I cut myself with knives and pens

Andy had been over everyday for the last two weeks. He came to help me cook and clean and on my really low days he'd help me with the most simple stuff that was still too mentally challenging. Eating, he occasionally helped me by literally feeding the food into my mouth. Washing, he'd help me wash my hair. Making myself look good, he'd help me paint my nails, and do my hair and makeup, Andy's surprisingly good at that. Sometimes he'd even help me get out off bed in the morning and get into bed at night.
He was extremely helpful.
I had arranged a date with my dad, he was coming over today.
I could see the sun through my closed eyelids, I crept them open seeing Andy stood there opening the curtains.
"Morning cupcake"
His cute little nickname for me, I got from, well the amount of times I've sent him to get cupcakes for me.
"So what's the plan for today? What time you meeting your dad?" He was so organised, more like an assistant than a friend.
"Two, I arranged to meet him at two."
"Well you better get up and get ready then, it's eleven now. I've made you some coffee."
I sat up in my bed and saw the glass of coffee sat next to me, I looked forwards and saw Andy picking out an outfit for me.
I drank my coffee while Andy through on my bed, a red tarted skirt, a Marilyn Manson top, a pair of black knee highs and a pair of Doc martins.
I stood up and looked at the outfit he laid out, he had amazing sense of fashion. I slipped into the outfit and sat at my makeup table. After making myself look presentable, I skipped down the stairs to see that tall, black haired man stood at my door, fiddling with a pair off keys.
Why was I so pumped today? 30th of October, one more day till Halloween, the one day a year I actually really enjoy.
I got in Andy's car and checked myself in the mirror. I looked...okay. For once.
After a drive that lasted 90 minutes, I was finally at the airport, just as the plane was landing.
It took a while but I saw him. He didn't look the same. He lost his beard, he was dressed well and he actually looked happy.
Not happy..he was heartbroken his wife had died. He just looked a lot better. A lot less crazy.
He saw me and his face lit up.
"Rhiannon?"
"Dad"
I burst into tears and ran over to him, arms wide open. He span me around, kissing my cheek.
"My baby girl" I looked at him to see him crying. Wow he had changed.
We headed home in awkward silence. I had told Andy all about my past so he knew exactly what my dad had done....and wasn't happy about it.
So the car journey went Abit like this.
"So Andy?" My dad says trying to break the msilence.
"Yes?" He mumbles through gritted teeth.
"Have you and Rhiannon been friends for long?"
"Nope" Andy's fave was slowly turning red
"And is it just friendship?" As soon as those words escape my dads lips both me and Andy turn to face each other.
His mouth was in a small O shape and I was biting my lip. Please say...
"No"
I sighed under my breathe. Disappointing. I mean we aren't a thing but I was hoping that's what it was becoming.
We eventually got to my flat and I Showed my Dad the way in. I unlocked my front door and led him into the living area.
"Make yourself at home" I raise my shoulders, thankful the tense car journey had ended.
"Wow it's wonderful. Thankyou so much baby for letting your old man stay here, I felt lost after..after...." He took a seat on my sofa and lowered his head. It was so sad to hear about my mother.
I opened my mouth to speak, not knowing what words were going to come out but was saved by Andy carrying my fathers bags up.
"Thankyou Andy" I smile
"Any time cupcake. You want me to go?"
"No! Stay. Please." He closed his eyes, grinning.
"Anything for you"
Dad made himself comfy in the guest room, and me and Andy went downstairs to make food.
"I cannot believe you're letting him into your life" Andy takes a seat as I get all the food out. "After what you've told me, he doesn't deserve this"
"He's changed. He's been rehab, he's been sober a couple of years and if you knew him before...
He's had a smart hair cut, shaved his terrifying beard that gave me nightmares, he's lost weight and he speaks a lot differently. His voice sounds....warm. Where as before his voice sounded cold and deep, it was terrifying to hear drunk."
"I know you keep saying. I just care about you Rhiannon. If something happened, I'd never forgive myself" I served dinner out and switched the Tv in while we ate. The news came on.
"Incoming, a young 22 year old Storm Wild was found dead earlier this afternoon"
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I dropped my knife and fork and stood up, making my meal fly everywhere. Please say I heard wrong.
"The victim was said to have been sliced with a butchers knife around 5pm"
5. I was busy discussing my father with Andy, while my longest friend was being brutally murdered. Her picture came on the top right corner off the screen.
This was Real! Storm was actually dead!
I felt my knees just suddenly go as I collapsed to the floor screaming. Andy caught me just in time, fleeing his seat and throwing his arms around my waist.
My full weight on his two arms, I screamed.
He knelt down and I couldn't do anything except sob into his chest. Why would someone want to kill Storm? She's the loveliest girl you could ever meet! Everyone she spoke to instantly loved her, I was just somehow lucky enough for her to become my best friend.
Even in adulthood, despite her becoming closer to Emily and me becoming closer to Beth, she still meant the world to me. I would've died for her!

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