The Outlaw's Sister

Never leave Andy and Willow alone together

Andy grabbed my hand; Ashley held the door as he led me out onto the driveway. Christian glared at us. If looks could kill I'd already be decomposing. His eyes sparkled menacingly. However as soon as Andy turned round to face him, he replaced his bitterness with an angelic demeanor. He was acting like a prick. He had only kissed me; Reality check he did not own me. I am not some toy he can throw away when bored but when someone shows some slight interest in my throw a tantrum because he can't have me. He was acting like a pig. A jealous sexist pig. The Andy interrupted my thoughts. 

"Can I drive Willow to The Carousel Restaurant." Andy asked.

"Andy don't ask me , ask Willow she can speak for herself." Ashley stated clearly. 

At least my brother got it. Andy should of known better by now.

"Sorry Willow."

"It's okay Andy." I laughed. " And yes I would like you to drive me there."

Christian gave Andy a glare. 

"Christian your coming with me." Ashley said angrily. 

Christian looked as if he was about to protest against Ashley's decision; then he looked at me and Andy. He gave me a clear look of disgust. Like the child he was he stormed off to Ashley's car. He locked himself inside the vehicle and sulked. He was such an Edward Cullen.

Andy winked at me cheekily. 

"Come on." He laughed."We haven't got all night"

He unlocked the car with a  click of a button. He walked towards his car, his long legs taking huge strides. 

"Do you want me to open it."

"Yes please Andy."

He yanked open the door. I smiled at him and stumbled into his car. I rested on the plush leather seat. He shut the door behind me and next thing i knew he was siting beside me revving up the engine. The beast purred like a kitten on catnip.

He rolled out of the driveway smoothly. Ashley and Christian were already racing ahead of us.  I could see them arguing. I prayed to Flying Spaghetti Monster it wasn't about me.

"So are you still a feminist?"

"Yes."

"Still avoiding tumblr feminism?"

"As always"

"Good I don't you to scream at me for looking at you." 

"Andy just like any other organization in the world, Feminism has a few extremists." I explained clearly. "They create a stereotype and a bad name for us which causes us be labeled as "crazy man haters."

He smiled when I said that last sentence. He did look impressed.

"You have a point."

His knuckles were white as he was holding on to the steering wheel too tightly.

"I understand why you are a feminist." He said quietly as if he was afraid someone would hear us. "Women are treated like 2nd class citizens."

He took one hand off the steering wheel. He took my hand in his. He looked into my eyes.

"I still remember what they did to you Blue Bear."

Tears began to well up in my eyes. I had prayed that he had forgotten. We hadn't seen each other or spoken since Christmas. The cause of our first meeting was traumatizing. Andy looked at me worried. He looked as if he wished he hadn't brought it up. I wish he hadn't. The last thing I needed was to be reminded of that fateful night. Andy waited for me to react. I just went silent. He turned at the nearest side street. He parked the car at the dead end. The street was quiet and peaceful. Andy gestured for me to sit in the back seat. I opened the door slowly. carefully I climbed out of the car trying to not to flash anything. I slammed the door behind me. I opened the back door. It was certainly easier to open than the front door. I climbed to the furthest seat. Andy slammed the door shut. He climbed over to where I was sitting. He wrapped his arms around me. He felt warm but I still shivered.