I cut myself with knives and pens

woke up, in a dream land. Andys heavily tattooed arm wrapped tightly around my waist, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I smiled as I listened to the drum beat from his chest. His chest was bare, I was just in my underwear. This is the kinda position I normally wake up in after a drunk night with a stranger except I wasn't drunk last night. I remember everything. Of course we didn't screw. But it was the best night of my life.
I looked up and down my body at the bright red cuts covering my inked skin. Andy's grip tightened as he shuffled in his sleep. He was properly squeezing my arse. It hurt but I didn't want to move. Not at all. I just lay there staring at his resting face.
After a few hours his eyes opened, and his grip released. He smiled down at me.
"Morning" Oh My God! His morning voice! Urgh!
"Morning" and I sound like a strangled mouse in the morning.
I just kept staring at his smile, neither of us knew how to pull apart. Until my phone gave a buzz.
With a sigh, I reached over and answered
"Hello" I squeak, I heard a sob down the line
"Rhi-Rhiannon. It's me" it was my father
"Hey Dad?" I say it more of a question that a statement
"It's your mother. She's dead" my mother. The woman I had abandoned. Was gone. My mother hadn't really done anything really wrong apart from refusing to leave my dad.
"Rhiannon please talk to me, I'm a better man than I used to be. Please baby I have no one! I need my little girl" he cried down the phone and I sort of felt...bad for him?
Why? This man a used my mother I front of me, abused me, starved me, mentally scarred me! But he's my dad and he's all alone now.
"I've been to rehab, I've been sober for the last 2 years, please baby girl I need you"
"Dad, I live in America" he's never had any clue were I lived, he probably thought I still lived in England.
"I can fly over please hunny"
I had too
"Okay dad, fly over and you can stay with me"
"Thankyou Rhiannon, I'll book a flight, where abouts in America?"
"Get a plane to LA and I'll meet you at the airport"
I hung up the phone and placed it next to me.
"You alright?" Andy asked, I started crying...again. "Hey hey hey come here" he pulled me into a hug.
"My mothers dead. My dads coming to live with me" I cried into his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Jake lost his mother and I know how hard that was for him" he kissed my forehead and rested his chin on my scalp.
I decided it was best if I didn't tell him about my dads past, so I made t blunt.
"Me and my dad don't particularly get along, I'm going to find it so hard living with him"
He thought for a minute
"I'll come round. Everyday. We're off tour now, I'll come and visit you as often as possible! I'll help out as much as I can" he said that
"No! Andy I can't make you do that!" He protested
"Your not making me and I actually want to help Rhian. Please, let me" I nodded my head and gave him a small weak smile
I wish I had had chance to say goodbye to my mum, or to etleast have spoken to my mum.

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