The Girl behind the Throne (Editing)

The girl behind the Throne Chapter 17 part 2

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I was sitting on the stone bench outside watching Andrews’s expressions as I drunkenly explained why I had gotten into this whole mess. And with me being such an entertaining drunk, I even threw some dramatic re-enactments too. Not the best idea when the only thing you have in your stomach could burn a wall with its strength, so I had to stop half way through to throw up while a very mothering Andrew rubbed my back, held back my hair and complained about the smell (not so mothering).

When I had gotten to the bit about Liam and Richard, Andrews eyes had taken on a pug quality and looked like they would run away on their own.

“So he said that he would tell everyone about Jamie going out with a maid”. I said finally getting to the end of my story. Andrew laughed shocking me into complete silence.

“You complete dick-wad”. He said through low chuckle, I jerked back drunkenly and almost fell over being saved only by Andrew’s fast reflexes.

“Ok, so not the response I was expecting”. I said looking up at him, I was a mixture of rage and amused at him. Andrew seemed to find all this hysterically funny and was practically rolling around on the ground until I punched him on the arm.

“Im sorry Tess, what I meant to say is why in the name of all that is good and holy, did you not say anything before?” Said Andrew trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“Andy, I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the box, but did you listen to that conversation and remove the word blackmail and replace it with something else, like I dunno boobs?” I asked hesitantly, I was officially blabbering now; it appeared I was getting drunker. Oh the joy.

“Yeah, imagine. So Richard said he would boobs me if I didn’t stay away from Jamie. I didn’t want to get boobsed”. Said Andrew imitating me, laughing even harder than before and I have to admit I laughed along.

“Is boobsed even a word?” I asked through drunken hysterical giggles.

“It is now. You should have told me sooner”. Andrew said straightening himself up and dusting off his powder blue shirt.

“I know, I was just scared I guess”. I sighed heavily. Andrew reached over and grabbed me into a brotherly hug.

“Tess, didn’t you ever think to ask why Richard was sent away so suddenly to begin with?” Andrew murmured into my hair. He was referring to the last year Richard had been sent away to school in America, hmm now that I think of it, it was quite sudden.

“No why what happened?” I asked against his shoulder.

“Because Richard liked to visit the old maid, Bree and study some extracurricular biology”. Andrew said pulling away from me and brushed my hair away from my face.

“F*cking hypocrite”. I fumed through my teeth, what an asshole.

“Oh it gets better, he sperminated her”. Andrew said, with the alcohol still very much in my system, I found this hilarious.