(Sequel) You and I | 70s Teen Dream Story

Chapter 77

"Don't ever call me a liar again," I yelled at Andy.

He was rather upset because I had gone away on a weekend trip for work and rumors began flying (or his own insecurities) that I was suddenly having an affair with someone from work.  Though we talked many times on the phone and he even saw the publicity photos, he didn't believe me. This argument had gone on for over an hour. I was getting tired.

"But I have every right to my own opinions and thoughts when it comes to you," Andy hollered back.

When we fought, it would be ugly. 

"Yes and I do respect your opinions most of the time. But accusing me of cheating? That is the worse opinion you've ever created of me," I told him back coldly.

"How can I trust you?" Andy questioned.

"Seriously? You are asking if you can trust me? Don't start this petty bullshit Andrew," I commented as I took my wedding ring off and threw it at him.

"What was that for?" Andy asked.

"If you can't trust me, then might as well keep this since our wedding vows obviously don't mean a thing to you," I commented as I headed up the stairs to pack a bag.

Andy didn't say a word as I went upstairs.

I grabbed one of my suitcases that was still half-packed from the trip.

"(Y/N)," Andy commented from behind me.

"You saying you don't trust me has been the biggest insult you've ever given me. For all we have been through, I wouldn't expect you to hurt me," I told him as I hastily threw crap into my suitcase.

"D-darling," Andy tried to stop me from packing.

"No, I'm not doing this. You have started the game. I will end it right here,"  I remarked as I zipped my suitcase and headed back downstairs.

Andy was following me.

"Where are you going? You can't leave me," Andy commented.

"Since you don't trust me, what does it matter if I tell you where I am going," I told him as I went and looked for my car keys.

"Because I love you that's why," Andy managed to state.

"You know, the roles should be reversed and I shouldn't trust you. You are a pop star, an icon, a sex symbol even. You are wanted by thousands of women and men across the globe. But I've never accused you of cheating," I replied as I grabbed my car keys and headed for the front door.

Andy sighed in frustration.

"Don't go darling please don't," Andy remarked.

I didn't reply and went to my car.

I threw the suitcase in the trunk and hopped in without looking back.

Andy stood on the porch in utter shock as I drove away.

As I pulled out of the house lot, I was going to drive somewhere but I just didn't know where. I wanted Andy to know I meant business. I wasn't being a bitch. I wanted my feelings to be heard and validated too. All these years, I could have accused him of cheating or fooling around and he didn't. He always proved to me he loved me. 

I headed towards the freeway and decided to drive down to the pier. I kept checking behind me in the mirror and did not see Andy's Porsche headed behind me.

I found a spot in the parking lot and took a minute to collect my thoughts. Had I just thrown away my entire life with what I did? Would Andy understand my anger towards him?

I did some breathing exercises. I tried to calm myself down. I was angry.

I managed to calm myself down and got out and walked the pier for a while. I didn't know what was to hold me when I got home. Was Andy actively looking for me?

I found a place to grab a soda and continued walking the pier as I drank my soda pop. God, I wish my overthinking and anxiety didn't control me.

I glanced at my watch and nearly 3 hours had passed since I had left. The sun had begun setting. I decided to try and go and find a place to sleep overnight. I managed to find a hotel that wasn't too expensive for the night. I couldn't believe my actions. 

I checked in under an alias because if Andy was worried, I'm sure he'd be calling every hotel and restaurant in the vicinity of the area.

I ordered a pizza and ate that for dinner. Despite everything going on, I managed to fall asleep early. 

I pulled myself together to get some breakfast and check out and headed back to my house. Whether things would be forgivable and to mend our broken hearts together.

I yawned as I pulled up to the familiar driveway. I took a deep breath as I typed the code in and drove in. Andy's Porsche was in the lot.

I drove slowly afraid of what was to lie ahead of me.

I parked and turned the car off and took my suitcase out.

I walked up the stairs shakily and opened the door. 

It was silent throughout the house.

I wheeled my suitcase into the house and headed up the stairs.

I peeked in the kitchen and saw coffee had been made so at least Andy was alive somewhere.

I headed up the stairs quietly and looked in our room.

Andy was sitting on the bed holding a cup. He had not showered or shaved his face.

His hair was a wreck. He looked like a lost puppy.

"A-Andy," I quietly whispered.

His head shot towards me and stared in shock.

It was silent for a few as he stared at me.

"You got to say something," I commented as I stared at him.

"(Y/N), I, I thought I lost you forever," Andy commented shakily as he slowly stood up and put his cup down. 

I stared at him.

"I love you and that's why I came back," I commented. 

Andy walked up to me and just kept his eye contact with me.

"I'm so sorry darling. I shouldn't have accused you of cheating when I know in here you love me and would never hurt me," Andy remarked.

I slowly walked up to him and slowly snaked my arms around his waist.

"I don't like when we fight. It's ugly and I love you too much. I don't like you hurting," I told him as I studied his face.

He had not slept at all. His eye bags were dark and his 5 o'clock shadow was rough.

"I know darling and I love you so much and I am so sorry. I don't like hurting you. I made that promise to love and honor you and I didn't keep the promise of not breaking your heart. My fear of losing you became reality for the last 16 hours," Andy whispered.

"But we can grow and learn together. Death do us part," I reminded him.

Andy walked to the side table and grabbed my forgotten wedding band off the table.

He slowly walked back to me.

"Will you still be my wife?" Andy asked as he bent down on one knee.

I looked at him.

"I never stopped and I won't ever stop being your wife," I told him as he slipped the ring back on my finger.

Andy slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around me and sighed.

"I love you," Andy mumbled near my ear.

"And I love you," I told him as I kissed his cheek.

"I will do better I promise. I don't want to lose you," Andy told me.

"You won't lose me ever," I reassured.

Mending broken hearts one day at a time.