The Devil in the Mirror

Rose's POV:

I clutched at Chris' shirt, sobbing into his chest. He wrapped me tightly in his arms, running his hands through my hair soothingly.

"Hey, shh, baby, it's okay. It's okay, I've got you. I'm here," he murmurs into my ear.

I say nothing and simply burry myself even more into Chris' welcoming arms. He kisses the top of my head and I cry even harder, my tears never seeming to come to an end.

"Baby? What happened?" He finally asks, pulling me away from his chest so he can take in my tear-stricken appearance.

I shake my head, my vocal cords having lost the ability to create sound for the time being. Andy comes to me rescue, the second time that night it seems, and answers for me.

"Dahvie attacked her," he states bluntly, his face blank, lacking all emotion, but his baby blue eyes remain focussed on me. There beautiful gaze filled with love, all directed at me.

"What?" Chris asks, stunned, "Dahvie from Blood on the Dance Floor?"

Andy nods, keeping his gaze on me. Chris widens his eyes and looks down at me, squeezing me affectionately.

"I'm so sorry baby," he kisses me temple, "I'll never leave you alone again."

"But you did, didn't you? And you've ignored her for what? Weeks? For no fucking reason. You know, if you had taken her to the show, or even talked to her, she wouldn't have been almost raped! What kind of shitty 'boyfriend' are you?" Andy snaps, glaring at Chris.

Chris narrows his eyes at Andy, and glares down at me momentarily before releasing me and approaching Andy. Since I was leaning on Chris, I nearly topple over, collapsing onto on of the couches. Andy reached to catch me but Chris is in his way, blocking me from his gaze. Suddenly, I don't feel too safe with Chris anymore.

"Dahvie almost raped her?! Is that why you're wearing his clothes? Why couldn't you have gone back to our bus?" He turns his attention to me and I merely whimper and hide my face in my hands, crying softly.

Andy's glare intensifies, and his jaw muscles tense angrily, "look what your doing? Are you fucking drunk right now? You know what, get the hell off my bus. And stay away from Rosie, I don't want her staying with you tonight."

"I believe she can make her own decisions, and why would she want to stay with you anyway?" Chris glowers.

"Because I've never hurt her! I've made one mistake in letting her go, and if I ever get the chance, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her." Andy says, his eyes never leaving mine.

Tears prick my eyes and I fight the urge to cry into Andy's arms. I still love him, but I love Chris too. Maybe not at the moment, but I feel something for him. He's just so different now. Not the person I fell in love with.

"You fucking love her, don't you?" Chris throws his head back laughter, "that's fucking pathetic. You know why? Because she will never, ever love you back. You hurt her beyond repair."

Andy lunches for Chris, knocking him back, and punching him square in the jaw. Chris groans and clutches his jaw, quickly recovering. Just as he raises his fist I jump between the two, getting knocked back into Andy when his fist connects with my face.

I let out a small scream and clutch my face, tears springing to my eyes once again. I'm so sick of crying today, so I do my best to hold them back. Andy pulls me to his chest and turns me around so he can quickly inspect my wound. The hurt in Chris' eyes is enough to sober him up, and he reaches for me, only to have his hand knocked back by CC.

"Back off," he growls.

"Chris, you need to leave. Now," Jake threatens, coming up behind Andy.

Chris nods and turns to leave, "I'm- I'm so sorry, Rosie. I love you."

When he leaves I break down in Andy's arms.

Notes

Well damn
lots of shit. rivalry between Chris and Andy is pretty intense. I'm terrified for Rose.

now the question is, who will she choose?