Reyas POV
The ride home was silent, both hours. Not a word was passed between my dad and I, but it was OK. It wasnt awkward. We both were completely fine with not talking. I was glad my mom wasn't in the car, knowing she would require constant conversation. I had time to think. I couldn't get Andy's face out of my head. He looked so...lost. He looked confused, hurt. Why did I care so much? Yes, he was a good guy. Yes, he practically saved my life. Yes, he comforted me when I couldn't sleep. Yes, he...had a gorgeous body. And eyes, those eyes were the definition of perfection. I had always been such a sucker for blue eyes. His were clear crystal and kind of smokey. And when he nervously bit his lip stud? I could die, it was....snap out of it Reya. I can't lay my trust in him, I barely know him, he was a rockstar. He was wild, he didn't have time for a broken girl like me...I was only remains...shattered, broken, obliterated...beautiful. He said I was beautiful remains. He wanted to see me fixed. He wanted to see me smile and be happy...Andy wants me? Does he? Could he?

Andys POV
I drove the short distance from the hospital to my hotel a few blocks away. Seth's car had been towed from the lot by a law enforcement wrecker, Jinxx had seen it earlier. Appearntly his parents had already transferred him to the local hospital in their town. I wonder what he would tell everyone. What would Reya say? How would she explain the torment of bruises running her body? Surely someone would see them. I parked the car under the glow of a parking lot light and entered the hotel, taking the stairs instead the elevator to my room on the third floor. I walked past Jinxx and Sammis room, hearing everyone inside. They must have thrown in a movie or something for the night. I pulled out the key to my room and hesitantly opened the door. I sighed and pushed it open. I locked the door behind me, the room very dark. I saw a lone candle burning in the tv stand. I closed my eyes and turned to see Carrie laying seductively on one of the two queen sized beds. She was wearing a pink lace bra and lace shorts. Her hair was long and flowing curls of dirty blonde. She had on bright pink lipstick.

"Hello, Andy. I hear you've been uptight lately. How about we loosen you up?" she slowly stood up and put her hands on my chest, pulling me over to the bed. She was 5'9 (6'1 in her tall black stelletos). She gripped my black t shirt, pulling me into her. She put her lips on mine. She put her hands around my waist, pulling me now by my belt. She pulled back and looked at me. "Well? Are you just going to stand there with your hands all to yourself?" She kissed me again. It was tempting. VERY tempting. I started to kiss her back. She reached around me and began to pull my shirt off. She got it over my head and went for my belt. I grabbed her hands, pulling away from her lips. "What's your problem Andy?!" she shouted as she stepped away.

"Im sorry, Carrie. I can't do this," I said quietly.

"Oh, what? Got a problem with the beast?" she said sarcastically. She was pouting. She looked like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum. It was hilarious.

"I'm sorry. Ive got a lot on my mind right now. I'm not in the mood."

"Let me help you clear it," she reached up again, and I turned my face away. She was glaring when I returned to her gaze. "Fine Andy. Call me when you start acting like yourself again." She walked over to the corner and pulled her dress back on, grabbing her purse and slamming the door when she left.

I wanted to give in so badly. She was so hot in that outfit, it would be so easy. It felt wrong though. I felt like I was betraying myself, like I was making a mistake. Every part of my hormonal twenty year old body craved to lay down and be with Carrie, but my logical mind was against it. I pictured Reya, probably asleep in the car right now, or maybe staring out the window at the black sky. Carrie was like the snake in the garden of Eden. I could indulge whenever I wanted, but Reya was the thought in my mind, reminding me it was a mistake and that I could have better. Carrie was the voice of the devils choir, attempting to pull me into the bleak night.

I dropped back onto the bed. My head hurt with these profound thoughts racing. What was I going to do?

Reyas POV
I woke in my bed. I must have drifted off in the car. I glanced around at the familiar purple walls, covered in rock posters. Mayday Parade, Fall Out Boy, Pink Floyd, Poison, Warrant, Flyleaf, Silverstein, Go Radio, The Killers, AFI, Black Veil Brides. I looked at the poster, staring at Andy's face. The Andy portrayed by the magazines, interviews, and posters did him no justice. They portrayed him as a punk kid who was lucky to make it in the rock world. They didn't know the real him. I honestly didn't either...but I saw a side of him that many don't, the caring side. My eyes wandered to my desk. Cd case, bracelet, notebook, cross, picture frame. It was Seth and I freshman year. I was sitting next to him at Jacks house, we had a water balloon fight that day. The wooden picture he carved was next to it, along with a necklace he gave me last year. A card, a teddy bear, a heart, a note. I slowly stood from my bed and struggled to the desk. My parents were asleep. I know I shouldn't be getting out of bed, but I had to do this. I reached the desk and began throwing the once cherished memories. I broke the frame as it smashed into the wall next to the desk. I don't know what came over me, I couldn't bear to look at it. I realized I was having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe. I crawled to bed and grabbed my phone, dialing the number.

"Hello?"

Notes

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