Andy POV

I couldnt find the right words to say to her and now I hurt her.

Listening to the male voice from behind the door, I heard words like "how does it feel" and "good sex", anger was one thing I could not control, especially in this state.

I open the door and saw a guy leaning up to Chrissie to kiss her, as I clench my fists, but she stops him.

"Sorry, Mordred. But I still have And-" I didnt care to listen yo anymore of what she had to say. I pounced on top of Mordred, bringing him to the floor. He had an ugly stoner fucking sweatshirt on and I grabbed the collar of it, pulling him off of the ground and slamming his head on the ground.

"NEVER. TOUCH. MY. CHRISSIE. AGAIN." Wow. He wasnt even fighting back, he seemed liked he enjoyed it. Sick bastard.

Chrissie POV

This was getting way out of hand.

"Andy!"

He was still going at it with Mordred but Mordred lie there lifeless but he was kinda smiling... creepy.

"ANDY!" He still didnt turn around and started choking Mordred.

I needed somehow to get his attention.

Walking over to the mirror I stared at it and contemplated.

I punched the mirror anyway and it just broke into pieces without falling apart.

Andy looked up at me and I sank to the floor again, my back to him, in silent tears because I didnt want Andy to see me crying.


The dark poision seeped from my hand and ran down my arm, dripping onto my skirt.

I look to my side to see Mordred unconsicous.

"How long has he been out?" I asked in a small voice.

"About ten minutes."

I sigh and get up, only to be pulled back down into Andy's lap.
The tears start to come again, but loud tears.

"Why do you hurt me Andy?"

Notes

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