Murder she wrote

This is me trying

TW Sexual assault, manslaughter, therapy,  death

Robert tried to get some sleep but no matter what he tried all he saw was Andy her lost tearfilled eyes. They haven't been as close as they used to be but he still cared deeply for her. Her words kept circling in his head "Don't act like you care about me, no one does." the more he thought about the way she walked out of the station the more worried and confused he got. What does she mean by no one cares? He grabbed his phone and started typing a message to her but never sent it. Something didn't feel right. He got out of his bunk and sat down in the break room watching some tv trying to get his mind of the woman that used to mean the world to him and honestly still does. There was nothing he could do now, he was still on shift and could get a call any minute now. After what seems like forever finaly his shift ended. He changed his clothes and drove to where he has been wanting to go since she left. Once again it crossed his mind to let her be not 100% sure what she needs either space or support. Knowing his ex-wife well enough if it was support she so desperately needed she won't ask because she hates feeling weak and taking up peoples time. he felt drawn to her appartment building in front of him. Walking to the woman that calls this appartment her home now while he knew the only place she felt truly at home was the first few years of her life with both of her parents, with him during their marriage and her so called 'family' at the station. 

Somehow while watching the ceiling of her bedroom she dozed off to sleep. A few hours later she woke up to the sound of her ringtone. "Hey Andy i just listened to your message are you free to meet me at 10 this morning? Might be easier to talk face to face." Her therapist asked kindly "Yes, i'll be there" Andy answered sleepy.  She looked at her phone 9:00 am. Quickly she got out of bed and did her morning routine, she heard some noises outside of her door but still feeling blurry after last night she didn't think a lot of it and continued making her smoothie. 

Robert took a deep breath before knocking on her door "Andy i know you're here, i just need to know you're safe. You scared me last night. Can we talk please?"  He knocked again this time  Andy opened the door immediately fully dressed not looking up she turned around quickly to lock her door. "Andy, come on. Talk to me. I'm here" She looked up at him and saw a worried and somehow hurt look in his eyes. "Robert, i can't. Not now. I.... i have to go. Please don't follow me"  Andy hurried as she left the appartment building, getting ready today took all the energy she had. If she stayed here any longer she would've broken down in his arms. She couldn't do that not to him, not anymore.  

10 minutes later she arrived at the office she'd learned to both love and hate during her regular visits. "Hey Andy come in" Donna opened the door to her office smiling friendly "I'm sorry. I called you in the middle of the night. I don't know why i did i should've calmed myself like i always do. I'm sorry" A guilty look spread on Andy's face "Andy you can call me day and night" Donna repeated the same sentence she has told Andy during her first visit and many times after that. "Can you tell me what happend last night?" Donna asked "I don't know where to start" She took a deep breath and continued  "I went for a walk trying to calm myself down after another nightmare but somehow i ended up at the station in the middle of the night. I don't even know how i got there or why. my body decided to go there while my mind was occupied with all the anger, sadness and frustration"  Andy looked out of the window "I bumped into my ex husband at the station" "Robert was there?" Donna looked surprised "yes he was on shift and i snapped at him. I didn't expect him to be there.... or maybe i did. i wanted to feel safe and the last place i truly felt safe was with him during our marriage." Andy started pacing "That isn't all he was standing in front of my door this morning before i left. wanting to check up on me and talk. I'm mad at myself for letting him see this dark, twisty and messy side of me.  He looked so worried and shocked both times. I ... I'm hurting us both by not letting him take care off me."