Unbroken.

"Kit, can Ashley and I go out? Please?" Quinn asked me.
"Okay, but promise me you'll be back at least at a somewhat reasonable hour and you won't be shit-faced drunk," I sighed.
"I promise!" Quinn said, quickly hugging me then dragging Ashley out the front door with her.
I still wasn't totally cool with Ashley and Quinn being a thing, but I had to deal with it. She was an adult and I knew if I kept her from seeing him that I would just drive her further away from me.
"Hey Kit, Jinxx, Jake and I are heading out. We'll see you when we leave for tour," CC said as he gave me a hug.
"Alright, see you then," I told him.
"Andy are you coming with us?" Jake asked.
"Um...nah, I'll just stay here for a bit. I..uh... promised I'd help Kit with her packing."
The guys looked at him oddly, but shrugged their shoulders and they left.
"So....," Andy said, turning to me.
"So?"
"Have you made up your mind about what I asked you last night?" Andy asked me nervously.
"Um, I want to, but I just, I don't know," I mumbled as I ran my fingers through my hair.
Andy slowly made his way closer to me and soon his hands were cupping my face and his lips met mine. He kissed me slowly, but passionately and whatever thoughts I had that told me not to do this were quickly extinguished. I tangled my hands into his hair and enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips.
He slowly pulled away and I wished he hadn't.
"Did that make up your mind?" he asked me, his voice deeper than usual.
"Y-yes...," I stuttered.
"So, Kit, would you be my girlfriend?"
"I-I will," I smiled.
I saw a smile spread across Andy's face. God, how I loved it when he smiled.
Andy picked me up around my waist and spun me around.
"Andy!" I squeeled.
He put me down, only to scoop me up and start carrying me bridal style, and he kissed me quickly on the lips.
He carried me up to my bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He plopped down on the bed too and rolled over on his side to face me.
His blue eyes were brighter than usual and I found myself getting lost in them.
"Kit?"
"Mhm?"
"Why were you so reluctant about us? I know you told me yesterday, but I feel like there was something you weren't telling me."
"The last two guys I dated I dumped without really much of a reason besides me being afraid to open up to them. They wanted to get close to me, but I just sort of shut them out. Quinn got really close to them, Ronnie in particular, so when I broke it off with them, they stopped coming around and Quinn started doing things she shouldn't. I would come home, and on the rare occurance that I actually saw her, she would smell of alcohol."
"Why'd you shut them out?"
"I barely have my stuff together right now. It was worse then. I didn't want them to have to deal with my problems. Something inside me told me that if I let them try to help me with my problems, that they would only leave me in the end."
"H-how bad were things?" Andy asked, barely louder than a whisper.
"I would come home after work and I would lock myself in the bathroom and just stare at a bottle of pills. I would think 'just swallow them and everything will be over. You won't have to deal with anything anymore.' But then I would think of Quinn. I knew I had to stay strong for her because she didn't have anyone else. I hated myself for not being able to be a decent big sister for her and I would just take it out on my skin. Quinn doesn't even know...," I said.
I felt something wet run down my cheek and realized I had started to cry.
Andy brushed the tear away and whispered, "Show me."
I gulped and slowly lifted up my shirt, exposing my scarred stomach. I had carved words like 'fat' 'ugly' 'fuck up' 'wreck' and 'failure.'
Andy gasped and traced the words on my stomach. My skin errupted into goose-bumps at his touch.
"Kit, you shoudn't have done this."
"It was a better option than killing myself," I muttered.
Andy pulled me close to him and let me cry into his chest.
"You're not a fuck-up, you're not fat, you're not ugly, you're beautiful and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I promise I won't leave you, Kit."
"You can't promise that," I croaked.
Andy didn't respond, he just held me close and kissed my hair repeatedly.
I felt something inside me start to stir. It was like a feeling of bubbling, hot lava in my heart, but pleasant, if that made any sense. Was this what it's like to feel love?

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