Dirty Secret

Chapter 12 ( Tired )

( sorry for any typos )

I suddenly opened my eyes and a massive headache hit me but what was strange was it was warm. I looked around and was In Andrew's bedroom fully clothed in clothes that were 2 sizes to big. I saw a glass of water and a pain reliever on the dresser but I couldn't get it because every time I tried to get up I felt a wave of pain and had to lay back down. I then heard the door open and froze I started crying and begging and pleading "Please no more I c-can't take it anymore please I'll do anything" but all I saw was Andrew holding a bowl of soup in one hand and a Canada Dry in another. "I'm not gonna have sex with you I know when even I've gone to far" and I instantly felt some sort of relief.

He then helped me up and put the pill in my mouth and gave me some water to swallow it with, which I did. And he blew the spoon and brung it to my lips and he said "Open your mouth" and I slightly opened my mouth and he put the soup in my mouth and it tasted delicious and flavorful and the chicken was rich. He then spoke and said "Whenever I was sick and feeling down my mother would always bring me some of her home made soup and a can of Canada Dry and would feed it to me, afterwards would give me a kiss on my forehead" I thought the story was sweet but a sweet sob story isn't going to fix what he took from me and all that he took from me.

He took my last little bit of hope. I heard him sigh and bring soup to my lips and I ate it. He then said "Look I'm sorry I know I took it to far this time" but all I could do was look down with empty eyes. "Like an apology is gonna change what you just did to me" I said and he just sighed "Come on I know what I did was wrong, why can't you just forgive me?"

My sore throat

my throbbing headache

my torn and bruised, scarred body

I sighed and chuckled "Forgive you? You want me to forgive you?" and I looked up. Andrew looked confused and said "Yeah I do" and I laughed in his face and he look shocked that I would do such a thing. "You think a sob story about your mom, a bowl of soup, and a can of Canada Dry was gonna get me to forgive you?" I asked in all seriousness but he just replied with "No but it was worth a try." We then sat in silence for the remainder of him feeding me soup and giving me Canada Dry. He then helped me lay down and put the tv on and brung the covers up and kissed my forehead and told me "Get some rest and I really am sorry."

I don't think I'll ever forgive him and ever love him again but I'll admit I miss this Andrew more than anything.