The Mortician's Daughter

I gulped thickly and stared back at Andy with wide eyes. Did I really admit that to him? I was heavily intoxicated which left me prone to say and admit things I normal wouldn't, and I couldn't imagine Andy conjuring up a lie like that. My mouth opened and closed as I tried to find words to say.

I shook my head and smiled. "I always say the craziest things when I'm drunk." Waving off the issue as if it was nothing, I walked by Andy and to the bathroom where I knew the Advil would be.

Once I retrieved two Advil from the bottle, I popped the pills into my mouth and filled a cup from the cabinet with water before eagerly downing the Advil.

Andy popped his head into the bathroom. "I'm going to make breakfast, you want some?"

I nodded eagerly, smiling at him. "Yes please!" I said. Andy nodded and disappeared down the hallway.

I walked back to Andy's bedroom to retrieve my phone, picking up my scattered clothing along the way. I had a missed call and a text, and I couldn't help but grin when I read that they were both from Ashley. As I walked back to my room to put on my own clothes, I opened the message.

[ From: Ashley Purdy

Hey love. Andy got you pretty upset last night, are you okay? ]

I smiled and blushed at the pet name he gave me and began typing my reply.

[ From: Dahlia

I am now. Some stuff happened that I'd rather not explain over text.. Any way we could meet up somewhere? ]

As I was waiting for Ashley to answer me, I got ready. Andy yelled up the stairs that our breakfast was ready a few minutes after I finished my makeup. He had just placed our food on the table and sat down when I got to my seat.

Andy looked up at me and asked, "What are you getting ready for?"

"If you must know," I said, "I'm going to head over to Ashley's." I jumped when Andy slammed his hands onto the surface of the table.

He yelled, "What did I tell you about Ashley, Dahlia?! Do you not listen?" His eyebrows were narrowed in anger as he stared me down, waiting for my response.

I stood up from the table, suddenly not hungry anymore. "We're not having this conversation again." I walked over to the door, slipped my Toms on and grabbed my keys off the small table, only to have them ripped out of my hand. "Andy.." I warned, "Give me back my keys."

Andy shook his head and said, "No." He crossed his arms and looked at me challengingly.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'll just get him to pick me up." I turned around and just as I was about to open the door, Andy's voice stopped me.

"Why? So you can blow him as he drives back to his house?"

My jaw dropped at the vulgar and accusatory words. "Fuck you, Andy!" I yelled, spinning around.

Andy scoffed and stepped closer to me. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling my body flush against his, and leaned in close. "Round two already? How about you spread your legs for Ash this time.. We both know you want to." He laughed. "If you wanna whore yourself out to him, be my guest. But, do not come crying to me when he fucks you then never speaks to you again." The look of disgust on Andy's face and the harsh tone in his voice made silent tears stream down my face. He noticed and said, "You're crying because you know it's true. You know that the second Ash makes a move you'll be down on your knees sucking his cock." I gasped and raised my hand to slap him.

Andy was quick to grab my wrist and stop me. I raised my other hand and grit my teeth when he grabbed my other wrist too. He tightened his grip on my wrists and pushed me up against the door, pinning me there with his body.

I struggled against his strength and exclaimed, "Let go of me!" His grip tightened even more, causing me to whimper in pain. "Andy, stop! You're hurting me!" Upon hearing that I was in pain, Andy released my wrists and stormed off to his room. I rubbed the skin tenderly, frowning when bruises already started to form.

I cried as I walked out of our apartment. I just couldn't believe Andy would say those things to me and would get rough with me like that. I called Ashley and after three rings, he picked up.

[ Hey kitten, when are you leaving?
A-ashley? Can y-you come pick me u-up?
Yeah, sure, but what happened?
Andy he... I'll t-tell you when you get here just... h-hurry, please.
I'm on my way. ]

I sat on the curb as I waited for Ashley to show. The sight of my bruised wrists were enough to keep tears rolling down my face. To say I was scared of Andy was an understatement - I was petrified. He never got physical with me before and the look in his eyes held nothing but pure hatred. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I nearly missed Ashley's car pulling up in front of me. He got out when I looked up, a worried expression on his face.

Ashley wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to cry into his shoulder. After a few minutes he pulled me back, moving his hands to my hips.

"What happened, Dahlia?" He asked worriedly.

I looked down and sniffled, subconsciously rubbing one of my hurting wrists. Ashley followed my gaze and grabbed my hands in his. He rubbed his thumbs gently over the bruises.

Ashley asked, "Did Andy do this to you?"

I nodded. "He..He shoved me too."

"Alright," Ashley said, "Let's go." He ushered me to his car, opening my door for me since he knew my wrists were sore. I thanked him quietly and smiled as I got into the vehicle. Ashley ran around to his side and got in before speeding off in the direction of his house.

I inched my hand towards Ashley's, which was resting on the compartment between our seats, and laced my fingers with his. He looked over at me and grinned before turning his attention back to the road.

Notes

I hate myself for making Andy the bad guy but he won't be for long!!!!!
just bare with me :')

enjoyyyyyy :)