The Man Behind the Makeup

Chapter 26: Juliet Over Andy?

Annabelle's POV

I still can't fucking get that out of my head. I sat Indian style in the dark on the floor of my room as I blankly stared at the wall. I went through Andy's phone and there was no sign of anything, but that doesn't mean that he didn't just delete all those messages before he slid it across the floor. I sighed and got up and looked around the room. The sun started to shine through the windows and you could see all the broken glass, blood on the tile floors, and tipped furniture in my house. Alexia is supposed to come visit today, so hopefully she can help me figure out my next move.

I got up and grabbed the vacuum, then started to suck up all the shattered glass on the floor. Yesterday before Andy came home, I called my manager and told him that I was taking today off for "family issues". I think he knew I was lying, but he didn't call me out on it. Once the glass and blood was cleaned up, I flipped all the furniture back over the right way and picked up the lamps that fell with the side tables. Luckily, they weren't broken because I don't want to have to go buy new lamps.

It was an hour before Alex arrived, so I decided to go take a shower. I stripped and looked in the bathroom mirror. Blood was matted in my hair and dried in lines all over my upper body and the back of my legs. To me, this was something completely normal. I just shrugged and got in the shower, instantly starting to scrub off all the blood from my body and wash it out of my hair. I smiled a little as I watched it swirl around my feet before dispersing into the clear water as it went down the drain.

I got out and wrapped myself in a black towel and put another one around my hair. I turned and looked at the scars on my back. They looked as if nothing happened to them, thank goodness. I opened the door and emerged from the steamy room over to my closet. Hm, something comfortable and casual. I grabbed black skinny jeans, a black undershirt, and a dark grey shirt and slipped them on over my underwear. I also slipped on a ring my dad gave me and put in some earrings and a matching necklace. Okay, now lastly, makeup. I applied my foundation and concealer, then finished off with a dark natural eye with thick mascara and light eyeliner.

The doorbell rang and I slipped on my grey boots and ran down the stairs. I smiled at Alexia, but she could tell that something was off. I haven't seen her for over a month and a half, but it's like she never left. We went into the kitchen and I saw that she pulled out the chair that I was sitting in yesterday.

"Why is this covered in blood? Anna, what happened?" I grabbed the cleaner and some paper towels. As I cleaned the area, I told her everything that happened from when I first got to Juliet's to after Andy left yesterday. I grabbed my phone and Andy's so I could show her the messages and stuff on his phone. My eyes burned and I had streams of blood falling from them. She walked over and wrapped me in her arms and I cried. She pulled away and I looked at her and she smiled a little as she put her finger up to her face. There was a mustache on it and I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Is that really what you tattooed on yourself in school? You know, sometimes I question whether you are truly twenty two. " She laughed and nodded her head, but quieted down when she started to get lost in her thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, but I am extremely confused about you. Why the hell would you choose Juliet over Andy? They dated and she hated you, remember? Plus I think I can see a water mark on those messages in the corner. They're fake, Annabelle. That bitch tricked you." I raised my eyebrow and stared at the photos. Shit, she's right.

"That fucking bitch. I can't believe that I chose to believe her over Andy." She got up and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and two stemless glasses. She poured us each half a glass and I instantly took a sip from it, feeling myself start to relax as the alcohol ran through my veins. We aren't big drinkers, but it's always nice to drink once in a while with a friend or when you're stressed out. "The things I did, I doubt he would want to talk to me again."