Vibrator

I hate school. Every second about it. I was a freshman, making me the bottom of everybody. We were the youngest at the busy high school. People would make fun of you if you didn’t dress like a whore, but if you weren’t popular and you dressed like a whore you would be shamed. I myself, always went to school in black jeans with some kind of band shirt on, people never really made fun of me, they really never even talked to me. I had my few close friends. Alexandra...Madison...Lilly....Ryan…. Well, not Ryan anymore. After what happened Andy told me that if he goes near me he would practically kill Ryan. Andy’s over protectivness was nice at times, it made me feel safe. But sometimes is was just bothersome, always getting in the way of me having fun. I’ve learned to become sneaky, sneak out to parties through my bedroom window whenever I could, but only if one of my friends were going also.
It seems like ages since the first time Andy fucked me, but we still sleep and cuddle together almost every night. And that is exactly what we were doing now, Andy was fast asleep and snoring lightly so I carefully removed myself from his tight grip, scooting off the bed and going out of them bedroom. I closed his door quietly and tip toed over to my room and closed the door also. Sorting through my closet I found a pair of high waisted black jean shorts and I paired it with a cute, colorful crop top. I then grabbed a pair of slip on shoes and put them on, opening up my window and starting to crawl out. The house wasn’t quite tall, so I managed to easily hop down off of it but it still scared me almost every time. Once I felt my feet hit the soft grass I started walking and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I texted my friend that I was on my way.
“Hey Alex I’m starting 2 walk to ur house, see u in 4.” I put my phone back in my pocket and started to walk. Then I felt my phone buzz against my thigh and I sighed. I took it out and read the message that was on it.
“[Name], is this true!?!” Alex said and I clicked on the photo that was attached. It-it was of...me and Andy...in my bedroom...when ithappened. I stared at the photo in complete horror. How did someone get this!? I felt tears start to boil up in my eyes, soft whimpers leaving my lips. I didn’t want to go to the party anymore.
“[Name], I know for SURE that is you!” My phone started to buzz crazily and couldn’t stand it. I turned it off and turned around, quickly walking back to the house. Shit, I forgot to take the house key with me… I thought to myself. I was going to be forced to either sit outside until morning or ring the doorbell and wait for Andy to answer. I liked the second option better, it was cold outside and I didn’t have a jacket. I wiped my eyes, smearing my makeup everywhere.
Once I got to the door my hand hesitated but I pressed the doorbell twice, shaking slightly as I sobbed gently. I was a total mess. I wanted to die. I didn’t want to need to deal with this embarrassment. I heard soft footsteps and then the door swung open.
“What the fuck do you want it’s 12 at nigh-” Andy started saying and then looked down at me, rubbing his eyes.
“[Name], what the hell are you doing out here?” He asked and pulled me inside quickly with him, closing the door and then locking it. I didn’t say a word. I just hugged Andy tightly, sobbing quietly into his chest.
“Whoah what’s wrong?” Andy asked me, his voice filled with concern.
“T-they found out!” I sobbed out still hugging him.
“Who is they and what did they find out?” Andy questioned and I knew he was staring down at me. I looked up at him, mascara smudged over my cheeks and my cat eyeliner winged out even more.
“They-They, my classmates...The people at my-my school. They found out about...about us…” I only started to sob harder as I said it, almost as if I was excepting what happened, knowing that it was reality and not just another one of my fucked up dreams.
Andy was silent, his mouth slightly hung ajar, his eyes wide.
“How did they find out?” I knew he was faking his calm voice, he was just trying to make me feel better. He brought me over to the couch and sat me down, sitting down next to me.
“S-Someone took a picture through my window...and...and sent it to many other people. A mass text around the whole school.” I took the phone out of my pocket and turned it on, seeing that I had 82 new message notifications. I didn’t want to look at any of them. I went to the chat that I had with Alex and brought up the picture, choking back another sob as I turned the phone around to show Andy the picture. He took the phone from my hand and stared at the picture for a few seconds before turning it off and putting it behind him.
“Th-They’ve been calling me whore and slut and other awful names...I-I just...want to...die…” I mumbled out with another sob. But then I quickly regretted saying that. I knew Andy was such a caring person, and he would get angry at me whenever I said something dark like that.
“Sweetheart, don’t ever say that around me. You are beautiful, you are smart, you are kind. Just because you had sex doesn’t mean you are a whore or a slut.” After Andy said this he leaned in and kissed my lips gently, but I-I just shoved him away.
“D-Don’t touch me...t-this is all because of y-you...because of u-us…” My voice sounded tortured, it was filled with pain and sadness.
“J-Just p-please...Leave me a-alone…” I got up and walked upstairs slowly, I felt Andy’s eyes staring at my back as I walked away from him.
“[Name] I-” He cut himself off and I heard loud swearing coming from him. Once I got to my room I continued to hear noises, loud bangs and things shattering. Did I really upset him that much? W-What if he kills himself!? It had been a few minutes and I decided to go downstairs. When I went to the kitchen, dishes we shattered, there was a broken chair and there was also a bleeding Biersack. I quickly ran over to him, wincing as I felt a piece of porcelain stab into my foot. I felt warm liquid start to erupt from both of my feet but I didn’t care about that. I sat down next to him and heard him crying.
“A-Andy I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean any of it...It isn’t your fault at all…” I hugged him and he started to cry into my shoulder.
“Andy...shh...it’ll be ok…” I gently rubbed his back.
“[N-Name]...I’m-I’m so sorry that I’m causing you pain…” Andy mumbled. This was the first time I have ever seen him in this state. Did I really break him?

Notes

I know I know its sad and I started crying during the making of it because I broke my own heart.

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