My Fallen Angel

I was afraid to face Andy when CC and I got back to the hotel, I didn't know how I would react. I stared at the ground as we trudged, still soaked, to the magic box, which CC had informed me was actually called an elevator, and pushed the button to summon It.
We waited, and the doors eventually dinged, letting us inside and taking us up to our desired floor, not actually teleporting.
Which I found to be incredibly disappointing.
I sighed, my skin chilly.
I didnt like being wet.
The doors dinged open again, and CC and I stepped out onto our floor, he walking me to my room, keeping up a steady stream of chipper chatter as we walked, our shoes squishing with every step.
I chuckled, listening to his blathering, and quickly used my room key to unlock my door. I turned to look at CC.
"Thank you for today," I sighed, smiling up at him. "I appreciate it so much, you have no idea."
"Hey, sometimes you just gotta get away," he told me with a goofy grin.
I grinned, and then impulsively leaned up, pressing a kiss against his scruffy cheek.
He blushed.
"Kenna? CC?"
We both turned, looking as Andy strode down the hallway toward us, and I bit my lip, stiffening.
His eyes widened as he got close to us.
"Damn, Kenna, what happened to your face?" He demanded, rushing to my side immediately, and I raised a hand to my jaw self-consciously.
Was it that bad?
CC's brow furrowed as he looked at Andy.
"Uh, I'm gonna go, see ya, Ken."
I gave him a hesitant smile as he took off down the hallway, leaving me with Andy.
"What happened? Why are you so wet?" He demanded, turning me around in his arms.
I scowled at him, pulling away from his touch and stepping into my room, not wanting him to touch me.
"Kenna?" He frowned at me as he stepped inside after me, shutting the door. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," I muttered, kicking off my soaked shoes and socks.
"Are you going to tell me what happened to your face?"
"Does it matter?" I snapped, pulling my shirt over my head shamelessly; he'd already seen all that I had to offer, and apparently he hadn't liked it enough to ---.
Stop it, I told myself angrily, shimmying out of my jeans.
This must be what bitterness felt like.
I strode over to my suitcase, fumbling for some dry clothes, leaving on my underwear.
"Yes, it matters. Did someone hit you?"
Dear god.
"Andy, can you just leave?" I huffed, grabbing my extra clothes.
I wanted a hot shower.
"No," he was suddenly standing by my side, and I wrinkled my nose, still able to smell her on his skin, her rich perfume --- it was all over him.
It would be for a few days.
I looked away, biting my lip.
"Just leave me alone," I muttered, stepping away from him and walking to the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, letting my clothes drop onto the counter as I reached behind me to take off my bra, my underwear dropping to the floor as I turned on the shower.
Hot water jetted from above, and I stepped inside it with a sigh, feeling it warm my skin, though the chill in my chest didn’t go with it.
I cleaned myself up, then stepped out after fifteen minutes, feeling a lot fresher. I dried off, quickly dressed, and stepped back into my room, frowning when I saw him sitting on my bed, glaring at me.
"Kenna ---."
"You slept with Kennedi," I burst before I thought about it, and he stiffened where he reclined on my bed. "I saw her leaving your room this morning --- you don't have to pretend you didn’t."
He sighed, and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm not going to lie to you, Kenna. I did sleep with her, I --- it just kind of happened. She wanted to celebrate my show and we were drinking ---."
"You don't have to explain anything," I grumbled, walking away from the bathroom and to the other side of the room, anywhere that would get me away from him, make me look like I was doing something.
I couldnt just stand there and look at him.
"But ---."
"It doesn’t matter, Andy, okay? We're not together, we just fuck occassionally, right?" I hissed, feeling my throat tighten.
It might not mean much to him, but... but it had to me.
Stupid, stupid Kenali.
Ashlandil had warned me.
But I hadn't listened to him, and this was my just reward.
Pathetic, stupid ---.
"Kenna, please, I ---."
"Just get out!"
"What?" Andy stared at me, looking startled. he'd gotten to his feet and almost too me, but the venom in my voice had made him stop in his tracks.
Id fallen from Heaven for him, I'd been beaten, starved, suffered through so many types of pain I couldn’t even name them all --- all for him.
All just so he could leave me and not even realize what was happening.
I shouldnt feel this way, I shouldn’t be so angry and bitter --- it didn’t make sense.
It was because I'd slept with him, I'd let my guard down and let myself fall even more in love with him as a human as I had as an angel, and now I was going to suffer appropriately for it.
This is what it mean to be human, what it meant to fall down.
And I'd fallen hard.
I looked down at my hands, seeing my dirty nails, the paint chipped off of them in spots.
"Please, Andy, I'm sorry, just --- just go away."
"Kenna, please, I... I didn’t do it as something against you, I --- fuck!" He sounded aggravated, and I glanced back at him, seeing him running his hands through his hair. "She's just --- I don’t know what it is, I --- don’t be angry with me."
He was almost pleading.
"I'm not... angry at you," I told him, turning to face him with my arms crossed defensively.
I was angry at myself for being such a fool.
"But I do want to be alone, okay? I'm tired, I got caught out in that thunderstorm --- please."
Andy hovered, staring at me for a few moments, his blue orbs pained. He nodded after a moment, slowly making his way to the door as if he kept waiting for me to tell him to stay, but I wasn’t going to do It.
The door closed softly behind him.
I stood there several seconds, just letting the pain wash over me, ravage what was left in my chest, and then I turned, clenching my fists.
FUCK!
I slammed my hand against the dresser closest to me with an angry shriek, and it collapsed immediately, pieces of it disintegrating beneath the force of my hit.
My hand spasmed slightly at the pain, but it didn’t make me feel any better.
I wanted to destroy something, break this entire room into little pieces and then throw myself out of the window --- anything that would distract me from this pain that I felt inside.
I looked down at my hands, breathing hard, seeing the black veins pulse against my skin, rising up my arms and into my neck, painful and only making my temper worse.
I wanted to break everything, destroy everything, kill something --- kill her, I realized, clenching my fists.
I wanted to rip Kennedi into little pieces, destroy her before she had a chance to intervene a second more.
And there was absolutely nothing stopping me from doing it.

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