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

Chapter 13 Danni

I sat on my bed holding the note Andy left me between my fingers. Things were always so complicated between us. We both held so much inside of us. I still didn't know what to do about my mums situation. I had all of these peoples profiles and her recordings of killing them. I flipped through one of her newest books when I stumbled across a profile for Andy. I looked over the notes and they matched exactly how she tortured and hurt her.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," I looked up, slamming the file shut. Andy was leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on her lips.

"Nope, just reading," I replied, quickly going to put the book in the bag. I felt Andy's hand stop me. She grabbed the book from my hand and examined it.

"May I look?"

"It's not a good idea," I mumbled. I felt the bed did beside me.

"Are you going to tell me or am I going to find out myself?"

"There's nothing to tell you," I replied, grabbing the book from her and slipping it in the bag.

"Is it about your mum?" I looked into her eyes.

"Yes,"

"Okay," she nodded.

"You kept my note," she whispered, picking it up with her fingers.

"I did,"

"Why?" She asked, her honey brown eyes falling to mine.

"So I had something," she nodded her head, turning her attention back to the bag. I felt her fingers trace over the necklace she gave me.

"I got this one of the first days of my trip,"

"Where'd you get it?"

"Azores," she smiled. She said it so sexily. It just rolled so easily off her tongue.

"It's beautiful,"

"I knew you'd like it,"

"I do," I smiled. It made me happy that she remembered my favourite animal was a dolphin. I had told her the story of why I liked dolphins too. She was the only one who didn't laugh at me.

"Where did you go when you left for a week?"

"No where," she looked at me questionably but she didn't question me further. I slipped the bag under my bed and leaned back against the wall. Andy did the same and intertwined her fingers with mine.

"You never told me about the things that happened in Europe," I smiled trying to change the subject.

"What is it you'd like to know?" She asked, tilting her head towards me.

"I don't know, tell me a story," she chuckled to herself.

"Alright. When I went to Rome I wanted to try nearly every food there. So I spent a whole day eating all the different types of pasta,"

"You ate pasta for a whole day?"

"Yes I had like thirty different types before I threw up,"

"And this is a good story?" I asked, laughing slightly. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I met a really good chef and he taught me how to make pasta the right way,"

"You'll have to show me some time then,"

"Of course," she smiled.

"Which place did you enjoy the most?"

"I really enjoyed Barcelona and Madrid,"

"I've always wanted to go to Europe,"

"What's stopping you?" She asked. I let my eyes fall to hers again. There wasn't anything stopping me. I just didn't know how or what to do to go and it just seemed like such a hassle.

"You know, it'll probably be good for you to spend some time away from here,"

"And go to Europe?"

"You don't have to go to Europe, even if we just travel around to a few towns for a week or two of even just going to the city,"

"We?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course, I travelled the country when I was 14. I have lots to show you,"

"Maybe one day," I replied, resting my head on her shoulder. She placed a kiss of my forehead.

"You know, while I was in Europe, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't miss you. You were in my mind the whole time,"

"But you didn't call,"

"Because I knew that deep down I fucked up and I just wanted to start all over again," I nodded.

"How am I doing so far?" I turned my head to look up st her. She had a small smirk on her lips.

"Not very well," she chuckled.

"What can I do to make things better?" She asked, moving me so that I was between her legs and lying back into her.

"You could watch a romantic comedy with me,"

"Please no Danni," she groaned.

"Oh well, when I thought we were getting close," I sighed, looking up at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Fine, I will watch a romantic comedy with you if you let me chose the snack food,"

"Deal," I smiled, pecking her lips.

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I made my way towards the cafe to start my shift. Andy and I had just watched a movie and talked about her time in Europe. It sounded like she had a really great time. I knew she wouldn't admit it, but so knew that she enjoyed the movie. I didn't question her about it but she laughed here and there and she was really engaged. I spent most of the time looking at her. She was breathtaking. She always was to me. Even with the knee scars that were on her skin, she was still beautiful.

I turned down the street and felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I fell to the floor, feeling the front of my head graze the concrete. I quickly looked up to see the three men who had raped me. I thought they weren't coming.

"Get her in the van," one of them grumbled. I tried to get up and run, but one of them jumped and landed on me. He tackled me until he had me on my stomach. He straddled me from behind and tied something to my wrists. I groaned at how tight he had done them up.

"Stop!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me.

"Someone-!" I went to yell again but everything turned black when I felt my head being hit against the ground.