the car, jamming the key into the ignition. I threw the shifter into reverse and peeled out of the driveway. I am so fucking pissed right now I think I could push through a damn concrete wall. I accelerated down the road, glancing in the rear view, to see a figure sprinting behind the car. The stop sign approached and I slammed my foot on the brake. Her hands were yanking on the passenger door handle. Her mascara had bled all the way down her face, but I looked straight forward as I cracked the window, both hands clenching the steering wheel with a death grip.

"Andy...Andy please stay. I know this is bad, but just...just hold your tongue and hear me out. Please...Andy, please!" she pleaded.

I couldn't do it. I wanted to scream and yell and hit her for touching my friend. But I didn't want to see her cry and break down in front of me, knowing it was my fault for the outburst. So did it. I drove off, smashing my foot down on the accelerator, tears streaming down my face, not looking in the mirror, knowing I would see her fall to her knees. A few miles up the road I exploded. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel, screaming at the top of my lungs to road. The back end swung out and the car skidded off the road into the gravel shoulder. A cloud of gravel dust showered down as the car corrected and stopped off the road. I got out, almost breaking the door as I shut it. I kicked the tire as hard as I could and dropped to my knees against the back bumper. I held my knees in my arms, crying to myself.

A car pulled up behind mine. A door opened and closed. "Andy? Man, come on." I looked up through swollen eyes, it was Matt Good.

"What the fuck are you doing here," I said with a smirk.

"Saving you, now come on, Nick will drive your car back to the house. I'll take you with me." Matt held out a hand and lifted me up, brushing off my back and following me to his car. He drove us the long way back to his apartment, I know he didn't want to drive past Reya and I's house. He still lived in the same shitty apartment. We pulled in the drive and I followed him up the rusty stairs to his second story place. I was basically a zombie. I sat at the counter where we did a few shots.

That's when I noticed the sound of a keyboard. "Matt, what's that?"
"Oh, that's Evi. My girlfriend. She's playing some new song shes writing for some big time producers. HEY EVI!" he shouted.

The music stopped. "What Matt?"
"Can we come listen, baby?"
"Sure...come on," she called back.

Matt showed me down to his music room, I had already known where it was. We'd wasted and been wasted in there for hours at a time. She was a pretty girl, pale with curly black hair. She had gorgeous grey eyes. She motioned to the small couch. She turned around and started playing. It was a melancholy song, sad, depressive.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Anywhere, I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I am feeling so small.
It was over my head
I know nothing at all.

And I will stumble and fall.
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
Anywhere, I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I will swallow my pride.
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
And anywhere, I would have followed you.
Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
Say something..."

The final note basically sent molten iron into my veins, the hot liquid burning my heart. I knew what I had to do. "Matt, take me home."

"Uh, Andy I don't think-" he was interrupted by his phone. "Hey. Yeah Nick. Ok." he looked up. "Ok, Nick said the house is dark so he thinks Reya went to that friend that Ash is with." Pulling out his keys he slapped me on the shoulder, "Come on."

I was just going to get some things and stay with Matt for the night. I just wanted to make sure Crow and Whiskey had food and water. It was just getting dark as he pulled in my driveway. Like Nick said, not one light was on in the house. No one knew of Reyas childhood fear of the dark. She couldn't be home without a light on somewhere. I went in the front door while Matt and Nick got in the car. Nick had parked mine in the drive. I dropped my keys on the counter, I'd just have Matt drive me back, I really wasn't in any condition to drive. I flipped on the outside lights and ran my fingers through my hair as I went upstairs.

My nose burned as smelled the sharp stench of alcohol. I turned on the light, finding the neatly stacked boxed on her side of the rooms knocked over and one box tipped on its side, a dark stain on the floor next to it. It was when i was turning the box upright, when I found the cap for the Jack Daniels. That must have been what was spilled on the floor. I followed the droplets of liquor to the bathroom.

Oh shit. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.
I jumped up and found the light. I fell to my knees.
She was laying on her side. Blood all over the floor. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Their was glass all around. Her hair had fallen over her face, and the blood had been everywhere. Her leg, shirt, arm, everywhere. I stood up, hearing the glass crunch under my feet. I could tell she was breathing. I kneeled next to her, turning her over, and brushing the blood matted hair out of her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips barely parted. I put my hands under her arms, and dragged her over to the shower. I pulled off my vest and shirt, along with her shirt. I unlaced my boots and threw them in the bedroom and pulled off the socks. I pulled her unconscious body into the shower and turned on the head. The cool water spilled over us both. This wasn't the first time I've done this, and I hope it was the last time.

Last time this had happened she'd tried to commit suicide. She'd cut so deeply on her arms. As the water began to wash away the crusting blood I could see that most of her body was unharmed. She had a small cut on her cheek bone but it was minor. Her left hand was cut on the palm. Her stomach was fine after the blood washed away. That's when I saw it. A large piece of glass sticking straight out of her thigh. I pulled her legs up to me and analized the shard. I took a chance. I pulled it out. Blood began forming out of it. I grabbed a towel from the floor and held it firmly over her leg. I kissed her face, neck, shoulder. I couldn't let her go. Id never let her go. I picked up her hand, seeing the ring wasn't on it. I scanned the room, and I found it, laying in the pool of blood next to the broken Jack bottle. I held her closer that I had before, kissing her, telling her I love her, that she is beautiful. That I was stupid and I was sorry. I was so, so sorry.

"Say something, baby. I'll never give up on you..."

Notes

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