Coming To Terms

Chapter 6

Much later that night, I rolled around in bed trying to sleep but my mind kept me up. I looked over at my phone, seeing it was literally just a bit after midnight. My body was tensed up and aching. I hated this. I sighed, just rolling over to my side trying to clear my mind to sleep. But all I could see in my head was Andrew, and the bathroom. And what possibly could have happened if I hadn't said yes to him stopping. I could feel myself getting tight down there at the thought, then my phone started vibrating. I looked over, seeing I was getting a call. And of course, it's him. "What?" I answered, annoyed. "Oooh, sounds like someone can't sleep" I heard him chuckle in response. "You up to come out on a drive?" I rubbed my head in confusion, sitting up in bed then remembering about him asking to hang out earlier in the evening. "Depends, am I gonna have some goon show up if we do?" I asked, looking over my bandaged hand. "Not this time, I promise" He said sharply. With how I was feeling, I was nervous too. But I can suppress it. "I'll come along then " I said softly, getting up to change. "Good, I'll be there in 10" He responded, then hanging up. I threw on a simple pull over sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans and my black crocs. I quietly walked out of my room, and down the stairs hoping it wouldn't wake up Dad. As I walked outside, I saw Andrew's truck parked a few yards away. He had on a backwards baseball hat, wearing the same clothes from earlier with a toothpick in the side of his mouth. I jumped into the truck, shutting the door as I studied him looking at his phone. He was looking at trucks? I snickered a little to myself, making him look up from his phone. "What's so funny?" He asked me. "You're looking for a new truck?" I asked, putting on my seat belt. "Yeah, sadly. I know I'll have to replace this one here soon. It's gone through a lot when Dad bought it, and with me too. Plus, I'm tried of always working on it" He sat his phone in the center counsel, taking the truck out of parking and driving towards the main road. "You look nice" Andrew randomly blurted out. I raised an eyebrow at him, then went to looking out the window. Only reason he probably said that is because I had my hair half up/half down. I don't think he's going to or ever will see my hair all the way down, hardly no one does. "So, where to this time?" I asked, looking towards the tree line we were passing. "A place you wouldn't think of going to" He played with the toothpick in his mouth, then taking it out and tossing it out of his rolled down window. We drove for a few minutes, then we slowed down turning into an old church. It was small, and looked like it was no longer being used. Then we followed the gravel driveway, going to the back where I seen a big lot of headstones. I paused myself for asking Andrew what we were doing here, but I knew I'd soon find out. As he parked and turned the truck off, I climbed out and shut the door walking to the front of it. "Follow me" He murmured, walking straight towards the plots. It looked like no one had been buried here in a long time, but as we approached the far back row, I noticed it. Then I started having flashbacks of mom, and her funeral. I quickly brushed it out of my mind, then stopped beside Andrew. I looked down, and seen a picture of a young woman. She had beautiful blonde hair and on big smile on her face. That's when I looked at the name, and realized. It was his mother. I swallowed hard, feeling a heavy feeling in my chest. I looked at the year she passed, and then it clicked. She had to have passed shortly after Andrew was born. "My mom passed after having me. Well, three days after. She didn't leave the hospital. Something about her clotting wasn't right, so she kept bleeding until it finally didn't stop and she passed. There was nothing else do help it" He said in a flat tone. I could tell it hurt him talking about it, the way his eyes stiffened when he was looking at her headstone. "I'm sorry..." I quietly said. He shrugged his shoulders, dusting off the front of the headstone. "I'm sorry about your mom too" Andrew murmured, looking over at me. I sighed, just hitting my feet together. I didn't really like talking about my mom's death, I was young. But it wasn't the same like it was for Andrew. He barely had a mom, and I could tell he wished it were different. "I've never...brought anyone here before" He blurted out, slowly walking around the headstone. I stood in silence, not sure on how to respond. I felt a sense of sadness, but at the same time I felt pain too. Sadness for Andrew, but pain for me. As it was an instill thought in my mind about mom. I literally went and visited her grave the day before I graduated, talking and sitting by her headstone as if she was still alive. I told her how I've been taking care of Dad for her, made her proud by graduating and letting her know that no matter what, I would do college or The Academy for her. Tears started welling up in my eyes, quickly making me wipe them away before Andrew noticed. But he had kept his glance on me the whole time. I could hear him sigh, then suddenly I felt his embrace. It caught me off guard for a second, but I slowly wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his chest. This made me want to really cry, but I kept my mind on the fact that Andrew needed this hug more than me. He was slowly rubbing my back in comfort, for what felt like hours. I suddenly let out a big yawn, then Andrew pulled away to look down at me. "Come on, let's get you back" He said, holding his arm on my back and guiding me to the truck. I barely was able to get in, putting my seatbelt on before leaning back into the seat and closing my eyes. I was so tired, my eyes were extremely heavy. I couldn't keep them open anymore, and before I knew it I fell fast asleep.