My Fallen Angel

Where was Ashlandil?
I frowned, staring at my reflection as one of the women helped me out of my costume, unlacing the tight corset strings.
He said he'd be here when the show was over, and that had been ten minutes ago; to be so earnest about being here I couldn't imagine why he wasn't.
Had he ditched me?
What was going on?
I was so tired. All I wanted to do was rub my eyes and sleep, no matter where that happened to be, and curl up under the soft covers of Ashlandils bed. I was relieved the show amd the stress of it was finally over, now we could focus on more important things.
Like our baby.
If he showed me he could actually be where he said he would!
And now I was getting worried about him.
Had something happened?
Where was he?
This wasn't like him!
"Everyone, I'd like your attention please!" I heard Francis suddenly call with a loud clap of his hands. He was beaming as everyone turned to face him, the low murmur dying down as we paid him attention.
"First of all, I am so proud of all of you! The show was a success and every seat was sold!" he squealed, earning a cheer in response. "All of you did so well and everything went perfectly! I want to give a big thank you to Kenna, our most beautiful dark queen for learning her routine and everything so last minute," I gave a tired smile as everyone clapped and cheered. "Without you who knows what we would have ended up with!" he gave a dramatic sigh. "Felicity, you were perfect as the white princess! I couldn't have asked for a better one!"
She blushed.
"Now I know everyone is tired, I don't want to keep you all from getting home, I just think everyone deserves a big round of applause!"
Of course he did.
Could we go now?
I turned away, finishing squirming out of my costume and pulling on my regular clothes, frowning at my reflection as I did so.
I really didn't want to wear this makeup anymore, and in a few minutes I had the ridiculous eye makeup washed off, although my eyes were a little tinted from it, but it would wear off in a few hours.
I just wanted to be me again.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
"Hmm?" I glanced over as the white princess stepped over to me, running a brush through her tangled blonde hair.
"Your boyfriend, the Rockstar? He sounded so intense earlier I'm surprised he's not here carrying you out in a hand basket already."
My lips twitched.
A hand basket?
"He got caught up," I informed her, shrugging. "Who knows what with?"
But when I found out and it wasn't important enough I'd turn him into a cake to eat.
"Ugh, men. They make big important plans or whatever and then bail at the last minute," she scoffed in irritation. "All men are the same."
I supposed.
But Ashlandil was no man.
"Kenna, my sweet butterfly of perfection!"
I crinkled my nose at the endearment as I looked for Francis, only to find a bouquet of red roses in my face.
Oh.
"Someone sent you flowers!" the white princess gasped. "Oh, who's it from? Your boyfriend?"
"I don't know," I frowned, Francis sitting them down on the make up desk. I plucked the card from the thorny petals, slipping it out of the white envelope with my name scribbled on it.

To my dancer
--- A

A?
A as in?
..... Andy?
I bit my lip worriedly, quickly replacing the card and putting it back with the flowers uneasily.
Why was he sending me roses? We hadn't spoken since the --- since he'd been influenced by darker forces, so why would he ---?
"Who's A?"
What?
I turned, seeing the white princess had picked up the card curiously, reading the simple yet loaded words. Andy had called me that when we had our brief stint together, mostly just when he was in the, well, throws of passion.
So to send me a card saying that?
That didn't make sense.
"His name is Ashley," Francis supplied helpfully. "So probably. Unless you know other guys named A?" he looked at me in amusment, and I merely shrugged.
Ashlandil had never called me that other then in joking, and even he didn't know the implications of it.
Now I was worried.
Where was Ashley?
I quickly fumbled my phone out of my pocket, calling him.
Only to get no answer.
Wonderful.
I chewed my lip unhappily.
What was going on?
"Ooo, looks like we have a handsome visitor!" the white princess whispers, nudging me with a grin, and I cast an irritated look to the door where a tall figure hovered uncertainly.
Oh.
"Andy?" I stared at him, shifting uncomfortably.
Why the hell was he here?
Had he seen the show?
He was dressed nicely like he had.
"Andy?" Francis raised his brows.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms with a scowl, tensing.
" I came to see the show," he shrugged, his tattooed fingers running through that fine mop of short black hair. "You were great, it was great." his eyes flicked behind me to the roses. "I figured you deserved those after all the hard work you've done."
So he did send them!
I frowned at him, my hand slipping down to my stomach protectively.
Get rid of it.
I couldn't even look at him without hearing those words, hearing his voice tell me to get rid of our baby...
We shouldn't even be able to have a baby together, it should be impossible, but yet here I was, carrying one. I knew it was Andy, not Andiel, but since technically they were the same person wouldn't Andiel have some influence?
Why would he have let Andy hurt me?
Why didnt he stop him?
I wasn't over it, I doubted I would ever be, and I didn't want Andy near me or my baby. I certainly didn't want his flowers or anything else from him!
"Does Ash know you're here?" Why did my voice sound so nervous?
Francis glanced at me before looking back at Andy.
"Of course, we all sat together for the show."
"All?"
"Yeah. The entire band came out to support you," he smiles, looking a little more at ease as the dressing room emptied more and more. "Ashley insisted on it weeks ago."
Before you hurt me.
"Band?" Francis questioned, blatantly curious.
"Oh. Francis, this is Andy, he and Ashley are in the same band," I mumbled, wishing Andy would just leave, but I didnt feel like it would be appropriate to make a scene here with everyone so obviously listening.
"Ah. You're the singer then? I thought so." Francis clucked, crossing his arms and tapping his chin thoughtfully as he let his eyes rove Andy up and down. "You would look wonderful on stage."
"Uh, I don't dance," Andy looked at Francis like he was crazy. "But thanks."
"Mhm. Felicity, why don't we help Carmella out of her costume?" Francis spoke swiftly, his hand curling around the white princess and abruptly dragging her to where the struggling woman stood, unable to lower her zipper.
Shit!
No!
I didn't want to be alone with him!
Or as alone as this was!
Andy glanced around, and then took a few tentative steps towards me, a pleading look on his face.
"Can we... Can we talk?"
"Why would I want to talk to you?" I snapped, jerking turning away from him and hastily flinging all of my things into my duffel bag, intent on leaving with or without Ashlandil.
"Because I --- I need to Apologize! I don't --- I don't know what happened to me," Andy sounded incredibly frustrated, a mild bit of desperate too. "I would never want you to get rid of our baby, those words plague me, I ---."
"It's not your baby!" I hissed immediately, wrenching around to glower at him, inhaling sharply at his words. "It's Ashleys and ---."
"I'm not going to play that game," he interrupted me, his blue eyes narrowing as he took another step towards me. "We both know it's mine and I'm done pretending. I don't know what happened to me that day, Kenna, I swear to you I would never do something like that, I would never hurt you intentionally I --- I wasn't myself, not at all, and ---."
"Stay away from me!" I snapped, jerking back sharply when he approached again, my hips pressing into the table behind me sharply and causing several items to fall. "Don't you ever come near me!"
"Kenna ---."
"You had your chance, Andy, you always did! But you made it clear to me with Kennedi that I was just a quick fling for you to get back at Ash," speaking her name brought bile to my mouth, and I shuddered, disgusted. "I won't be treated that way or make the same mistake. I won't let you use me and then just, just throw me away again!" my words were bitter, foul-tasting and I felt like I would be ill. Perhaps they had been more for Andiel then Andy, but it was just the same.
Both had used me in the worst ways possible.
I Had Given Up The Grace Of God For him.
And he'd discarded me so easily.
I'd given him my heart.
And he'd left me for another.
Perhaps Seraphine hadn't been lying, perhaps I should have believed her when I had the chance.
Before I let my heart be so broken.
I looked away from Andy, hastily grabbing my bag and jerking it over my shoulder, intent on getting away from him before something bad happened.
He stepped in front of me as I neared, his face earnest and his hands raised in a placating manner. "Please, Kenna, just listen to me ---."
"I've listened to enough! I don't care!"
"Kenna!" Just as I stepped by him, his hand closed around my upper arm, jerking me to as rough start and making sure I couldn't escape him; and I did try. I couldn't seem to pull away at all! My eyes went to his face nervously --- his angel strength was still there? I thought Iriel had fixed him!
"Listen to me!" he insisted, his eyes begging mine. "Please!"
"No, let go!"
"Kenna! What's going on!?" Francis demanded, suddenly appearing by my side, his slim frame bristled. "Let go of her!"
Andys jaw worked a moment, and then he did, his fingers peeling away from my arm.
"You must be the ex that put that awful mark on her face," Francis glared, apparently connecting the invisible dots. "You are pathetic! How could you hurt her, and then come here on her night of glory and try to ruin it!? Felicity, find security right now! Kenna, you ring your boyfriend, I won't have you walking alone!"
"Francis ---."
"Now!"
I looked at him in surprise; he didn't even know me, why was he trying to protect me!?
Andy glared at him. "I would never hurt her or try to ruin her night, I ---."
"Well that's what you're doing!"
"It is not --- no, Kenna, wait!" his voice was so desperate it pulled at my heart as I walked away from him, unable to stay another moment in his painful presence.
"Ken --- Kenali, please! I love you!"
!
I froze immediately, my entire body going rigid, and it was like my blood went cold.
Kenali?
Andiel?
I half turned, a pained look on my face as I stared at him, my throat swelling, my eyes burning ---.
"You don't love anyone, Andiel," the words came from my lips before I could stop them. "And I was a fool to think you did. I don't love you, not anymore." I couldn't stop the tremble in my voice, but at least I wasn't crying.
Yet.
But I didn't wait around to let him see that part.
I just left.
And I had no intentions of going back.

Notes

And no, it's not A from pretty little liars! Haha