Loving Her (Book 2/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 3 Andy

It was now midnight and Narla and Danni were beyond drunk. Yvette only had a couple of drinks because she didn't like getting drunk. She said that she's usually a fight drunk. I watched as Danni stood outside. She hadn't come back in since she went out. She'd had five bottles of alcohol since being outside. I knew something was bothering her but she was shutting me out. Maybe leaving was a bad idea. Did I really break her that much that she couldn't open up to me?

"I think we're ready to go home," Yvette laughed, holding a sleeping Narla in her arms bridal style.

"I'll meet you in the car. I'll get Danni," Yvette nodded and walked out the door. I took a big breath before walking over to her. I took note of the bottles sitting on the balcony. She sat on the floor, her legs dangling off. She had her head resting on the beam, still looking over the town.

"Ready to go?" I asked. She turned to look at me. I could only just see her but her mascara had run down her face.

"Danni," I breathed knowing that she was crying.

"How could you leave?" She slurred, stumbling to get up.

"I needed time," I told her. I went to help her up but she held her hands up to stop me.

"I'm fine," she mumbled. She took a step and nearly fell over. I caught her.

"I'm fine," she told me, leaving my arms and stumbling towards the stairs.

"Be careful,"

"Like you care," she laughed, stumbling her way down. I followed her. I couldn't tell whether she was an angry drunk or a sad drunk. She kept stumbling but I knew not to reach out for her. She clearly didn't want anything to do with me. She climbed into the back of the car. I climbed into the drivers seat.

"All good?" Yvette asked, looking at me concerned.

"Yep," I sighed.

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I parked the car in my driveway. I looked in the review mirror and saw that both of them were asleep.

"I never thought they'd be that much of party animals,"

"Neither did I," I laughed, getting out of the car.

"Well you only have 2 beds so should we put these guys in mine and we share yours?"

"Sounds good," I replied opening Danni's door. I unbuckled her seatbelt and picked her up bridal style. She was quite light. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, her head in the crook of my neck. I shivered when I felt her breath hit my neck. It made me remember the times I looked after her. I used my hip to close the door before heading up to the front door.

"Danni seemed off tonight,"

"Yeah she's upset at me," I opened the door and locked it once Yvette was in.

"I mean, she has every right to be,"

"I know," I mumbled, walking up the stairs.

"Did she say anything about it?"

"No," I replied. She didn't say anything. She just looked broken. She still didn't understand why I left. We put them both down on the bed.

"Do you think she'll forgive me?" I asked Yvette while slipping Danni's shoes off.

"Beats me. If you open up to her maybe, but you really affected her,"

"I thought it would help,"

"Sometimes it only helps one person," I pulled the rugs over them both.

"You regret it don't you," she sighed, leaning against the wall behind her. I was looking at her. She was so beautiful.

"Every day," I replied, feeling my heart break every time I remembered her crying. Was she crying the whole time?

"Sorry," Yvette sighed, before leaving the room. I let my eyes trace over Danni. Her face seemed less full then last time. She had bags under her eyes. I tucked the hair out of her face before letting my lips fall on her forehead. I kissed her softly before watching the light off and leaving the room. Was I an idiot for what I did? I walked into my room and heard the shower running. I slipped my jeans and shirt off before changing into a tank top and pyjama bottoms. I ran my fingers though my hair, staring at my reflection. I couldn't stand that I had broken her. I knew that she wasn't showing me the full extent but I didn't want to see it. It would make me feel more guilty about leaving. I lifted my shirt and traced the cut from my right ribs to my left hip. The memories of her mum cutting me echoed though my mind. I shivered at the memory. The scar was nearly healed over now.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," I lifted my shirt down and looked at Yvette.

"It doesn't matter because she's safe,"

"She may be safe Andy but she's defiantly not okay,"

"I know," I replied, walking towards my bed.

"Just try and talk to her okay? She won't admit it but she wants to talk to you too. You guys will work it out,"

"Will we?" I asked, feeling the bed dip.

"I hope so. I hate seeing my two friends sad," I laid with my back to her. She switched the lamp off. I laid their listening to her breathing. The memories of that night filled my mind.

"I see he's already used a bullet," Danni's mum laughed, walking towards me. My stomach was aching. The bullet pierced through my left side.

"Not talking now are we?" She laughed, grabbing the blade and digging it across my arm.

"Stop!" I screamed in pain, feeling it trace the mark Beatrice left.

"Not a chance," she smirked, hitting me across the jaw. I felt her ring split my lip.

"My daughter deserves so much better than you," she spat, letting the knife dig into my thigh. I groaned in pain. I watched as she picked up the gun again.

"I hope you realise that my daughter doesn't love you. She'd be a fool to fall in love with you," I screamed when the bullet got lodged into my thigh. My whole body shook at the impact.

"You are pathetic Andy. You are worthless. You are nothing," she shot another bullet into my shoulder. I screamed so loud, feeling another bullet enter my shoulder. I felt it hit the bone.

"Ahh!" I yelled, trying not to cry.

I laid there feeling the hot tears fall down my cheeks. But I wouldn't make a sound. I didn't want to be weak again.