We'll Brave This Storm (Sequel to You're Not Alone) [COMPLETED]
Chapter 3 (Save Me)
"So, you ready to find out the gender of your baby?" Dr. Stellar asked us. She was a tall, plump woman with her grey hair tied up in a bun and her green eyes peaking out from behind her round glasses.
"Yeah," I said anxiously. I held on tightly to Andy's hand. I didn't really care about the gender of the baby because I would love it anyway, but I was still antsy to find out.
"Well, it looks like it's going to be a girl!" Dr. Stellar exclaimed.
A girl. I was going to have a little girl.
"I'll leave you two alone. You're next appointment will be two weeks at five o'clock," she said as she left the room.
"We're having a baby girl! Wow...," he laughed before taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
For the first few seconds I kissed back, but something in my brain told me to stop. I lightly pushed him away, not looking him in the eyes.
"Princess, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Andy, I can't. Not yet. You said so before, I've changed. You've changed too, and I don't want to go rushing into this. What if we aren't right for each other anymore. I'm by no means saying I don't want you in my life, because we both know that would be incredibly foolish. Can we just be friends? I'm not telling you we'll never get back together, but I just need time."
Saying those words pained me, but the expression on Andy's face made it all the more painful. I know he loved me, but I still haven't gotten over what happened. I wanted to wait until all my wounds were stitched up before doing anything, because the last time my issues put a strain on our relationship.
"I-okay. I'll wait for you though. Once you're ready, I'll be right there," dissapointment cloaking his voice.
"Thank you."
"Um, so uh... now that we know the gender of teh baby, what do you want to name her?" he asked.
"Skylar, Sklyar Carolyn Biersack," I answered immediately. Sure, it may not be the best name in the world, but it held a lot of meaning.
"I love it, but are you sure you want to use my last name?"
"I'm sure our daughter would be extremely proud to have your last name," I smiled.
"Do you, uh, need a place to stay or something?"
"No, I live in an apartment, but if you could give me a ride back, that would be nice," I told him.
"Sure, no problem," he said to me, handing over my clothes. They had blood stains on them, but since I had nothing else to wear, I was stuck with them.
I went to the bathroom and got changed. When I came back out, Andy was leaning against the wall twirling his keys.
"Even in a hospital you're trying to keep up your bad boy image?" I asked.
He just smirked and took my hand. We checked out of the hospital, which I was very happy to be out of.
He opened the passenger door to his silver car and I got in. He slid into the drivers seat and started the engine. I told him my address and turned on the radio. What can I say? I hate drives without music.
Adam's Song by Blink-182 came on and I felt my eyes tearing up. I whispered along to the words, knowing that if I were to actually sing along, my throat would close up. By the time the song ended a few tears escaped my eyes and I brushed them away as quickly as possible, not wanting Andy to see them.
I was greatful once he pulled up to my apartment complex, becasue I knew as soon as I got into my apartment I would break down crying.
I made my way up to my door and saw the apartment manager sticking a piece of paper to my door.
"Mr. Fredrickson, what are you doing?"
He turned around and eyed me.
"Oh, Ms. Greer, I'm sorry to have to inform you that you are being evicted," he said in his high tenor voice.
Mr. Fredrickson was a short man, only a few inches taller than me. He had a beer-belly and was in his mid-forties. His eyes were a muddy-brown colour and his wheat hair was constantly in dissaray. I personally never much cared for him. I noticed him checking me out multiple times, and considering I was only eighteen and pregnant, I thought he was repulsive.
"I'm being evicted? Why? I haven't done anything wrong!" I shouted.
"We have a new possible tennant and he is willing to pay $500 more dollars a month than you are for this apartment," he sneered.
"There's nothing I can do to stay?" As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I regretted saying them.
Mr. Fredrickson pounced on me like a jaguar who had found it's wounded prey. He backed me up against the balcony railing and lifted my chin up with his chubby little fingers.
"There is one thing you can do for me Melanie."
"Wh-what's th-that?" I asked him, visibly shaking.
"You can do me a little favour," he said, trailing his fingers from my chin down to my breasts.
"Andy that f-favour would be?'
"Don't play dumb with me doll face. You know what I'm implying."
"And if I say no?"
"You won't," he snarled. He pinned my hips against the rails with his own, making me awefully uncomfortable. I wasn't getting out of this unless....
"Alright, but can we at least do it in the apartment and not out here?"
He nodded his head, a hidious grin played on his lips. I fumbled with my keys and opened the door to my one bedroom apartment. It was almost completely empty, except for an armchair, table, old tv, and a few pots and pans that were scattered on the countertops from when I would make some of my pregnancey craving concoctions.
He unbottoned his shirt and pushed me into my apartment. My shirt was taken off of me by his dirty, ink-stained hands and he unhooked my bra. He licked his lips as his hands groped my breasts. I was internally panicking, trying my best to hide my fear from him. He forced his lips onto mine, his mouth tasting of coffee and stale doughnuts. He took off his slacks and boxers before stripping off my jeans and panties. I felt his erection against my entrance and knew now was the time to make my move. I reached for the largest pan on the kitchen counter and whacked it against his jaw. I heard a loud crack and his body crumpled to the floor.
I yanked my clothes back on and ran to my bedroom, packing all y clothes and necessities as fast as I could. I took my savings out of my nightstand drawer and stuffed it down my bra. I grabbed my suitcase and sprinted out the door. I knew I hadn't killed Mr. Fredrickson, only because I could hear his laboured breathing.
I rolled my suitcase down the apartment building's steps and speed-walked to the closest bus stop. I had nowhere to go. I couldn't stay at Diamond's because she lived with her boyfriend and they barely had enough room to house themselves. I could call Andy, but I didn't want him to see me this weak. Not again.
In the end I decided to gather up my pride and call Andy. He couldn't be that far away, he only left thirty minutes ago. I took out my phone and pressed his name on my contact list. For some odd reason I never deleated it, and right now I was glad I didn't.
After a few rings he answered his phone.
"Hello?"
"Um, Andy?"
"Mel, is that you?"
"Yeah, you know that offer for you to give me a place to stay?"
"What happened?" he asked, concerned.
"I'll explain when you come pick me up," I told him.
"Fine. Are you still at the apartment complex?"
"No, I'm at the bus stop just down the street from it. Just hurry, okay?"
"I'll be there in twenty," he said, then with no response from me, he hung up the phone.
I waited an agonizing twenty-two minutes, half expecting Mr. Fredrickson to come out from behind me. Luckily, Andy showed up before that could happen.
He pulled up in front of the bus stop and got out, taking my suitcase and putting it in the trunk. I sat down in the passenger seat and he in the driver's seat.
After five minutes of tense silence, Andy turned to me and said, "Explain."
"Yeah," I said anxiously. I held on tightly to Andy's hand. I didn't really care about the gender of the baby because I would love it anyway, but I was still antsy to find out.
"Well, it looks like it's going to be a girl!" Dr. Stellar exclaimed.
A girl. I was going to have a little girl.
"I'll leave you two alone. You're next appointment will be two weeks at five o'clock," she said as she left the room.
"We're having a baby girl! Wow...," he laughed before taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
For the first few seconds I kissed back, but something in my brain told me to stop. I lightly pushed him away, not looking him in the eyes.
"Princess, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Andy, I can't. Not yet. You said so before, I've changed. You've changed too, and I don't want to go rushing into this. What if we aren't right for each other anymore. I'm by no means saying I don't want you in my life, because we both know that would be incredibly foolish. Can we just be friends? I'm not telling you we'll never get back together, but I just need time."
Saying those words pained me, but the expression on Andy's face made it all the more painful. I know he loved me, but I still haven't gotten over what happened. I wanted to wait until all my wounds were stitched up before doing anything, because the last time my issues put a strain on our relationship.
"I-okay. I'll wait for you though. Once you're ready, I'll be right there," dissapointment cloaking his voice.
"Thank you."
"Um, so uh... now that we know the gender of teh baby, what do you want to name her?" he asked.
"Skylar, Sklyar Carolyn Biersack," I answered immediately. Sure, it may not be the best name in the world, but it held a lot of meaning.
"I love it, but are you sure you want to use my last name?"
"I'm sure our daughter would be extremely proud to have your last name," I smiled.
"Do you, uh, need a place to stay or something?"
"No, I live in an apartment, but if you could give me a ride back, that would be nice," I told him.
"Sure, no problem," he said to me, handing over my clothes. They had blood stains on them, but since I had nothing else to wear, I was stuck with them.
I went to the bathroom and got changed. When I came back out, Andy was leaning against the wall twirling his keys.
"Even in a hospital you're trying to keep up your bad boy image?" I asked.
He just smirked and took my hand. We checked out of the hospital, which I was very happy to be out of.
He opened the passenger door to his silver car and I got in. He slid into the drivers seat and started the engine. I told him my address and turned on the radio. What can I say? I hate drives without music.
Adam's Song by Blink-182 came on and I felt my eyes tearing up. I whispered along to the words, knowing that if I were to actually sing along, my throat would close up. By the time the song ended a few tears escaped my eyes and I brushed them away as quickly as possible, not wanting Andy to see them.
I was greatful once he pulled up to my apartment complex, becasue I knew as soon as I got into my apartment I would break down crying.
I made my way up to my door and saw the apartment manager sticking a piece of paper to my door.
"Mr. Fredrickson, what are you doing?"
He turned around and eyed me.
"Oh, Ms. Greer, I'm sorry to have to inform you that you are being evicted," he said in his high tenor voice.
Mr. Fredrickson was a short man, only a few inches taller than me. He had a beer-belly and was in his mid-forties. His eyes were a muddy-brown colour and his wheat hair was constantly in dissaray. I personally never much cared for him. I noticed him checking me out multiple times, and considering I was only eighteen and pregnant, I thought he was repulsive.
"I'm being evicted? Why? I haven't done anything wrong!" I shouted.
"We have a new possible tennant and he is willing to pay $500 more dollars a month than you are for this apartment," he sneered.
"There's nothing I can do to stay?" As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I regretted saying them.
Mr. Fredrickson pounced on me like a jaguar who had found it's wounded prey. He backed me up against the balcony railing and lifted my chin up with his chubby little fingers.
"There is one thing you can do for me Melanie."
"Wh-what's th-that?" I asked him, visibly shaking.
"You can do me a little favour," he said, trailing his fingers from my chin down to my breasts.
"Andy that f-favour would be?'
"Don't play dumb with me doll face. You know what I'm implying."
"And if I say no?"
"You won't," he snarled. He pinned my hips against the rails with his own, making me awefully uncomfortable. I wasn't getting out of this unless....
"Alright, but can we at least do it in the apartment and not out here?"
He nodded his head, a hidious grin played on his lips. I fumbled with my keys and opened the door to my one bedroom apartment. It was almost completely empty, except for an armchair, table, old tv, and a few pots and pans that were scattered on the countertops from when I would make some of my pregnancey craving concoctions.
He unbottoned his shirt and pushed me into my apartment. My shirt was taken off of me by his dirty, ink-stained hands and he unhooked my bra. He licked his lips as his hands groped my breasts. I was internally panicking, trying my best to hide my fear from him. He forced his lips onto mine, his mouth tasting of coffee and stale doughnuts. He took off his slacks and boxers before stripping off my jeans and panties. I felt his erection against my entrance and knew now was the time to make my move. I reached for the largest pan on the kitchen counter and whacked it against his jaw. I heard a loud crack and his body crumpled to the floor.
I yanked my clothes back on and ran to my bedroom, packing all y clothes and necessities as fast as I could. I took my savings out of my nightstand drawer and stuffed it down my bra. I grabbed my suitcase and sprinted out the door. I knew I hadn't killed Mr. Fredrickson, only because I could hear his laboured breathing.
I rolled my suitcase down the apartment building's steps and speed-walked to the closest bus stop. I had nowhere to go. I couldn't stay at Diamond's because she lived with her boyfriend and they barely had enough room to house themselves. I could call Andy, but I didn't want him to see me this weak. Not again.
In the end I decided to gather up my pride and call Andy. He couldn't be that far away, he only left thirty minutes ago. I took out my phone and pressed his name on my contact list. For some odd reason I never deleated it, and right now I was glad I didn't.
After a few rings he answered his phone.
"Hello?"
"Um, Andy?"
"Mel, is that you?"
"Yeah, you know that offer for you to give me a place to stay?"
"What happened?" he asked, concerned.
"I'll explain when you come pick me up," I told him.
"Fine. Are you still at the apartment complex?"
"No, I'm at the bus stop just down the street from it. Just hurry, okay?"
"I'll be there in twenty," he said, then with no response from me, he hung up the phone.
I waited an agonizing twenty-two minutes, half expecting Mr. Fredrickson to come out from behind me. Luckily, Andy showed up before that could happen.
He pulled up in front of the bus stop and got out, taking my suitcase and putting it in the trunk. I sat down in the passenger seat and he in the driver's seat.
After five minutes of tense silence, Andy turned to me and said, "Explain."
11/21/13