My Perfect Weapon (Andy Sixx love story)

Lost It

*Jenny's POV*

"Where the fuck is he?!" I said to myself, sitting on the sofa, waiting for Andy. It was past midnight and he still wasn't home.

I heard a door close and I turned around immeadiatly. He stumbled into the living room where I had been waiting with my arms crossed for hours. He was very drunk. “Andy,” I said sternly. “Where the hell have you been?” He stared at me beneath his lowered eyebrows. “You are sexy when you’re mad.” “Andy this isn’t funny,” My voice softened a little. “I’ve been so worried. Where were you?!” I tilted your head, narrowing my eyes at the keys in his hand and nearly screetched, “did you drive home?!!” “Babe…” He stumbled forward a bit and grabbed my face, kissing me forcefully. He tasted like alcohol. I pulled myself away, pushing on his chest.

“Andy!! Answer me!!” I shouted. He looked confused and angry. He reached for me again and then grabbed my wrists, holding me tightly, close to him. “Kiss me,” he said through his teeth. “No!” I took a step back, fighting his grip that quickly tightened. I managed to wiggle out and, stood back, away from him. “Babe,” he said, gesturing for me to come closer. “Babe come here.” “Andy just tell me where you were,” I said softer.

I had been pacing the living room for an hour before he got home. I knew he was at the studio recording until eleven but I had no idea where he was when he didn’t come home after that, and he didn’t even call. “I was at Ashley’s…” He said, gesturing persistently for me to go to him. Of course he was at Ashley’s. Why didn’t I think of that? I could’ve gone to pick him up instead of him driving home in this state. I let him wrap his arms around my hips but that was as far as was willing to go. He started to lift me a little and suck on my neck. When I pushed on his chest, he just held you tighter. “Andy,” I murmured. “Andy stop.” “Why baby?” He said, breathily, slipping your tank top straps off your shoulders. “No!!” I fought his grip and stepped back, pulling my straps back up. “I said no, Andy!” He stared at me, furious, and I started to take another step back. “You don’t,” he growled, “say no to me ” I were ready to run but before I could, he raised his hand and struck me across my face. I gasped for air and fell to the ground, clutching my flaming cheek. “A-Andy…” I said softly, scared to look up at him. I started to crawl away from him slowly. Then, his foot crashed into the left side of my ribs. I collapsed entirely and hopelessly. He glared at me for a while and then I tentatively started toward your bedroom, hoping he wouldn’t follow me; he didn’t.

The next morning, I woke up and went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I had a faint bruise blooming on my face, but it was nothing I couldn’t cover with makeup. The bruise on my side was dark purple and aching. Hopefully it would go away soon. Andy stirred on the couch in the other room and I jumped a little at the sound. “Babe?” He called, rubbing his eyes. I froze. “Y-yeah?” “My head is killing me, could you bring me a glass of water and some Tylenol?” “Sure…” I dumped a few pink pills into my hand and poured water into a glass. I walked into the living room and handed them to him with shaky hands. “Babe?” He set the cup and pills down, sitting up. He looked at me with worried eyes. Soon, worry turned to shock and then shock melted into guilt. He was eyeing the bruise carefully. “Did I… Did I do that?” I covered the spot carefully with my hand. It still hurt. I nodded slowly and Andy turned pale. “I..” He choked. “I’m so… so sorry.” I sighed. “It doesn’t matter.” “No, it matters,” he said. “It matters a lot. I-I don’t remember anything… What happened?” I took a deep shaky breath. “You came home really late… Really drunk… And I was mad… And you wanted to…” I trailed off a bit. He looked down, ashamed. “Jesus…” “Well I said no,” I shrugged. “And then-“ “I hit you,” he said plainly. “God I can’t believe I did that..” He buried his face in his hands. “Andy,” I sighed and sat next to him. The movement sent a sharp pain shooting through my side and for the first time I wondered if he had broken a rib. I let a soft groan slip out and he winced at the sound. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his eyes widening all over again with realization. “Did I…” He was glancing between my sore middle and your bruised face. I nodded softly and lifted my top to show the baseball-sized, dark purple bruise. I wasn't gonna tell him about that just yet, if I could avoid it… But I had to… “Jesus!” He said in a high pitched voice; tears leaked out of his blue eyes. “Dammit!!” “It’s okay,” I said as I put my top back down. I knew it really wasn’t, but I had to convince him otherwise for now. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay.” “No,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair and hiding his face. “This is not okay.” I ran my hand over his back. “Andy we can work this out,” I said. I was upset but I knew he never meant to hurt me. Looking at him now was proof enough of that. “God, Maddy,” he groaned, wiping his tears again. “Stop… Stop being so okay with this.” “I love you,” I said softly. “And I really mean it when I say we can work it out.” “Promise me something?” He said, reaching his hand forward. When he cupped my cheek, I couldn’t help it- I flinched. I could see the self-hatred flash in his eyes and he looked away, pulling his hand into his lap sharply. “Do not let me hurt you again. Ever. Don’t even let me try.” “You won’t try,” I said. “I can’t believe this happened…,” he breathed, tentatively reaching out to my face again. I let him, this time, and kept myself from jumping this time, He ran his thumb over my bruised cheek, just barely touching. He needed me. I leaned forward onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around me in a soft embrace. He was so careful; as if I were a baby bird he had stepped on and was now trying to nurse back to health. He was warm and still smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. It almost caused me to pull away after last night, but I stayed. “Andy I love you,” I said into his shirt. “I love you so much,” he said, his voice thick. He was crying. “So much.”

(A/N - okay, im sorry for that chapter! I am not trying to say that he would beat women, its all fiction! Just thought I'd get that out there! Hope you are enjoying the story so far!)