MIDNIGHT POV


I stayed there in Andys arms, not wanting to move. I felt this feeling wash over me as he rocked me back and forth, comforting me. I seemed to actually feel loved, and actually safe. For the first time in years, I felt safe. I felt loved. I wanted to stay there forever. Andy stroked my hair, and my sobs quietened. I finallly stopped crying, and he pulled away from the hug. "Listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you, nobody is. I promise you that." He said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and sighed. "You can't tell anyone." I said, and Andys eyes grew wide. "Midnight....He's hurting you. He could break your bones, he could even kill you."
"We'll it's all my fault he does it. Its my fault because I look like my mom, and I annoy him so much. Otherwise he wouldent do it." I said, looking down into my lap. He gasped, and took both of my hands into his. "Minight! None of this is your fault. None of it and never ever let anyone tell you that, and don't you ever believe that. ok?" He said. I looked at our hands. They were intertwined, and I didn't want to let go. He let one of my ands go, and picked my head up by my chin. "Midnight...If anything ever happened to you, and I knew about it....I would never forgive myself. Please let me help you."
"I'm sorry Andy. But by helping me, you might seal my death. I'm fine. I'll be fine." I said, trying to let og of his hands. He kept a good hold on them. "But-"]
"No buts Andy. I'll be fine. I'll get through it."
"Well at least let me help you out in a different way.If he hits you again, come to me and I'll help you."
"How?"
"I'll help heal the pain." He leaned foward, and gently kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, his lip ring pressed against my lip. He pulled away, and smiled at me. I blushed and looked down at our hands, which were still intertwined. He pulled me into a tight hug, and we stayed there, our bodies intertwined. "Why don't you stay round mine tonight? Your dad's not here tonight. He wont know."
"I can't Andy. He said he'll be back early in the morning, and that usually means 1 in the morning. I wouldent stand a chance."
"Oh. Well, sit by the window all night and I'll talk to you." I smiled at him.
"Ok." He dug his phone out of his pocket, and looked at the time. He sighed and turned to me. "I have to go. My mom will be back in a minute and she'll wonder where I am." I nodded, and he kissed me again before climbing the tree, and went into his room through his window. He turned to me, smiled, and left the window. I grabbedmy sketch book, and began to draw the tree, and the window, and started to sketch in a tall, lanky figure, standing in the window.