Unbroken.

It was almost four and I had just gotten home from my shift at the record store. Unfortunately I was late, meaning I got yelled at by Johnny, my boss. He was an asshole and a creep. I couldn't wait until I went on tour and didn't have to see his face again. I went upstairs and resumed my packing. I was nearly done packing my things, when I heard the doorbell start to ring.

"Who the hell could that be?" I asked myself. Quinn wasn't going to be home until around eight and I didn't invite anyone over.

I hopped down the steps and went to open the door. As soon as I did, Andy fell on top of me.
"What the hell?! Andy, why are you on top of me?"

"I-I c-couldn't ge-get h-home, so I-I ca-came here," he slurred.

He was drunk. Great, I had a drunken Andy Biersack in my house.

"Okay, you can crash here, but you need to get off of me," I said.

Andy nodded his head slowly and rolled off of me. I got onto my feet and helped Andy off of the hardwood floors. I guided him upstairs, into my bedroom since the only bedrooms were mine and Quinn's. I lead him to the bed and he flopped down on it, and he closed his eyes. I turned to leave the room, when his hand reached out and grabbed onto my wrist.

"Don't go, please."

"Andy, I have more packing to do," I said.

"Just stay for a little bit," he mumbled.

"Okay, just for a little bit," I sighed as I laid down on the bed beside him, facing away from him.

He wrapped an arm around me and I felt his breath on my back. I found it oddly comforting. After a few minutes a heard him begin to snore lightly. I wanted to get out of bed and leave him there, but there was a part of me that was saying 'just a little while longer. It couldn't hurt.' But the truth was, it could hurt- a lot. I felt a form of affection towards Andy that was different from what I felt with Chris or Ronnie. It couldn't be love, I didn't know him well enough for it to be that, but I liked him. I couldn't let it become anything, though, because if I did, we would break up and Quinn would hate me. More importantly, I would hate myself.
I don't know how long I laid in the bed with his arm around me, but I heard the front door opening, meaning that Quinn was home.

I slid Andy's arm off of me and got out of bed.

Quinn was at the top of the steps when she saw me.

"Quinn, can we talk?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah, I guess."

I motioned for her to follow me into her room, where I sat at the foot of her bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" Quinn asked.

"You and Ashley," I said.

"What about Ashley and I?" Quinn said with a hint of aggitation.

"I don't want you to become a thing," I told her bluntly.

"Why the hell not? It isn't up for you to decide who I can and can't date!" she yelled.

I held her hand and patted the spot on the bed next to me.

"Listen, I know you're upset with me for saying this, but Ashley is not good for you."

"What makes you say that?" she spat.

"He's so much older than you and I know that he's going to want to get to you for sex. I don't want him damaging you," I said softly.

"He isn't going to use me for sex and he isn't going to damage me! I know it! He actually cares about me, unlike you!" she yelled, getting up from the bed.

"You think I don't care about you?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"I know you don't! You always break up with guys as soon as I start getting close to them! You don't care when I come home drunk from a party! You just care about making yourself look good!" she screamed.

"That's not true," I objected.

"You know it is! I know that you and Andy have a little thing going on, and you're going to break up with him as soon as he admits that he likes you because you're that heartless! I'm sick and tired of you ruining my life!"

I got up from the bed and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I ran into the bathroom where I fell to the floor, feeling the panic attack starting.

Did she really think those things about me? Did she really think that I purposefully tried to ruin her life?

"She was just mad, she didn't mean it," a voice in my head said.

"She did mean it, though. You are heartless. You are a self-centered bitch," another voice in my head snarled.

My eyes darted to the tub where I saw my blade. I hadn't done it in months, but right now I really needed it.

I scrambled to my knees and grabbed for it and was about to drag it across my skin, when a large hand snached it away from me.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked me.

"I-I-I....," I couldn't find words to talk myself out of this one.

I burried my head in my hands and began to sob. I can't believe I almost broke after three months. I was weak and pathetic.

Andy picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He sent me down gently and laid down next to me. He brushed the hair out of my face and wiped away my tears. I continued to sob as he pulled me up against him, my tears now being absorbed by his t-shirt.

"Don't do that ever again, okay?" Andy said.

"I'm s-sorry, b-but I can't p-promise any-anything," I said through tears.

He pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Kit, please stop. For me?" he begged.

"I-okay, I'll try."

"Thank you," he said as he kissed my forehead and pulled me close to him.

I eventually stopped crying and fell asleep in Andy's arms.

Notes

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