Break Me

The wind whips my hair all around me, the cold air piercing my skin and shaking me to the core. I look over the edge of the town bridge. The waves crash feircly into each other, ready to take someone under. I smile. Peace will come soon.
I can't stand the constant whispers in my head. "Your fault. Your fault." They haunt me, pushing me to the end. I only miss my mother really. My father was very cruel. He didn't love me as much as my mother did. He thought I was worthless, and he made me well aware of that fact.
Then there's Jace. He's all I have now. He wants me to be alone. I'm not allowed to have any friends, besides him. I hadn't spoken to my mother in months because of him, and now I never will again. They were coming up to surprise me. They thought I must have just been busy with school. If only they knew the truth.
I'm a virgin, but Jace tries to force himself on me all the time. He always stops before he actually takes my innocence away. He thinks it's funny to get me so worked up about it. He does things with his hands and his mouth, but he never takes it quite as far and penetrating me fully. I'm fear the day when he actually does. He tells me that he's the best I'll ever get, and I believe him. He's the only boyfriend I've ever had, so it must be true. No one else had ever loved me before him. I don't want to live with that forever. I don't want to be stuck knowing I caused my mother's death. I don't want to have to marry Jace.
And that's why I'm here. It's my only option to the miserable life ahead of me. I grip the railings and start to pull myself over the safety bar. The metal is cool beneath my fingers. I climb slowly, anticipating my last moments. Once I'm over the bar, I put all my weight forward so that my torso is dangling over the edge. My arms are my only support. If I loosen my fingers, I will fall.
It's too bad that I won't be remembered. I've always wanted to mean something to someone, but the only person I ever meant anything to is gone now. I guess that's just life, and I don't want it.
I release my fingers one by one. Pinkie, then ring finger, middle. Here it comes. As I begin to fall to my resting place, a firm hand grips my air and pulls me back up onto the safety bar. I look into the face of the person who dare stop me. Black hair, startling blue eyes. His frame is small, but he was strong enough to stop me from falling. I try to rip away from his grip, to finish what I came here to do, but his hands are firm.
"What do you think you're doing." He says. His voice is deep and raspy.
I look out at the water and try to pull away again, but fail. "Let me go." I say firmly.
"No. I won't be responsible for this. You can come back to this side willingly, or I can make you. But either way, you're getting off that ledge."
I scoff at him. He waits a few seconds. When I don't budge, he tightens his grips and pulls me back over the ledge. I fall on my ass, and immediately scramble to my feet. "How dare you!" I scream at him. I'm crying now. I grind the tears away with my fists and begin to swing at the stranger.
He grabs my wrists and restrains my arms to my sides. I fight to break away, but grow tired. My legs are weak, and I slide to the ground. I rest my head on the cold metal bars and look away from him. I feel completely broken. He sits down beside me. I start to scramble away from him, but he puts a hand on my thigh signaling that he will stop me. I stop moving.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Bailey." I spit at him.
"Well Bailey. You mind telling me what the hell you were thinking?"
"What I'm still thinking." I state bitterly.
He lets out a long, defeated sigh. "I'm Andy." He says softly.
"I care." I let the sarcasm drip like venom in my tone. I'm so angry. If I would have had a few more seconds, I wouldn't be here having this stupid conversation.
"Well Andy, you should try minding your own damn business."
"You expect me to just walk by a situation like this? No." He says. I shrug my shoulders. He stands up and reaches a hand out to me. "Come on, it's cold. Let's go grab something warm to eat and a change of clothes. You're dirty." I start to protest, but I know there's no getting out of this. He's not going to leave me alone. I huff and stand on my own, refusing his hand. He giggles a little, and I shoot daggers at him with my glare.
We walk a few blocks in silence. He takes me to a cheap, run down apartment, with chipped paint and hardly any maintenance done to the place. He unlocks a door on the second floor, leading me inside and closing the door. It's small, but it's clean and home-like. He goes into what I assume to be his bedroom and returns with a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt. He throws them at me.
"Put these on." He grumbles. I shake a little at his command. I think of Jace. He's going to be so pissed.
I put the clothes on and follow him back out into the street. He takes me to a pizza place a block down. We sit in the back corner and he orders a medium pepperoni pizza and two cokes. When the food comes, I eat a small slice and sip on my coke slowly. I don't speak. He glances at me every so often, checking my expression. I wonder what the hell this guys deal is.
He pays and we leave. I start to walk back to my dorm room, when he grabs my arm again.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my dorm, I guess." I reply.
He shakes his head vigorously. "No way. I'm not leaving you alone. You should come back with me. I'll pull out the couch bed for you."
"Uh, thanks but no thanks. I really have to get going. My boyfriend is going to freak if I'm not back soon." I state matter of factly.
"Boyfriend huh? Well, I'm sure he won't mind if you're gone one night. Say you're at a friends house or something. You're not leaving my sight."
My heart breaks a little. "I, uh. I dont have any friends."
His face falls. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but he grabs my hand softly. "Well, you do now." He smiles a little bit, and my cold, broken heart starts to warm with the thought of a friend. "Come on. Either you come with me, or I'm coming with you."
Crap. I can NOT bring another guy into my dorm. Jace would lose it. WIth no other option, I choose to follow Andy.
"Okay. I'll go with you."
He doesn't let go of my hand the entire walk back to his apartment.

Notes

I'm taking a break from my other fanfic to write this one. Let me know what you think!!