All I Can See Are These Flames Around Me

The tears in my eyes didn't really stop when I realized that Ashley hadn't come back for me. To be honest, I began to cry harder simply out of relief that it wasn't him that held me. I knew I was safe with this stranger, but no amount of safety could stop my tears at the moment. Cowering in my savior's arms, my tears soaked through their black top.

Whoever it was that was holding me must have been pretty confused as to why there was a strange girl on their bus crying her eyes out. But they didn't ask questions, which I was thankful for. Instead they simply held me and allowed me to get all the crying out of my system.

I was lead over to a couch near the front of the bus and was helped down onto the cushion. My finder still had an arm around me, probably unsure as to what to do next. Deciding what to do next for them, I turned towards them and without looking cried into the crook of their neck as I threw my arms around their neck. My tears soaked their shirt, jacket, and hair. Part of me felt bad for ruining their outfit, but that was really the last thing on my mind at the moment.

"Hey, calm down you'll make yourself sick if you don't. Are you okay?" That's only kind of a stupid question. What I wanted to do was tell the person that nothing had happened and that I was fine. But that didn't happen, instead I just continued to cry.

"A-Ashley..." Whispering the whore's name made mental pictures of what had happened play behind my eyes.

Whimpering I held onto the man's leather jacket. Kindly he held my waist and ran his fingers through my hair. If things had played out differently, I would have smiled at the affection I was currently receiving.

“Deep breathes, just calm down. He isn't here. You're okay. “

The person's deep voice was calming. And the circles they were rubbing on my back were relaxing. Why this guy didn't just get up and walk away was beyond me. I'm a mess and he probably doesn't really want to deal with me and my problems. When my tears had passed he took my face in his hands and gave me a serious look.

That's when I realized who I had been crying on. Andy Biersack. Well... Isn't that just peachy?

“The only thing I've got out of you’re tears was that Ashley did something to you. What did he do to you?” Carefully, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Earlier in the night we had been talking, well arguing really. We both got pretty hot and bothered by it and somehow I found myself behind the building making out with him." Andy's lips became a hard thin line.

“Before I knew it, were on the bus and having sex. I first time everything was fine. B-but then he wanted to go again." Once again tears formed in my eyes. I attempted to blink them away, but talking about what had gone on between Ashley and I made everything real.

"What did he do to you?" Andy's already low voice was just above a whisper.

"He pinned me down... wouldn't let me go." A sob ripped through my chest.

I let myself fall back into Andy's waiting arms, but this time his body was ridged. Kissing my hair he waited to speak until I had cried myself out for a second time.

“I am so, so sorry.” From my spot against his chest I gave him an odd look. Why is he apologizing? He's done nothing.

“Why are you sorry?” I dabbed at my nose with the sleeve of my thin sweater.

“He shouldn’t have done something like that to someone like you. I should have stopped him." Andy had watched as Ashley and I fumbled our way to the back. He felt guilty for not having done something when he had the chance...

“There wasn’t much you could have done to stop us...”

“I know." He sighed deeply.

The bus fell silent. The only sound I could hear was Andy's steady heartbeat when I finally let myself lean back against him. All the crying left me drained and in need of a nap.

“I’m sorry, but I ever caught your name...” His words were muffled by my hair.

“Nikki.”

“That’s a beautiful name. How old are you Nikki?”

“I’ll be twenty-two." I could feel his lips softly press against my hair.

“Andy?” I whispered as I began to play with the hem of my top.

I don't know what I would have done if Andy hadn't caught me before I stumbled off this bus. Most likely I just would have gone and hidden in my car and cried myself to sleep until Katie and Brittany came out of the show.

“Yes Nikki?”

“Do you want to be friends?” Why I asked him to be my friend was beyond me. I just felt that I needed to be close to him. As strange as it sounds, I didn't want to lose the man who had saved me. And the only way to do that was to befriend him.

“I would want nothing more than to be friends with you Nikki.” The grip Andy had around me became tighter and he pulled me into a hug.

I'm going to take that hug as a precursor as to what friendship with him is going to be like.

Notes

Clearly you can all see that I have nothing better to do with my life than rewrite fanfic chapters.
What I'm trying to say is I don't have a life.
Things are about to get good you guys ;)
Trust me!

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