Chapter Eighteen
I tried clearing my head and got up to face Andy. He was laying there in a trembling heap watching me through glassy eyes. There was blood and lots of it. He couldn't have wanted this. I took a seat beside him on the bed gently.
"Andy, Gott, did he rape you," I asked in a soft voice.
"Y-yeah," he said fighting back tears.
"I'm sorry I yelled." I gently pulled him on my lap careful not to hurt his sore bottom. He just started crying big wet tears that soaked through my shirt. I felt so bad for him. Even though I was planning on taking his innocence tonight too.
"Do you want me to clean you up?"
He nodded and I picked him up and carried him with me to the bathroom. I knew he wouldn't want me to leave him by the way he clutched to my shirt. I got a wash-rag, a towel, and ran his bath water. I placed him gently in the tub and bathed him like he was a child, minding his rear.
When he was clean I drained the tub and wrapped him up in a towel. I placed him in the guest room deciding he probably didn’t to sleep in the room he was raped in. I stayed with him until he fell asleep and then I quietly crawled out of the bed and slipped out of the room. I still had some business to attend to.
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Those Bloody Tears
RomanceMaxxie just found his new play thing, a nineteen year old make up artest he just hired for his post hardcore band Those Bloody Tears, named Andy. Andy is The picture of innocence, while Maxxie is your classic bad boy lead singer who just made it his...