The Morticians Daughter

Ugh... My head hurts.. I groggily moaned out in pain as I felt my surroundings.

Carpet. Am I on the floor? I heard a text from my phone and my eyes opened for the first time. I opened up to a sleeping andy about 3 inches from my face. I giggled slightly as he snored. I was a bit louder than expected because Andy's eyes shot open.

"What's up, alcoholic?" His voice was raspy from sleep. It was also really low. It was kinda a turn on.
"Alcoholic?" I asked as I bit my lip, obviously unsure of what he's saying.

"You don't remember? Haha you pretty much finished the bottle last night. You cannot handle alcohol.." Andy chuckled as he sat up and handed me my phone. It's from my dad. The text.

Dad: hey honey I need you home. We need to talk. ~dad.

Hmm.. I wonder what it's about. Where are my pants?? I looked around.
"Over there." Andy chuckled pointing to the fireplace where my faded jeans where. I giggled as I sat up and pulled them on. I also see violet and Tate cuddled up on the sofa, snoring there asses off.

"Andy, could you give me a ride home? My dad says he needs to talk to me about something." "Sure. My dad said he needed me home to. That he has bad news or whatever. I will drop you off. After we made a note to violet that we where leaving, we headed into Andy's car as he lit a cigarette and pulled out of the drive way. It was cold so andy turned the heat up and inserted a cd.

For some reason I had the urge to hold Andy's hand, but I kept myself from doing it as andy hummed to boulevard of broken dreams by green day. The thought of my dad made me worry.

He only needs to talk to me about important stuff. I wonder what this could be about. I caught a glimpse of myself threw Andy's car mirror. Oh my god. I look like a wreck. My hair is wildly curly. My face also had no makeup on. I look like a natural disaster.

Ugh. About ten more minutes of comfortable silence, andy pulled into my driveway. I got out of the car as I waved at andy.

"I'm gonna see what my dad wants, and I'm gonna head over. If it's okay." "Sure." Andy put out his cigarette. "See you in a bit." He said as I shut the car door and unlocked the front door.

"Dad! I'm home!" I yelled as I stomped my boots off from the snow outside. "In here, kelley." My dad called out from the living room. I walked in to see he was sitting on his recliner and he had a beer in his hand. He looked kinda stressed.

"Hey is everything okay? You only drink when something bad happens.." I sucked in a breathe as he motioned me to sit.

"You know what my job is, right?" He blankly spoke out as he sipped in his beer and looked straight down, after a quick glimpse of me every few seconds.

"No.. You never talk about your job." I blankly spoke as he did. But worry was in my voice. What was my dad getting at? He sighed heavily and began to spoke again.

"I'm a mortician, kelley." Well that kinda surprised me.

"You... Your.. Mortician?" I was honestly kinda shocked. I didn't see my dad as the type to have that sorta job. "Well.. That was a surprise." I let out a breathe I didn't know that I was holding. "That's not all.." He chugged his beer. And set it on the coffee table. I froze as he did.

"Amy passed away.."

My eyes widened. What.. "Wait... What.." I sucked in another breathe as Andy's mother blurred in my vision.. She can't be dead.. Oh my god no..

"She got in a car wreck.. I knew because I'm the mortician. I called Chris as soon as I found out. She was in a car accident. I'm sorry, hun." Wait.. No. This can't happen. That's Andy's mother for crying out loud! I quickly stood up as I began to felt light headed.

"This is terrible.." I whispered. All I could think about was how andy is going to take this.. Oh my god he is going to be so heart broken. He was a mamas boy. This is going to break him.

"Andy.. I need to be with andy.." I began walking out of the house after hearing my dad attempt to stop me, but I didn't listen. Andy can't loose his mother. He doesn't deserve that! I ran out of the house and threw Andy's yard as I ran up the porch. But before I could knock or even open the door, it swung open. A wild andy with hot tears streaming down his face and a look of hate wandered over him. He stared at me until he finally broke.

"Andy.." I hugged him as tight as I could. He fell to his knees, as I did to to comfort him. I saw his dad behind the door with fresh tears in his eyes as well. Andy sobbed into my chest holding my waist.

I have never seen him like this before. He was so.. Broken.. And vulnerable.. I choked back my tears, I knew I had to be strong for him. But it hurt me so bad to see him like this. We where on his porch. He just sobbed hard into my chest as I stroked his hair.

"Why? Why me!" He cried and breathed heavily. I just stroked his hair and rocked him back and forth. Chris soon went up the stairs in his house, leaving me and andy on the porch. "Andy, we need to get you inside. Your as cold as ice.." I shivered.

As I felt his hot tears on my shirt.

"I can't move.." He sobbed.
"I can't hear.." He cried harder..

"I can't breathe.." He whispered into my chest as he sobbed quieter.

Andy finally broke..

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