Ashley's POV

"holy shit dude... why didnt you fucking call us?" i asked after Andy had told us about everything that happened to Orianna. He was seated on the couch leaning forward with his head down, staring at his folded hands.

"I didn't want to have to tell you over the phone." he spoke softly but he was fuming. he hated this man, I've never seen so much hate in him before. after a moment of silence andy spoke again.
"I'm going to check on her, if your Gran comes home, tell her we have a friend over from out of town and she is just really tired so she's asleep." Andy instructed me, and i nodded. He glaced at the floor, then the door of the guest room holding his gaze on the door and silently opening it.

"shit man..." jinxx split the heavy air. "...I think Andy is never gonna let this go..."

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Andy's POV

I tried to open the door silently. and i did- bu she woke up with a start and gasped.

"Shhh its okay it's just me." i walked over to her and sat by the mattress she was on. She laid back down and pulled the cover over her. the room wasn't big. hell, the whole house isn't big, but it was only Ash and his grandparents so it didn't need to be big. the room had dark red walls, it was left over paint from Ash's room that we used on these walls because the nasty tan was "unbearable" honestly Ash, i never thought it was that bad. the mattress Orianna was on, had black sheets and ashley's old star comforter, with a mis-matched pillow case. the room had a floor lamp and an old dusty desk covered in Kerrang! and Rolling Stones magazines. the only other thing in the room was a small dresser and some christmas lights over the door.


"hey... how do you feel?" i asked her quietly, pushing the hair out of my face to see her better. she laughed.

"completely shit." she said looking back at me. still under the cover of the blanket.

"thank you again fo-"

"You dont have to keep thanking me Orianna...?" she got the hint i wanted her last name. but she hesitated.

"...A-Amor. why?" i smiled Amor means Love in french
"Amor means love." i blurted out quietly she giggled.
"i know-" her smile faltered. i raised my eyebrow.

"what's wrong?" i reached out for her hair and touched it.

"kinda ironic, huh?" my smile vanished and she sat up in a seated position on the bed. as she sat up her sleeve caught on her jeans and pulled up, only for a second, but enough to see deep cuts on her arms. self-inflicted wounds. I've seen it all before, burns, stabbing, cutting, even bruising. but it was murderous to see every single time. I had to say something. I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, she hasitated before gently putting her hands around my neck.

"Andy?" she said muffled by her ear down on my shoulder and her nose brushing against my neck through my hair.

"I want you to think of the people who hurt you like sandpaper. They may scratch and cut you a bit-" she interrupted me.

"or a lot." i ignored it

"-but in the end, you end up polished and they, end up useless." i pulled away at the last words and looked into her deep beautiful eyes.

She is the most beautiful girl i will ever see.

Notes

AWWWandy really likes Ora! LEAVE A COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY