Happy Ending Gone Wrong

Belladonna

I woke to hear muffled cries. I looked around for CC, but found a note instead. It was clearly CC's hand writing, seeming quick and rushed. "Bell, went to get food. Stay up stairs, don't mess with Andy. We will figure out what to do when I get back. Love CC" I sighed and set the note back down. I laid my hands in my lap. I was still sore and still felt disgusting, even after two showers. I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I had forgotten about the cries that woke me, until they became louder. I changed in to sweatpants and a tank top and left the room. I walked out and followed the cries. I stopped as I reached the basement door. The cries sound horrible, like the wailing coming form an angle. You know that they aren't suppose to cry yet they do. It's scary. The cries seem to dig themselves into your skin and slowly drag across. My hand hovers over the door nob. I slowly and gently lay my hand on it and turn it. There are a few soft squeaks, yet the crying doesn't stop. I slowly push open the door. One single loud moan comes from the door hinges. And the crying stops. I stand there looking down the stairs and I only hear frantic breathing coming from me, and few sniffles from down below. I take one step, causing the wood to groan in protest of the sudden weight. I take my time descending down below. It is darker then upstairs. There is no natural light filtering in and it smells of mold and of dust. I hear more soft cries as I reach the bottom. I look to my left and hold my breath. Andy has his head hanging and I see the rise and fall of his chest from crying. I stand there unable to move. I am staring at the man, no not a man, at the monster that had hurt me worse then any one else. I feel one tear rolling from the corner of my eye and down my cheek. I don't bother wiping it away. I just let it fall to the ground. It feels like everything is in slow motion, because Andy slowly looks up to meet my eyes, with tears in his, and a bruise on the right side of his jaw. I feel my heart speed up, and I can't move. Suddenly flash backs of what he had done come rushing back. The pain, the scratches, the tears, the begs to stop, the hatred. Something snaps in me and I can move. I am walking towards him. Andy had stopped crying and was watching me. I walk up to him and slap him as hard as I could, forcing his head to whip to the side. A red mark appears on his left cheek. My hand stings from the force I used. I didn't pay much attention to it. Andy spit out a tiny amount of blood. I felt satisfied that I cause him 1/1000 of a fraction of the pain he caused me. He keeps his head to the side, not chancing it to look at me. I felt my blood running hot underneath my skin. "You're a monster," I hiss through clenched teeth. All I want to do in the moment is rip his throat out, or crush his windpipe and watch him slowly suffocate to death. I clench my hands, digging my nails in to my palms. I feel the bit of pain from my skin ripping due to the pressure. I don't falter. I stand there glaring at him. Andy spits a few more times. "Say something," I yell. My breathing is calmer, my anger is worse. Slowly, as if he was expecting another smack, he turns and looks at me. His eye are blank. They hold no emotion. I flair my nostrils. God he IS a monster. "What should I say?" He voice is broken and a lot more scratched then normal. His lips are cracked and there is a tiny cut on his lip bleeding, from me. I smile wickedly. I don't answer his question, I simply turn on my hill and walk away, back up the stairs, slamming the door shut. I hear him yelling something, but I can't make out any of the words, except one, "Shawn". I feel my skin shiver and recoil at those five little letters.

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