The Broken One

I wake up to a few rays of sunshine coming through my partly closed curtains. I turn over and see that Andy is already up out of bed.
I sit up and stretch before getting out of bed and walking over to my closet.
I grab a new pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and change into them, throwing my dirty clothes on the floor by the wall.
I walk down the stairs and head into the kitchen where Andy is sitting at the table, doing something on his laptop. He looks up when I walk in.
“Morning”
He says.
“Morning”
I say back, going over to the cabinet and getting out cereal, a bowl, and a spoon.
I take the items back over to the table and sit down with them. I pour the cereal and then get back up to grab the milk from the refrigerator. I pour that and then begin eat.
A few minutes later Andy gets up and pulls my medicine out of a cabinet and sorts through it, picking out the few pills I need to take in the morning.
He comes back over and sets them down on the table next to my bowl before sitting back down across from me. I take the pills as he begins to speak.
“We need to talk”
He says. His words make my heart do a nervous flutter. “We need to talk” is never something good to hear, especially when I know what he's wanting to talk about.
“About what”
Playing dumb to avoid talking about this.
“You know what”
He says, giving me a look that says he isn’t in the mood to play games.
“We need to go to the police”
He says, his voice calm.
“Nooooo”
I groan, tears already pricking my eyes.
“Why? I literally do not understand why you don’t want this guy locked up. You want him to just be free and continue on doing this to girls?”
Andy asks, his voice sounding a bit frustrated.
“I just want to forget about it. If we go to the police this whole thing becomes a huge deal and that’s the last thing I want. Every time I talk about it or think about it, it’s as bad as it was to go through it, it’s like I'm re-living it again and again”
I say, putting my hand over my mouth to try to contain the sobs that are starting.
I hear Andy sigh and get up out of his chair. He walks over and kneels down beside me, placing his arms tightly around me.
I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted, like everything that’s happened in the last few days has taken all the energy out of me.
I manage to push all my swelling emotions down and stop crying.
“Please don’t call the police”
I say weakly, my final attempt to persuade him not to.
Andy lets go of me and stands up. He leans back against the table and rubs the bridge of his nose.
After a minute of silence he voices his final decision.

Notes

The next few days I probably wont be posting. I will be spending a lot of time with family so I wont have time to write.
But on a happier note, happy holidays everyone :)

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~becca