I care.

Chapter 2

I surprisingly had dozed off, waking up late in the day. I sat up and looked around for the tall guy who made me so happy. Just as I sat up, the door opened. Andy walked in, "Ah you're up." He said smiling. Not realizing it, I smiled back, staring at his beautiful eyes. "I brought home dinner" he said with a corky smile. "You like tacos?" "Of course" I said, returning the smile he had given me. He handed me my food and sat close to me. I didn't mind at all, actually quite enjoyed it. After several moments, Andy broke the silence and said "why would ever think nobody cares about you?" "Because nobody does. Nobody ever has." Andy looked down, trying to make sense of what I had said. "Look I understand how that feels. My parents left me once I turned 18. They didn't even give me any warning they kicked me out of the house with bags and a note saying they needed me out of their life bc they didn't support the fact that I didn't want to go to college and wanted to work on my music. I've been alone now for almost two years..." I was so shocked by this and looked at him, still staring at the floor. "Andy im so sorry. That is awful." "It is what it is I can't do anything about it, it's best for me to just let it go and move on" he said, obviously still in pain. I knew he wanted to say more, but he was nervous. I timidly went to take his hand, he met me halfway there and gently held on. I felt the need to tell him and I felt like I actually could. I began "Well...I've struggled with depression and anxiety for a long time. Just last year my aunt committed suicide and it really affected my family. My dad left one day without saying a word and my mom was so unstable. I was practically invisible. One night my mom didn't come home. I woke up in the morning and se still wasn't there. I turned my phone over and saw one voicemail..." I started to shake and cry. Knowing I couldn't have an anxiety attack right now, I tried to calm down. Andy obviously realized and sat even closer and held me in his arms. "You don't have to tell me sweetheart. It's okay. Just breathe." Andy kept holding me, slowly grazing his hand up and down my back. After I could catch a little breath, I began again, "I had gotten a voicemail saying my mom had been in a car crash and died" Andy's grip tightened on my hand. "I had lost both my parents and all my friends had left me because they were 'freaked out' and it was 'too much for them to take'. I unfortunately relapsed and I attempted suicide 3 times in two months." I could feel Andys breathing increase, and he looked even more concerned than he had before. "I'm working on getting better though don't worry. I have a job and I'm looking for a hotel. My brother just kicked me out of his, so I've been sleeping at my one friends house that I have left. Unfortunately I can't much longer though." Andy started really quick "(Y/N) please stay here. I care about you so much and I'm so sorry you went through all of that. You don't deserve any of that and it hurts me so much to hear that you had to experience that." "It's alright it is what it is right" I said trying to smile through my tears. He wiped away my tear with his thumb and kissed my forehead. I smiled and buried my head in his neck. With his tight grip, I felt safe and happy for the fist time in a long long time and we both fell asleep.