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

Chapter 9 Andy

It had been five days and I was starting to worry. Narla said that Danni was going to be gone for a couple of days. It's been five. I paced around my living room trying to think of places she could be. Where would Danni go? If only I knew her better. I hadn't really slept for three days because I didn't know if she was hurt. But why would she be? There isn't anyone left to hurt her. Why am I getting so worked up about this?

"You're going to burn holes in the carpet," Yvette laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

"What's got you going?" She asked, making herself comfortable on the couch.

"Danni, she's been gone for five days,"

"Maybe she needed a couple more days Andy,"

"You're right,"

"It's like your a love sick puppy,"

"I just want to make sure she's okay,"

"She's a big girl Andy, she can take care of herself,"

"I know,"

"Stop working yourself up alright?"

"Your right,"

"Maybe she'll be at the softball game today? She does play remember," I looked at my watch.

"It's not long till they start,"

"Well let's get going then because you're really leaving an imprint on the carpet."

"Shut up," I mumbled, grabbing my car keys.

"Besides, aren't you joining the team anyway?"

"No, I don't play softball,"

"Well you can't physically play football anymore, your shoulders never going to be able to take the pressure,"

"And softballs any better?" I asked, both of us getting in the car.

"At least you can pitch with your right arm too Andy. You can't throw shit with your right in football,"

"True, but I've already played softball and I didn't really enjoy it,"

"Well you have a hot girl o watch play now so maybe you will,"

"Are you calling Danni hot?"

"I mean, in a platonic friendly way," I just nodded. I really do hope she's here.

"Stop worrying Andy! You're going to get stress wrinkles,"

"It's just with everything that's happened to her it's hard to believe that there isn't anyone else out there that won't hurt her,"

"I know but you have to realise that those people are gone and she's okay. She just needs time to recollect herself," we both got out of the car and headed towards the softball field.

"Besides, at least she isn't gone for six months,"

"Please stop bringing that up," I mumbled.

"You're gonna get it a lot from her so I'm just preparing you,"

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically. Yvette and I took our seats in the stands and watched as the girls walked out. I could see the red headed girl that talked to me the other day. She was wearing a pale yellow uniform with white pants. She took her position as pitcher. I looked around the field in the hopes of finding her and there she was. Standing in the middle of the outfield was Danni. She had her baseball cap on. Her hair was braided to the side. She looked really good in the uniform. It really brought out her body.

"Look there's your lover, so stop being so paranoid," I rolled my eyes at her and watched the game.

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The game was soon over and they ended up winning by a lot. Danni was actually really good at softball. She made so many great catches and she had a good throw on her too. She made some unbelievable catches that not even pros could catch. I was waiting outside the change rooms for her.

"Going to play for us?" The red head asked.

"I'll consider,"

"Alright, I'm Nicole by the way, here's my number,"

"Thanks," I nodded, taking the paper from her. She smiled and walked away. I noticed Danni had started walking towards her car.

"Hey!" I called, running after her. I caught up to her.

"Danni." I breathed, putting my hand on her shoulder. She flinched under my touch.

"You okay?"

"I'm okay I just have somewhere to be-"

"Where'd you go?"

"It doesn't matter,"

"Danni come on it's been five days-"

"At least it's not six months Andy," she replied harshly. I looked into her eyes. They were red and puffy. Had she been crying?

"Why have you been crying?"

"It doesn't matter because you don't seem to care anyway," she went to open her door but I closed it.

"I do care Danni which is why I'm asking where you're going in such a hurry,"

"I have something to do that is only my business,"

"I don't believe you,"

"Well I don't believe you either so will you just let me go?"

"How long are you going for?"

"I don't know until I get this thing sorted out,"

"What thing?"

"It's none of your business Andy, keep your nose out of my business," Why was she acting this way?

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what Andy?"

"Like I'm jus a waste of space to you,"

"Because that's how you made me feel for six months. You made me feel like I wasn't good enough for you. You made me feel like I was so broken that I had no way of ever getting healed. You made me feel like I was so low that I couldn't get back up. You made me want to kill myself because you broke me that much. I nearly killed myself Andy because you couldn't suck it up and just fucking talk to me. You say you fucking love me but it doesn't feel like it. You left me alone to suffer through everything on my own. I may not of got shot but I lost my fucking mum. My own mum Andy. I fucking murdered a babies life. I have constant reminders of the abuse and rape I got daily and you left like I had no problems and none of that affected me. It just feels like I am a waste of space to you," I was about to speak when she got in her car and went away. I couldn't believe what she had just told me. She tried to kill herself? Is that why she was so bad? I seriously made her that broken.

"I'm such a fucking idiot," I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair.

"What's you do now?" I turned around and found Narla and Yvette holding hands.

"Did you know?" I asked Narla.

"Know what?"

"That she tried killing herself," I felt the tears welling in my eyes. Narla looked at me shocked.

"Did you?"

"Yes," she replied, holding her head down. Yvette looked as shocked as me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, feeling myself well up.

"I don't know," I nodded my head and just walked away from them. How could I do this to her? How could I brake her so much that she wanted to do this to herself. I felt like such a monster. I really wasn't good enough for her. I was going to make myself forget everything for a while.