The Purge {a.b} ✔

Chapter 6

12:15am

I moved under the blanket and swallowed. I felt warm, safe, comfortable under the blanket. It didn't feel like my bed though. I rolled over and opened my eyes. My vision was still slightly blurry but I was able to focus them on the fire that was in front of me. I put my hand out to touch the fire, but someone pushed it away. I raised my head from the blanket and looked over to the person. Andy was sitting there, looking deeply into the fire. The reflection of the fire reflected on Andy's face, illuminating his features and his bright blue eyes. He glanced over to me and I heard him let out a breath.

"You're okay." he muttered with a slight smile.

"What happened..?" I began to sit up more, but my head started to sting and I let out a small whimper.

"Don't move too much. Your head is still healing from the fall you took. You tried to run away from me and you fell into a deep ditch. It took me awhile to get you out of it. It was pretty damn deep." Andy responded.

"Oh." I said after a moment's reflection of the incident.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. I know you're not used to it. I'm just used to it since.. well..never mind." he tossed that idea to the side and stared back at the fire. "I'm not used to being with such fragile people. I know I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm an asshole, I know. It's okay, you can call me it. I'm letting you. I won't yell at you if you do." Andy said, still looking at the fire.

I thought about it for a moment, but I reached over to him and hugged him tightly. I don't think he was expecting it at all since it took him a minute to hug me back. He gripped my tightly, like he didn't want to let go.

"Oh," he quickly said, letting go. He pulled something out his bag and showed it to me. "I saw you drop the bag and I picked it up for you." he handed me the chips and I smiled.

"Thank you, Andy. I appreciate it." I smiled at him. He smiled back for the first time and it was a nice smile. I don't know how to explain it but it was actually nice. Not the cheesy smiles, a genuine smile. The smile you would have when you see your baby walk for the first time, or even the their first laugh. It was the smile that you would see on someone who found out they got rehired to a job. I know that sounded incredibly cheesy, but it really was a nice smile.

"Don't mention it." he said in a soothing tone.

When he was not yelling at me, his voice was actually nice. It was raspy when he would talk in low voices, but loud and painful when he would yell.  I wouldn't have expected myself to ever even leave the house. I promised my father I wouldn't. I broke his promise. I broke the promise about not trusting anyone, but here I am trusting a man who broke into my home not even a few hours ago. I'm trusting a man who has a gun in his pocket. I scooted closer to him, bringing the blanket on the both of us. I laid my head on his shoulder and stared into the fire.

"What are we going to do?" I stressed. Andy put his arm around me and I could hear him sigh.

"I don't know, honestly." he murmured and he raised his head to look at the sky.

"We are going to find my father right?" I said.

"I'm trying. But listen, Wynter." he turned me over and gripped the sides of my arms. I looked at him with hopeful eyes. Father had to be alive. I knew he was. He was strong and I don't even know what I would do without him.  I could see Andy was searching my eyes for something, for anything. I wasn't sure why he looking.

"We will find him." he bit his lip softly and nodded. I don't think that's what he was going to say. I think he was going to say something else, but he didn't want to hurt me. Which coming from him is very nice. I looked into his eyes and I could tell something was bugging me. I was curious why, but I didn't want to question him about it. If it was so bad, he would tell me. I hope he would tell me so I won't have to be wondering about what is until afterwards. I bit my lip and nodded at him before leaning closer to him. I shut my eyes and tried to remember the stories my dad used to tell me.

"Daddy!" I squealed in his lap.

"Oh sh, Wynter. I know you're excited for the story." daddy said and pulled the covers on both of us.

"Once there was this town where anything and everything could happen. There was a girl named Wynter who wished and wished she could sing. One day when she was sitting underneath the bridge, playing with the frogs. She saw a woman in a slender blue dress who walked up to her. The woman didn't say anything but just one word,'Believe.' and afterwards the girl could sing so beautiful the town would come to her home just see her sing" he finished with a smile.

I giggled,"Was the girl Wynter pretty?"

"Oh she was beautiful that no one could compare. Long blonde locks, like yours, and bright blue eyes with snow white skin." he put out his hand to imagine. "One day you'll grow up to be just like the Wynter in the story." father smiled.

"I hope I do!" I said with a smile. "I want to be pretty just like the Wynter in the story. Then hopefully get married someday to a beautiful man."

My father laugh,"Men aren't beautiful. They are handsome. Women are beautiful, men are handsome. You understand now my little snowflake?" he leaned close to my face and I nodded.

"I hope I meet someone one day that's bea- I mean handsome." I smiled.

I  smiled at the thought and looked back at Andy. He was a beautiful man even if my father said men are handsome. Guys could be beautiful too, even if daddy says otherwise. I felt butterflies when I felt Andy's hand creep onto mine. I let him and tightened my grip on his hand. I looked down and smiled at it. Andy didn't notice, he was still looking at the fire. I watched the light of the fire reflect of his porcelain skin.

Andy was beautiful.