The Overprotective One

Andy was screaming at me. "HE IS A MAN WHORE, NYX! ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS KNOCK YOU UP THEN LEAVE YOU! HE MIGHT BE MY BEST FRIEND BUT I WON'T LET ANYONE TOUCH YOU!" I stood up and got in his face.
"YOU AREN'T MY DAD! YOU CAN'T PROTECT ME!" At this point tears fell down my face. I began sobbing and my voice quieted. "There are things, things I've done, that should kill someone." The hoodie covered my arms, and my sweats covered my thighs, but Andy reached for them. I slapped him as hard as I could through the sleeves.
I jumped down and ran from the bus my converse lightly thudding against the black top. I pulled my phone out of the hoodie. I called my friend Alex. I cried into the phone. She didn't pick up. I called her 12 more times. I cried had as I ran into a dark and only slightly taller figure. I stepped back mumbling sorry's and excuses. He grabbed my arms and I tried to step away. He shushed me.
"Its only me Nyx." Ashley's voice purred. I hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of my head as I sobbed into is bare chest. He rubbed my back keeping his hands high and respectful. My sobs made my whole body tremor. I heard Andy's loud boots storm towards us. Ashley wrapped around my waist tightly as he pulled me closer. Andy growled as he came closer. Ashley hissed and I looked up seeing a large smile grow on his face. He leaned down slightly and kissed my lips gently. I didn't kiss back I was too shocked, sad, and upset. He whimpered quietly since he didn't get a response but he pulled away smiling at my brother, still not close enough to do anything. Ashley sighed. He looked down at me in my sad and still crying eyes. "Why are you crying my love?" He purred making the last word louder so my brother could hear as he was less than 20 feet away.
I mumble so only he could hear, "Andy." As the word left my mouth, Andy came an pulled us apart. His face came close to Ashley's.
"You don't know where to stop do you Ash?"
"Nope I guess not. But maybe you should leave her with me." He nodded towards me. "She did run away run away from you. Now look at her. She is crying because of you too." Something hit inside Andy and he realized what had done. But he wasn't going to back down. He pushed Ashley slightly. He took my right wrist, the one he didn't grab before and gripped it tightly. I whimpered in pain, and Ashley's hand shot out to help me but when Andy lifted his chin slightly Ashley stepped back. Andy loosened his grip, but not by much. Then the cuts in my arms began to bleed again and I whimpered louder. Andy dragged me back to the bus and shoved me up the stairs.

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