Not gonna fight it

"Come on, sweetie. Wake up, we're at the house." Dad wakes me up shaking me gently.
"Huh?" I mumble and rub my eyes tiredly. Someone giggles but I ignore them and yawn. "Angel, please get up? I wanna spend some time with you." A deep voice says and my eyes snap open. Andy? I still have to tell him. I climb out of my bunk and fall.
"Careful, Gelica." Jayy says catches me effortlessly. I hug him and he sets me down. I grumble but Andy guides me into the house. Everything I see brings memories. This house is where I grew up.
"Just pack the essentials in this suitcase and the rest in boxes. We'll stop by here after tour and pick up the rest of your stuff." Dad smiles but I shake my head. All I have is my clothes, my makeup, a portable CD player, and a ton of CDs. I pack them all into my small suitcase and look around. Tears sting my eyes but I push them back. Dad and Jayy take the suitcase since they already know.
"Andy?" I whisper and then he's at my side.
"Are you alright?" He asks the concern unmasked in his eyes.
"No, three months ago....I was raped....and now I'm pregnant." The sobs rack my body. His hands pull me against him and he kisses my hair.
"Thank you." He says softly. I look up confused.
"For telling me. Now I have something to tell you. I really like you. That night at the concert couldn't look away from you. I never would have let someone borrow my last jacket but i let you. You are beautiful. Will you be mine?" Andy asks and I pull back thinking it must be a sick joke. But there is no humor in his eyes only honesty and tenderness. I look up and whisper.....

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