New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 14:

Andy's chest rose and fell in a calming manner as he lied still in the bed. I sighed with relief, resting my elbows on my knees. My hands were held together covering my mouth, and my right knee continued to bounce up and down in anxiety.

He laid there, still as could be. He hadn't woken up in hours, and his hair was still damp. I let out a shaking breath, watching over thin closely.

Why do I care so much!

Rain pounded against my window, followed by thunder, but I was too focused on Andy and his health to even pay attention to the weather.

My heart pounded against my rib cage, and my breathing was heavy. I couldn't let him die out in the rain, I couldn't. I needed him, I needed him now. Not only for answers to my memory loss, but I felt like I'd lose everything if I lost him.

I leaned over in the chair, taking a warm wash cloth in my hands. I lifted up his jacket and shirt and placed the warm rag against his cold skin, cleaning off extra blood that had dried on it, and laid the rag on his forehead. I studied him carefully, and stopped at the tattoo. Glancing down at my own, I lifted it up to his, and let out a long breath. Identical. Completely identical tattoos. I leaned back in my chair, wondering to myself as to what this meant. What this symbol was.

"Harry you little liar," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. He had told me that I got this in honor of him, in honor of our love. That I got it for him and o my gun, but now that I think of it, it's a total bullshit lie.

I leaned my head over, peeking at Andy's bandages that I had placed on him. To my amazement, I watched as his skin began to wrap itself around the wound, slowly but surely. He was healing himself, and it sent shivers up my spine. He definitely wasn't human. Was he like Elliot? An angel? My eyes peeled under him, and to my dismay, found no wings. In Addison, the glowing red eyes and fangs didn't quite help the situation.

I practically jumped out of my skin as the doorbell sounded through the house. My eyes went wide as I snapped my head to my bedroom door and back to Andy, hoping he wasn't waken. I watched as he silently stirred in his sleep, but nothing more than a twitch of his head. I sighed with relief and headed out to the hall. I slipped out my bedroom door, leaving it cracked just a bit and tip toed down the stairs. The cold hard wood floor sent chills up my body as it came in contact with my feet, and I practically gasped for in shock as I pressed my eye to the peep hole.

I swung the door open. "Monica!?"

Rain pounded against her head, drenching her in water as she gave a small smile, "Hey babe! I, uh, got held up a little late," She held up a few bags from Jewel Osco, "but I brought food!"

Oh crap, I had forgotten about Monica! She wasn't supposed to come, or was she? Now that I think of it, she was supposed to come. But after the situation with Andy and the streets, my mind was only focused on Andy. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Hi Monica," I said quietly, biting my lip nervously. She pulled me in for a hug, wetting my shirt a bit. I hugged back, but cringed at the cold wet skin that came in contact with mine, "Listen Monica, I'm so sorry but I can't have you stay here."

"What! Why?" She questioned.

"I, uh," Think Madison! "I've got the flu?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

"If you'd like to come in I'll allow you to. I'm sure the bathroom full of puke will-"

"Alright alright!" She said, holding out her hand in disgust as she shook her head at me. "Yeck, feel better babe, okay? Get well for tomorrow!" She cheered, hugging me once more.