Heaven waits for no angels

Andy's P.O.V

"We need to talk." I ordered as I stared at the woman who was behind all my misery, and who had broken my heart just days before. She was a Oleander flower, beautiful but deadly. "I need answers. I can't just wonder why you don't want to marry me anymore." I felt all the pain I had been experiencing coming back as my heart started to hurt, literally.

My heart shattering again at just the thought of what had happened between us. "Why'd you say no?" My voice rose and I sounded like a girl. I didn't care anymore, I couldn't. I couldn't hide the fact that she broke my heart. She looked at my sympathetically, but didn't answer. She was to busy watching the tears stroll down my cheeks.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" The pain shown through more than the eagerness for an answer. She came closer to me as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. "Do you remember the first time we fought, and you said as long as I was trying, you would stay?" I thought for a moment, I remembered that day like it was yesterday.

"You weren't trying, you didn't want to marry me." Everything was getting harder and harder for both of us to say without sounding weak. "If I wasn't trying I wouldn't have went to Jinxx's last night and begged you to come home and talk to me, or at least even look at me! I wouldn't have sent you thousands of texts and called you countless times!" She yelled trying to sound and be superior, but in the end the pain I forced on her as well didn't let her win that battle.

I looked up to see the cuts on her wrist she had made the night I had walked out on her. I wished it was the first time I'd ever seen the evidence of her self harm addiction, but I would be lying. I had first seen it when she interviewed us after our concert. AddiLynn was always a very artistic person, she loved to paint and she was actually really good at it. She always paints a lovely picture, but sometimes there's a shocking twist. The paintbrush is a razor, and the canvas is her wrist. "Why do you do this to yourself?" I finally asked her after months of keeping silent. "Sometimes, I like to be in charge of my own pain." She stated, "And the truth is, I cut myself knowing I deserve it."

She cried for a moment, both of us not saying a word. Then she spoke, breaking the silence. "I want to marry you Andrew, I love you. I wish I could but I can't." Every time I heard her say that, the pain got worse as it grew. A wildfire in a forest. She ripped my heart out over and over again; throwing it on to the ground and stomped it, crushed it. "Andy, I think it's time you really know about my childhood, in detail."

"I already do!" I cried again wondering what her childhood had to do with us getting married. "Just listen!" She snapped at me, causing me to flinch. I watched as her head fell into her lap, comforted by her palms. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I want to marry you, legally, I can't."

This didn't make any since, why couldn't she marry me if she wanted to? Or did she really just not want to? "I'm already married. I have been since I was fourteen years old. I never got a divorce, I'm to afraid to face my husband."

I could feel the shock running through me, she had electrocuted me again. I knew the expression on my face hurt her, but I couldn't help it. Letting all the information she had just gave me sink in to my brain, she didn't speak for a moment, and neither did I. "Why did you have to? Did they tell you they wouldn't hurt you anymore?" I was angrier about the situation more than I ever was before.

Why didn't she tell me all of this before? Was I not worth the truth? Didn't she trust me? "It was never about me after I had turned fourteen." She forcibly responded, seeming like she wanted me to feel stupid for asking. Like she was assuming I would already know, like I was there. "I was protecting my daughter." I felt the world I thought I knew crash around my head like a pile of bricks.

She has a daughter? Where was she? What is she like? Is she alive? Did they kill her? Why isn't she with her mother? Is this all a joke? All the questions running around in my mind haltered to a stop when she spoke again. "He wanted to marry me so I couldn't run off and get him for rape. My parents, always being drunk, signed the consent papers. But I told him I'd never say 'I do'. Until I showed up and realized my daughter was in the arms of Dallas, with a butcher knife in hand. So I said 'I do', and got married. Two weeks later, I woke up and she was gone, 'sent away'.

When I was sixteen, I tricked my parents the same way to sign my papers for emancipation and left. I tried to find out what they did to my daughter, but never could. I didn't even know she was alive until two weeks before you came into my life. I got a letter saying that I needed to either take her punishment or hers would be fatal. I didn't want to be the reason she died, ever. So that's why I continued to get rapped and abused. To protect her, and you."

"Me?!" I heard myself say out loud, honestly without meaning to. "I started getting them more and more over the years, but once we got together not only did they threaten my daughter, they threatened your life too." Everything she said sent chills down my spine and numbed my brain to the point where it hurt.

All this time, I thought I was protecting her, but she was protecting me?


Feeling all the tiny cracks that covered my heart travel down and breaking my soul.

I'm no body's hero.

AddiLynn burst out crying as she held it in for far to long. "I didn't want Aubrey to end up like her twin, Anna. When I was pregnant, there was two heartbeats. I thought I could trust Dallas, but he told Christopher. Christopher wasn't happy. He said he didn't need another mouth to feed, let alone three. I went upstairs one day when I was five months pregnant.They let me out from the basement, only to do their laundry. I was standing upstairs, about to bring the basket down with me when he pushed me down the stairs. I broke my cheek bone, wrist, and all my ribs, and my heart falling down those stairs. I rushed out of there and down the street to the hospital, they did an emergency ultra sound and wrapped my arm and ribs up in some cloth. The ultra sound confirmed that there was only one heartbeat. That day, is still the worst day of my life."

AddiLynn didn't say anything else, she started to cry heavier. The worst type of crying, when your lips start to shake and tears build up quickly and fall fast. She crouched over, trying to suck it in and not make any noise. But it hurts too much to hold it in, so she let it all out yelping, crying. Then, comes the loss of breath which sucks because not only are you crying out loud, but she feels ashamed for not breathing too.

She's just a mess. I had experienced losing someone dear to me. For all those who understand, no explanation is needed. For all those who don't understand,no explanation is possible. Both AddiLynn and I this entire time were upset, and honestly just wanting to be comforted by the other. But at the same time, we both felt the other should be the one to give in, because they needed the comfort more. I couldn't stand to see her so hurt anymore, I gave in.

I wrapped my arms around her and comforted her as I myself was still taking this all in. I had a daughter, her daughter, is my daughter. I had a daughter. It's like she flipped a switch and became someone I never knew. She was a mother of two, one daughter, one angel playing in the sky. She calmed down enough to talk, only to break down again after speaking.

"People say I should be over it, but I'm not. It still haunts me everyday. They say that time heals all wounds, it really doesn't. The pain from the wounds remain, you eventually just learn how to live with the feeling of being dead inside; the mind, protecting your sanity, covers them with scar tissue and pain lessons but it's never gone. My child did exist, she made me a mother forever."

I've never heard so much heartbreak in anyone's voice before.

It took about two hours before AddiLynn ran out of tears. Now that I knew everything and had my answers, I felt bad for walking out on her. All the pain, and the truth, she wears like a battle wound. So ashamed, so confused, she is broken and bruised. But she still caused me this feeling of complete and utter heartbreak; although now I knew she never meant for me to feel it, I knew the feeling wasn't going to just go away, it would take time.

Maybe it was selfish, but she still had hurt me too. "AddiLynn" I whispered softly to her as her head laid on my chest, arms wrapped around me, and mine around her. "I understand you weren't trying to hurt me, but you did. And I'm sorry but I just can't pretend that know that I know why this happened, that you didn't hurt me." I cleared my mind as the words fell out my mouth and onto my lips.

"I understand, I'm sorry." She whispered, "But Andy, I still have one more confession to make." What else could she possibly have to tell me now? More secrets? Seriously? AddiLynn got up and left the room and came back in with her coat. "Please don't be mad." She winced at her own words then waited a moment, and handed me a picture.

A sonogram.

"I'm pregnant Andy, and you're a father, of twins."

Notes

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