Flames

CHAPTER THREE

A/N: Sorry it's been before summer started since I've written. I've been busy, but today I just felt like writing. I've made a few minor changes to chapters ONE and TWO. They're very small, so it's no big deal if you don't read them. Nothing in the storyline changes. You didn't miss anything. Just thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to read them. Hope this chapter makes up for it. Anyways, enjoy ;)

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*CHAPTER THREE*

"So, Jackie," Teresa starts, "How was the appointment? Did it help?" "No, not really." "I'm sorry, Hon. Do you want me to find someone else? Someone better?"

I sigh. "Aunt Teresa, I know you're trying to help. I totally love you for that. It's just that... therapy isn't what I need right now. I'm not good at talking about my feelings. I don't care to broadcast them, either. I would really appreciate if you wouldn't force this on me, even if you are just trying to help. Please, don't make me go to any more therapy."

"Honey, you've only been to two sessions. You don't even know if it's working yet. You haven't been going long enou-" "I have though," I cut her off. She gives me a shocked look. "I'm sorry for cutting you off, but I actually have. Maybe not this one, but I've been put in therapy before. I used to have depression problems. My parents forced me to go to therapy and forced me to take meds for it. It didn't work. That's why I'm really not looking forward to going to this guy. Please don't make me."

She looks defeated, yet understanding. "Okay, Honey. I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I wish you had just talked to me." "I would have, but like I said before, talking isn't really my strong suit. I don't even really talk to Andy about this stuff."

She looks to him for confirmation, and he nods. "She's telling the truth, Mom. She's not really an open book. She's more like someone's secret diary. All dark and quiet." I kick him under the table. "Ouch! What the fu-" "Andrew James, you better watch your language, young man!" "What? I was gonna say fudge... duh."

She's unconvinced. "You know you're not too young for me to spank you, right? Save the dirty language for someone else's presence. I won't have it." "Mom, you're such a prude." She kicks him under the table, just like I did. I laugh at the two of them. I wish I had that kind of relationship with someone... with my parents.

"Ow, come on man. I'm alone in this house full of girls. All I've got is Henry." He gets up from the table and walks toward Henry, who's laying at the bottom of the stairs. "You're my only friend, come here, bud."

Henry gets up and goes to another room, leaving me and Aunt Teresa laughing so hard.

"Oh, shut it, you two," Andy says, looking only a little upset.

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After showering, I put a towel around me and make my way toward my bedroom. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little naughty one I met earlier." I hear some annoying voice say. I turn around and roll my eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask rudely. "Calm down, sweetcheeks. I just came to get my earphones. I left them here yesterday." "Where's Andy?" "Uh, he's still downstairs. We're gonna go out tonight. Care to join?" He winks. "Umm, no thanks," I reply with a disgusted face. "What about Teresa? Is she here?" I ask. "Nah, Andy said she's working the night shift," he answers. I feel annoyed.

"So... you don't wanna come with us tonight?" He asks. "Nope." "You sure about that?" He asks, coming closer. "Uhh, pretty sure," I say, getting nervous. I'm still backing up... until I hit the wall. He keeps coming closer. "That's a shame, Dollface." "Sure. A real shame..." He's now blocking me into the corner. His arms are at both sides of my head. His body is pressed up against mine. Goosebumps form on my skin. "See you soon," he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my ear. I shiver.

"Awe, babe. Do I give you goosebumps?" "Get the hell away from me," I whisper, not wanting Andy to hear me. "What if I don't want to?" he asks, slyly. "I guess I'll just have to kick you again." I say, concealing my evil grin. "Oh, I don't think you will," he says, confident.

Accepting the challenge, without thinking, I swing my leg up to kick him in the stomach, causing the towel to drop to the floor. He swiftly catches my leg. He doesn't immediately let go, but just stares at me, no emotion showing. I'm too embarrassed to move. He starts to smile, slyly.

"Awe, Sugarplum, were you that desperate for attention?" He comes closer again, trapping me, but not pressing against me this time. "You could have just asked," he whispers in my ear. He still has a hold on my leg, so I can't kick him.

I finally get rid of the lump in my throat and speak. "Let go of me, you sick creep. What the hell do you think you're-" He clamps a hand over my mouth. I'm guessing he doesn't want Andy to hear.

Before he can speak, I hear, "Yo, Ty, will you hurry up? I told you where they were. Why are you taking five years to get them. You better not be messing with my cousin." "Dude, I'm not messing with her. I haven't even seen her," he replies.

I glare at him and he backs away, slowly releasing my leg. He puts a finger up to his lips. Right before heading downstairs, he grabs my hand and kisses it. "Later, Dollface." I'm too stunned to move. He runs downstairs, and leaves with Andy.

I hurriedly pick up the towel, go into Andy's room, retrieve the headphones, and go into my own room. I don't want Andy finding out what happened, by seeing that Ty never got the headphones. I hide them in my dresser and get dressed. As I think about what just happened in the hallway, my face reddens in embarrassment.

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I wake up screaming. So much for not having this dream anymore... where is Andy? He always comes in here... Andy never comes in, so I guess he's still out with Ty. I feel alone and scared.