Love At First Sight [Andley] (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 17

Ashley's P.O.V.

I opened the door quietly, and listened once again. I heard Andy somewhere close, but it seemed as if the sound was coming from beneath me. The basement. Now to find the basement door.

I ran all around the house to find the door. It was in the back of the house.

As I opened the door, I heard Andy yelling fuck.

I ran down the stairs. With each step, it got colder, and a musty smell appeared that got worse.

I was now at the bottom of the stairs.

"Andy?" I whispered-yelled. I want him to hear me, but if his father is home were in deep shit.

"ASHLEY!" Andy yelled back to me. "I'm over in the corner. I need your help. My hands are tied and I can't get this knife out of my leg."

WHAT!?!?

I ran to Andy. Like he had said, there was a knife in his leg.

"Andy, try not to yell. We don't want your dad to hear us. I don't think he's here right now, but I don't want to risk us getting caught. Here, bite on this."

I gave him my jacket. If he bit on the sleeve, than it might help to keep the scream quieter, because without a doubt, he would scream.

As soon as Andy bit, I yanked the knife out.

"FUUUCK!" Andy yelled.

I wiped the knife off, and used it to cut the ropes that held his wrists together. I ended up getting the rope cut off, but cut my hand in the process.

Blood trickled down my hand and wrist, falling onto the floor by my feet.

"Andy, we need to get out of here, now."

He nodded and I helped him up. He grabbed my hand right were the cut was. I hissed, trying to keep from yelling and making a lot of noise.

"Ash! What happened?"

"As I was cutting the rope, the knife slipped and cut me too. Don't worry about it now. We need to get out before he gets back!"

We ran up the stairs, me first and Andy right behind me.

As we hit the top of the stairs, the front door slammed shut.

I pulled Andy into the guest bedroom. It had a broken bed, a window with shattered glass all over the floor, and trash everywhere. Much like the rest of the house. When I searched through to find Andy, every room was a complete mess.

We hid in the closet and held our breath listening to every stomp made by father asshole. We heard him walk to the basement door, open it, walk down the steps, and the sounds stopped.

All of the sudden he started running back up the stairs and mumbling every curse word under the sun.

He looked in every room, starting with the master bedroom, then on to the bathroom, now the guest room.

I put my back up against the wall, gesturing for Andy to do the same. If I was lucky enough, the clothes still hanging would hide us some.

Once when I was younger, I played hide and seek with my friend in the house. I hid in the dark closet with clothes and put my back up against the wall. My friend looked right at me and didn't see me until I burst out laughing. [That actually happened to me  IRL XD]

Andy's father was now pissed. He huffed and stomped around kicking everything in his path like that would help him find us.

He looked under the bed and around the room, but not in the closet. He isn't that smart.

That's when he left the house and went out to his car. The engine started up and off he raced down the road. I was smart enough to know to hide my car some when I parked so that he wouldn't see.

I grabbed Andy's hand and led him to my car. We raced down the road toward my house. My hand was still bleeding a little so blood was left on the steering wheel.

Once we were at my house we parked my car in my house in case Andy's father had seen the car. We didn't need him around my house trying to steel Andy away from me.

We went inside and Andy helped me clean my hand up. This was going to hurt for a while. How am I supposed to grade papers at school all day? The cut is right next to where the pen rests in my hand.

What happens if kids ask? Or if they pick on Andy more? I have to go to the police and tell them what happened, but what if that causes more problems for Andy? And what if-

I was cut off my Andy.

"Ash, what's wrong? You look upset about something."

"Andy, you could have been killed. What would have happened to you if I didn't get there when I did. He could have killed you!"

"Ash, don't worry. I'm fine. You saved me, remember?"

"I know. But, what if kids find out about all of this at school? I don't want anyone to hurt you Andy. I love you so much."

By now tears were brought to my ears and about to spill over. When they eventually did, Andy took his hand and wiped them away. I love this man.

Andy had now cleaned the cut and put a cloth around it to keep it from getting infected since it was kind of deep.

We went to the living room and lay down on the couch. I wrapped my arms around Andy's and he rest his head on my shoulder. We sat there for a few minutes not saying anything. Just glad to be in each others presence somewhat peacefully again.

Andy broke the silence.

"Ash?" he said.

"Yes?"

"I can't stay here anymore."

"What? Why??" I moved to look at Andy's face.

"He knows that we are dating, and if I'm here, he might kill you. That's how he will get me to  do what he wants. I couldn't live with myself if I let you get hurt."

"Andrew Dennis Biersack. I am not letting you leave, no matter what. I would give my life for you and I mean it. But, I'm not going to get hurt. We'll be safe. I promise."

AN: The end of the chapter. Hope you like it! Btw, thanks for all the reads and votes and comments. I really appreciate them!