Andy pulled my sobbing frame through the parking lot. He pulled out keys from his pocket as he held me. He unlocked his car and opened the passenger door. He helped me sit. My legs hung out of the car doorway. Andy bent down, his hands were on my laps. My tears dripped on them.

“Hey” Andy said softly. I looked at him. He took my face in his hands, I was looking down at him. “Ice cream?” he asked trying to cheer me up. I only smiled a little, enough for him to notice

“ahh right there” he smiled, which only made me smile more

I wanted so badly to kiss him. To taste his lips again. I nodded my head no though and sighed.

“No to ice cream?” Andy asked

“Just….take me somewhere, anywhere but here” I said

“ok” Andy nodded, I put my legs in the car. He shut the door and went to the driver’s side.

He got in and started the car. He looked behind him and pulled out of the parking spot and set out for anywhere. I just stared blankly out the windshield as he drove. We pulled down a familiar street. He’s taking me to his house, the house he grew up in. We passed the house of my childhood. I remember, the day we moved houses I was crying so much, I was ten. Andy told me I was still going to be his best friend no matter where I lived. The funny thing was, I moved into the neighboring neighborhood and still saw each other almost every day. It seemed a lot more dramatic when we were ten.
Andy pulled up to the house and parked in front. I haven’t been here since the day Andy died. I never had the heart to drive by. I hope his parents are out for the day. He got out of the car and helped me out. We walked up the sidewalk to his door. He fiddled with his keys trying to find the right one. He unlocked the door and showed me in.

“Welcome, welcome to the house I grew up in” he said

I scanned the room.

“I thought it was best I’d bring you here, there’s no one around today” he said

He put his hand on my back and led me around the couch. He sat me down and scurried into the kitchen. I looked around. Everything was the same but only new furniture.

“Sonny, do you want something to drink?” I heard and shout from the kitchen

“No thank you” I said

He came back into the room, soda in hand. He sat next to me with his arms between his legs fiddling with the can.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked not looking up from his can

I sighed and thought for a moment. He looked at me.

“I don’t know” I meshed my fingers through my hair

“Well…just take your time…if you don’t want to then don’t” he said opening his soda

After a few minutes of silence, I decided to speak up. I turned to him.
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I told him everything Michael had done, my mom’s marriage to him. After an agonizing half hour of tears and tissues, I was finally done. By then Andy was holding my sobbing frame of a body. In all honesty, I haven’t told anyone before today what everything Michael did to me. Misty is my best friend, she knows Michael abused me, but I never told her what he actually did to me. Andy awkwardly held me and stroked my hair. My face was resting in the nape of his neck. I was taking in his scent.

“Sonny” he spoke up, I felt his voice ring in his chest

I looked up at him. He was glancing down at me craning his neck.

“Is that why you tried to kill yourself?” he asked

I looked down.

“Sonny?” he said

“It’s one of the reasons” my voice shook

“And the other?” he asked

“I—I can—

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he said “I think you’ve torn yourself up enough for today” he said standing up. I almost didn’t want to let go of him.

“I’m going to get you some Tylenol, I’m sure you have a horrid headache by now from all that crying” he said

Come to think of it, I did have a headache. I nodded my head and he smiled leaving the room. I layed down. Andy came back in the room with a glass of water.

“Making yourself comfortable I see” he smiled, kneeling down. I sat up on my elbow, he held out his hand with two pills, I took them and place them in my mouth, he handed me the glass of water. I sipped it down with my pills.

“I think I’ll let you rest here a bit” he said ready to stand up.

“Wait” I said tugging his shirt. He sat down on the floor right next to the couch.

“Please don’t leave me alone” I said

He rested his arm near mine and intertwined his fingers with mine. He rested his chin on the couch looking at me.

“I won’t” he smiled