I woke up, a pressure in my head pounding on my temples. I tried sitting up but the pounding in my head got worse and I heaved over in pain. Someone grabbed me and pulled my head back down onto their lap.
"Don't move so fast." He told me. I turned my head and looked up to see Andrew. I quickly shot up, holding my side. I looked at him and quickly stood up from the couch, grabbing my stuff. "What are you doing?" Andrew asked me. I sighed and grabbed my sketch notebook and a pen from my school bag, writing "I better go home." on it and held it up for Andrew to read. I put the book down and walked toward the door, but someone grabbed my hand. "Wait, just stay the night. You are still weak and it's late. You can stay in my room." Andrew told me. I shook my head walk went for the door but Andrew's grip did not loosen. "Please. It's not safe." he pleaded. I sighed and nodded, causing Andrew to relax his shoulders in relief. He smiled and took my hand in his, leading me upstairs.
I walked slightly behind him but his hand did not let go of mine for once second when he brought me to a big master bedroom. The floor was covered with clothes, magazines, and sheet music, and electric guitar lay against a wall in it's stand and picks lay in a small pile on the floor. It was a mess but quite cute. The head board of king size bed propped against a wall in the middle of the room, it had a black comforter and matching pillows. Andrew let go of my hand and walked over to a dresser taking out come clothes and handing them to me. He gave me: [polyvore] I looked down at the boxers and smiled real big. Andrew chuckled, "You like Batman?" he asked. I looked up and nodded my head frantically. He smiled, "Well you get changed and I'll be right back." he told me, leaving the room. I put my stuff down on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. I took off my already unbuttoned sweater and dress shirt and slid off my plaid skirt. I examined my stomach, a wrap bandage went all the way around my stomach under my breast, it had a slight stain of red on it but other than that it looked new. I sighed and slowly slid on the band tee, trying not to hurt my ribs, then put my legs threw the boxers. I tied my hair up into a ponytail with an elastic band I had on my wrist, just as Andrew appeared back in the doorway with a glass of water. "You okay?" he asked. I just smiled and crawled into the bed. Andrew set the glass down on the nightstand next to me and grabbed the covers placing them just over my thighs. "Goodnight." he whispered and started walking away. I lunged forward grabbing Andrew's shirt and made an ehp sound, he stopped and turned. "What's wrong?" he asked, I stared at him, my eyes drooping a bit but big and scared. He chuckled, "There's nothing to afraid of." he told me, that boy can read me like a book, there has been no one who could ever read me. I pointed to the empty spot next to me and gave him puppy dog eyes. "You want me to sleep with you?" Andrew asked, I nodded shyly. "Are you sure?" he asked, trying to be as polite as he can. I nodded and he smiled walking around the bed, he peeled off his shirt and crawled into the bed in his tight skinnies. He went under the covers next to me but stayed a distance away. I laid down, facing him but we were so far apart. I argued with myself for a moment before scooting over and laying my head in his chest. His arms moved hesitantly around me but when he did it felt so right and safe something I have never felt before, his hand moved up to my head and lightly pet the back of my hair.
After a few moments of silence Andrew's deep voice chimed threw me. "Remains, that's a cool name." he stated, I just nodded even though I hate the name my bitch of a biological mother gave me. "Remains? Why did you run away from me last night?" Andrew asked me, I was hoping he would not bring that up but oh well. I looked up at him embarrassed and trying to figure out a way to tell him. He looked down at me then smiled. "Oh I get it. You're a fan and was surprised when you realized it was me." he chuckled. I nodded and tried to ignore the fact he was laughing at me. "I thought it was cause I did something wrong." he said still laughing a bit. I shook my head his arms grabbed around me tighter putting my closer into his chest. He sighed and it was silent. "How long have you been mute?" he finally asked me, I was waiting for something like that. I thought for a moment then placed my finger on his bare chest tracing the number five. "Years?" he asked shocked, I nodded. "Why?" He asked, I just shrugged and buried my head into his chest more. "Oh I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me yet." he told me petting my head. "What do your parents say to that though?" he asked me. I shrugged and traced on his chest 'don't have any.' Andrew looked at me confused. "Then who do you live with?" He asked. I traced 'foster parents' on his chest and just relaxed against him. "Oh, sorry. You should go to sleep now." he whispered to me. I nodded and closed my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep as Andrew softly sang to himself.