Roommates

Chapter 11 - he's home

Andy and I lay in his bed, his head on my chest and my hands tracing the muscles on his back or playing with his raven black hair. I was content.
After so long I had finally accepted the fact that I was in love with Andy but I had never taken into thought... Ashley. What would he say?
Don't get me wrong I do love Ashley, I knew I'd love Ashley since the day I met him I just love Andy more.
Andy and I were talking about what we would say to Ashley, what would happen after that.
"What if he came early and caught us like this?" I frowned, running my fingers through his hair and gazing up at his bedroom ceiling.
"Well then... we would just have to see. And he won't anyway, they're doing instrumental recording in the studio. That takes a while trust me," Andy scoffed. I rolled my eyes, Andy seemed to forget that I've been his best friend forever and I had been in the studio with him for many albums and songs.
"What would he do to you, I don't I could handle that-" I could imagine the bruises and cuts and scrapes left on Andy's body, I would never let that happen to him.
"What do you mean? I would kick Ashley's ass!" He jumped up onto the bed like a child, after his little heroic stance he got back down with his hands and knees either side of my body.
"Andy I don't think this is a good idea," I suffered, a chaotic panic was dwelling deep inside my stomach but looking into's Andy's eyes I was somewhat calm.
"Sky, come on this is fine," he grinned, leaning down to kiss me. I lifted my head to kiss him back. I was too caught in the moment to hear the front door unlock, Ashley's keys hit the counter and his loud footsteps pace back and forth.
Andy's bedroom door swung open and Ashley stood staring at us, frozen. I could see the fiery anger in his deep brown eyes, I knew this would happen!
"Get the fuck of my girlfriend!" Ashley screamed tearing Andy from my arms. Punches were thrown and missed. Ashley was tightly gripping my wrist, my hand was numb.
Andy was on the floor at this point, clutching his stomach and groaning as my 'boyfriend' kicked his ribs over and over again.
May I remind you that this is Ashley so he was wearing his combats and kicking Andy who had broken his ribs a few years back. So you could tell I was mortified, screaming and crying for Ashley to stop.
"Ashley stop you're hurting me! You're hurting him!" I winced. I knew under Ashley's hand was bruises across my wrist, but I didn't care about me right now, I was just trying to distract Ashley.
"Shut the fuck up! I don't give a shit if this his hurting you, he deserves this!" Ashley kept kicking and kicking and kicking.
"No! Ashley my wrist-" Ashley immediately turned to me letting go of my arm. Blue, brown and purple stained my skin where Ashley's hand was.
"Shit, Sky I'm.. I'm sorry." He stumbled back as Andy struggled his way up and limped over to me. He gently took my hand and inspected the bruising.
"Don't be fucking sorry, you beat her best friend then break her fucking wrist you cunt!" Andy turned to Ashley. Ash went to throw a punch, Andy dodged and instead hit me.
Blackness.
I awoke, my head stinging and pounding at the same time, my wrist aching. I was in the bath, water lapping over me and Andy sat next to me on his phone. He was looking up medical advice. I winced and lifted my hand to my head, he turned to me like it was a natural reflex. Andy sighed, relived I was awake.
"What happened?" I slurred, "where's Ashley?"
Andy shushed me.
"He's gone, you're safe now," he smiled "he went to hit me and missed, knocked you out, you hit your head on the corner of my night stand."
"Thank you so much Andy!" I sighed.
Andy was most definitely my best friend.