Vibrator

I started to have a panic attack, getting short of breathing, my heart pounded in my chest quickly. My hands shook slightly at my side, and I felt totally lost. It was like I was in a whole different place, just I had the same surrounding and the same people. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself so I could tell Andy.
“A-Andy?” I choked out my name quietly, gently tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.
“Hm?” He looked down at me and his eyes slightly widened as he saw how panicked and scared I looked.
“I-I don’t want to be h-here...P-People from my school a-are here…” I stuttered slightly, my grip tightening on his sleeve. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“So, what about them?” [ANDY YOU IDIOT] Andy asked. Did he really not remember?
“T-They s-saw the picture…” I felt my eyes begin to water, and the expression on his face finally told me he understood.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to need to face them sometime. Just don’t even talk to them and stay close to me.” I wish Andy would have just let us leave, but of course he had to make sure that I was ok and make me stay so I could get over it.
“A-Andy…” I mumbled, wiping my eyes before any tears fell. He walked up to the counter and I let go, following close behind him. He ordered for himself and then for me, but I couldn’t help the murmurs and gasps from behind me. And thats when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I drew my breath in sharply, fearing to turn around and witness whoever was behind me. I slowly turned in my heels, giving them a small, fake smile.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to make sure I didn’t stutter as I said the one simple word.
“You are [Name], right?” It was a female who went to my school. She was wearing a crop top that said some stupid definition of selfie on it, with jeans and then some floral printed combat books. Her bleach blonde hair hung in delicate curls over each shoulder, and she had LOADS of makeup on.
“Uh-Uh…yeah...why?” I asked and bit down on my tongue harshly. I saw her eyes widen slightly and a slight smile came to her face.
“Did he like, rape you or something? Or are you really screwing older guys?” She asked and I felt a lump grow in my throat.
“I-I uh-we-no-um…” I started to stutter, I had no clue how to respond to that. A voice spoke up from behind me and I felt myself relax.
“[Name], is this one of your friends?” Andy spoke up.
“Uh...she goes to my school…” As I looked back at the girl, her eyes widened and she gasped.
“You’re that guy she was with! So you are just screwing older men. You slut!” Even though she was surprised, she spoke softly. Andy had placed his hands on my shoulder and I felt the grip tighten at what the girl had said, but then his hands fell off of my shoulders. He walked close to the girl, leaning down slightly.
“You better shut the fuck up and never call her a slut or a whore or a bitch ever again..!” I heard him growl. I let the words sink into me. I was a slut, wasn’t I? My breath was shaky as I actually realized the truth.
“A-Andy...can w-we please just g-go…” I choked out, feeling the tears start to stream down my face. He stood still, remaining to stare down at her.
“And I suppose you haven’t fucked anyone ever, since you are a perfect virgin.” I saw how angry and upset he looked.
“That’s none of your business.” She responded, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’ll take that as you have, now, who is the slut?” He asked and gave her a sarcastic smile.
“And also, since it IS none of my business, is [Name’s] sex life any of your business.” Andy said, and there was no comment from the girl.
“That’s what I thought.” He stood up straight and our coffee was gone, so he grabbed it and started to walk out of the popular coffee shop, and I followed Andy shortly behind him.
“You didn’t need to do that…” I mumbled to myself, but loud enough for Andy to hear.
“What? So am I supposed to just stand there when you get called a slut? What type of person would I be? I saw how much pain you were in the other night when you came to the front door at 11 at night. I don’t want to see you being like that every single day, and start to fear going out in public. I’m supposed to keep you safe, protect you, that’s what your mother and father said to me before she died and he disappeared. I’m not going to let you get called a slut, or a whore, or a bitch ever! No matter if a boy or girl calls you that. The last thing I want is you coming to me, telling me that you did something horrible to yourself because of what people said. I would have felt that I did nothing to stop you from keeping you happy and healthy and unharmed. Do you understand why I did that now?” All of what he said came out like he was yelling at me, and once again I felt tears wetting my cheeks. I slowly nodded.
“C-Could w-we please just g-go home..?” I asked him, and I heard him sigh and he nodded.
“Yeah. whatever you want.” Andy said. We both got into the car and he drove home, but this time he didn’t sing. We drove in complete silence. I sipped at my coffee and I finished once we reached the house, but it looked different, kind of off to me. I tried my hardest to shrug off that feeling, and I somehow managed to.
The rest of the day was silent between me and Andy, and soon the sun was down and everything outside was dark.
“I’m going to bed.” Andy looked over at me and I nodded.
“I’ll be up there in a second, I just need to go to the bathroom.”
“Ok, see you in a few, Princess.” I watched him walk upstairs before I stood up, hand going into my pocket. Was I going to do it? No I am too big of a pussy to do anything that would harm myself, but I know I want to. Something that would cope...almost cover the pain of the words...and replace it with crimson. No. No. No. No. No. No. Don’t. You. Dare. I didn’t go to the bathroom, I just stood there, my brain drifting off to the dark side of everything. I started to walk, trying to empty any of those thoughts from my mind. I went to my room and got into my pajamas, a larger t-shirt with some shorts and walked to Andy’s room. He was already laying in bed, most likely only in his boxers. I silently crawled in next to him and his arms immediately wrapped around me.
“Andy?” I whispered to him.
“Hm?”
“Could you sing to me..?” I asked and he sighed softly.
“Of course I will, Princess.” I smiled softly.
He took a deep breath and began singing until I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

New chapter.

Sorry that it is kind of depressing.

I promise to add a warning if I have any sensitive material or possibly triggering events in the story.

Hope you enjoyed.