Falling Angels

Claire's POV
After he closed the door, I began to get undressed. I still couldn't believe that I was staying the night in my idol's house. Pulling a long sleeved shirt over my head, I thought about Andy and Juliet. I couldn't believe that Juliet would do that to him. He didn't deserve that pain. After slipping into some shorts, I unlocked the door and climbed into bed. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and felt someone's weight on the bed. Assuming it was just Andy checking on me, I pretended to be asleep. Slowly, he pulled up my sleeve to reveal my hideous scars. 'NO!' I wanted to scream. I didn't want anyone, especially Andy, to see the evidence of my past. Somehow I managed to keep it together. Suddenly, the weight on the bed shifted and I could feel Andy's cold, smooth lips caress my skin. The cool metal of his lip ring pressed against my scars. He pulled away and whispered, "You are still beautiful to me." I almost cried. No one had called me beautiful in years. Again, I managed to keep it together as he stroked my arm with one of his fingers. After a couple minutes of silent stroking, the weight on the bed disappeared. "Goodnight." he whispered. Exhausted from all of my crying, I fell asleep with Andy on my mind.

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