The Preacher's Daughter

A week has gone by, and i am in my element. Happy and yet i miss him so much.

Even though i promise Andy i won't go out, he is not here....he won't know? right?

"You look nice," i turn my head seeing Tina with a grin, my sister is at my parents house, she needed some time to reflect on this year, i in fact is living my teenage dream, i turn back to the mirror eying my self. A black tight dress fitting just right with my combat high heels i am ready to take back the night.... forgive me God.

"So where are we going?" i ask.

"A club, where all our peers hang out, i am indeed of layover." Same here but i will never cheat on Andy. i love him to much.

"Nice," i grab my leather jacket and shrug it on, "lets get partying."

a few minutes later.


neon lights flickering on and off as the people dances to rave music, flinging their hair back and forth.

"Guys this Grace, Grace this is the guys i am going to hit the bar, what do you want?"

"just a cider will do," i mummer.

she nods and walks away leaving me with two hot guys.

"I am Todd." the guy with the blond hair and blue eyes says with a half wave.

"And i am Gregory." Gregory caught my eye, looks like i have a thing for black heads and blue eyes.

"nice to meet ya'll."

"SHOTS!!!!" TINA YELLS placing a tray in front of us."They were out of ciders." she winks.

"Uh huh,"

"You sure you can handle this?" Greg mummers pointing to the shots. i shot someone and my husband is a dominant, i can handle anything.

i grab a shot glass and gulp it, and it goes on till i drank five. "You were saying?"

he gave me a wicked smirk and picked up a short saluting it. "Here is to forever young!"

"WOO!"

time was going fast but i was enjoying every second, my phone vibrated seeing its my husband. "Uh," i did not know what to do, going up and down on my heels i left out a soft giggle pressing the red button letting it go to voice mail.


one direction's live while we are young blasted and i and Greg danced like there is no tomorrow with a glass of beer in each our hands, grinding into another.... "You are so hot." he purrs in my ear.

i step back with a grin. "I have a boy- i am married."

his eyes grew wide and burst from laughter. "You kidding right?"

i shook my head slightly sipping on my beer. "No i am telling the truth, he is on tour."

"Well he does not have to know."

my brow arch and i did not know what came over me but i leaned in. "I don't care if he knows or not, but i will never and i mean ever cheat on my husband." i pushed him back walking away, he grabs my hand gripping it tight.

"Oh no, you ain't leaving me hanging." i rip my hand from his grip slapping him hard over the cheek.

"Oh yes i am." i snap.

i walk back to table grabbing my jacket. "I am going home."

"What why?"

i shrug shaking my head."I do not feel well" with that i shrug on my jacket and walked out.


an hour has passed and i am home, i decided to call Andy,

"This is Andrew leave a message and i might listen to it."

i sigh heavily, crap voice mail. "Hi, uh sorry i did not answer, when you get this call me please. love you," i slam the phone shut throwing it on the counter.

well its official i am drunk.

i unclothed myself and pulled on one of Andy's shits, i climb in the side of his side twirling myself in the sheets, my head burried in Andy's pillow still smelling him. Next thing i know i fell asleep.



my eyes flicker open and a massive headache sneaks in, "Oh god." i groan eying the alarm clock seeing its 7;AM. massive hangover.

i slowly turn to my other side grabbing the sheets up to my neck. my eyes open once again and my heart stopped. "Mind explaining to me why you did not answer your phone?"

there sat my husband, in a chair eying me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "Andy."

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