Grey

Chapter 19

"I covered for you." He said seriously.

"what do you mean?" I asked.

"Your name could get involved with all this shit, if I had told him that it was Andrew who attacked me." he said.

"Attacked? What exactly even happened?" I questioned him.

"Are you kidding me, Savannah. He broke my fucking rib is what happened." He let out a huge sigh and looked the other way.

I had a hard time imagining Andrew doing this. I knew he was capable, but my mind wouldn't let me see it. 

"I should probably go." I said reluctantly, getting off the bed. 

"Where? To your house. Where Andrew is?" he stated patronizingly. 

The tone of the conversation changed completely. 

"Where else am i supposed to go?" I bit back. I grabbed my bag and turned for the door.

"Savannah, come on-" He tried to get my attention, but i had already left the room.

I needed to talk to Andrew. This whole situation had gotten out of hand because i let my guard down. When i first found out Andrew was something other than what i thought, i let it go. How stupid could i be. He has put me and my friends in danger. I trusted him. I am heart broken by my own stupidity. 

As i make it to the parking lot, where the attendants had parked Andrews car, I noticed the license plate on Andrews car had "New York" as the state name. 

"How many pieces are there to this puzzle?" I huffed to myself. 

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I pull into my houses lot, thanking god i didn't put any dents in his car. I walk up to the house and pull the door open. I sheepishly step in, as to not make any noise. 

"Andrew?" I quietly say as i look around the living room at the mess that was made. 

"Andrew! Where are you? We seriously need to talk!" I raise my voice. I start my way up the stairs when i se him coming down at the same time. 

"Sav, I'm sorry you had to see-" He started and i cut him off.

"Stop. You need to explain what the hell is going on! You're leaving drugs in my house? What the hell are you think-" 

"I'm trying to fucking keep you out of trouble, yet somehow you keep getting involved.." he sighs. 

"So this is my fault?" I raise my voice at him. "You are the one hiding fucking drugs in MY CLOSET! How is that ME getting involved?" I yell. 

"So you do know where it is then?" 'He comes closer as i step back.

"Wheres the fucking bag. I know he made you hide it. That fucking pussy would've told me where he put it." He steps closer to me.

"You need to answer my questions first." I push back. 

"I've already told you enough to get you in trouble, apparently" He stays firm and looks at me with harshness. "Everything i am doing is to keep you safe." 

"You clearly don't know what you're doing! Keeping me safe doesn't look like this!" I yell, push past him and rush up the stairs to my room. 

I lock the door behind me, slide to the floor and start crying. How could i have let all this go over my head. It was so simple at first. He gave me butterflies before, now i'm finding myself feeling sick.