{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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A sigh escapes Andy's lips as she places her helmet up on her rack. She shakes her head, looking back and forth between the helmet and the locker making sure everything's good. Footsteps are heard entering into the little area causing Andy to pick up her head and glance over her shoulder. Her brown eyes meeting Sullivan's.
"Please leave," Andy says looking away from him as he clenches his jaw and shakes his head, closing the door slightly with a small crack.
"We need to talk Andy," Sullivan says. "I'm not signing the papers."
Andy stops what she's doing and turns her full body around, facing the taller man.
"What?"
"I can't. We're married Andy. We're supposed to be together. We are wife and husband. You can't just make choices without me. We didn't even communicate this!"
"Communicate what? I want a divorce. I don't want to be married anymore," Andy says narrowing her eyes. "And I don't want you talking to my kid about us."
"Is that why you're being mean to me?"
"Being mean? No, no you haven't seen me mean. But I want to know what was said to Y/n when you two were on the overhang together."
Sullivan shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. "Nothing bad was said Andy. She asked why we were getting a divorce. I told her how I felt."
"She can't handle that right now Sully!" Andy shakes her head and places her hands on her eyes rubbing them slowly down her face. Sullivan tilts his head. "Whatever you said, you can't be saying."
"Why? She has a right to know-"
"No, not from you when you didn't want her to even be in my life! Our life! That's why I want a divorce! You don't want her!"
"Andy that's not..." Sullivan shakes his head and Andy nods.
"Don't tell me it's not what it seems like. It's exactly what it is. You don't want a kid that isn't your own blood. But that kid, that kid is my life right now. And if you're not wanting her then you're not wanting me."
"Andy I love you," Sullivan steps forward and places his hands on Andy's upper arms. Andy looks up into the man's eyes. "I love you. I can make it work."
Andy shakes her head. "But you can't Robert. You proved that when I wasn't myself when my father passed."
"I thought you wanted to be alone."
"I heard you on the phone with Amelia. You asked to take Y/n off our hands because you didn't know what to do and didn't feel like dealing with it while dealing with me."
Andy steps back from the man. His hands falling off of her. Andy's eyes glance down to the ground. "I also don't think this was going to work in the long run."
