SHATTERED/Andy Fowler

Chapter 3: My Life Ended When I Left

Well it's been a few days since the anniversary party. Which also means that it's been a few days since I seen Andy. I can't believe that he actually showed up. I never expected to see his face again. 

Seeing Andy again made me want to breakdown and lose it again. Just like I did, when he broke up with me over text message. 

"You should talk to him." I hear someone say from behind me. There stands Ashton, my second pops. 

"Why? He hurt me pops. And plus it's not worth the pain I will be in afterwards. You remember when I tried to drown myself? My pain was a great all time high, and if I talk with him and not get what I want out of it, my pain will be worse than that. And that was horrible. It will be more than the fact I wanted to take my life. I promise." I say looking at him.

"Princess, I promise that all of us will be here, if that ever happens again. You need to trust me on this. Pops knows exactly what he's talking about, and telling you to do. If I didn't know what I was doing, then I wouldn't send you through it. Have I ever lied to you? Or given you a reason to not trust me?" 

"Never pops." I reply. 

"My point exactly. Now get dressed. You're meeting up with him." He says. He opens my closet and grabs something out for me to wear. 

"Hmm, well since you're twenty now, you can wear something adult and sexy like. Hmm, how about this, this and this. Yes, so good. Go on now change. I'll be downstairs." He says stepping out. 

I look down at the outfit lying on my bed waiting to be worn. It's sexy for sure but oh so adorable. I slip on the brown/creamy colored dress, and slide on purple pumps. I then proceed to curl my now maroon hair. 

I do my makeup quickly, then make my way downstairs slowly. Once I arrive there's voices coming from the rec/game room. I begin my small few step journey to show myself off and see how many approvals I receive. 

When I step into the room there's nobody there. There's a tape recorder sitting in the middle of the room on the pool table. I walk towards it and shutting it off. 

"You grew up. And you look amazing. Congratulations on your company's success." I hear Andy's all too familiar. I turn around and see the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Andy is still as beautiful as ever, and I almost collapse right here.

He steps towards me slowly, trying to not over step anything yet. The more he steps closer, the more nervous I become, and my breath hitches as he struts towards me, trying to leave me as breathless as ever. 

He reaches me, then put his hand on my cheek and pulling me closer to his face, our lips inches apart. "You need to stop thinking about me. It's killing you, and what's killing you, is killing me." 

"I can't. I just love you too much. I don't get it though, why you left me. You leave on a business trip leaving me in the blind for two weeks, then you break up with me the same day I hear from you. Andy you don't understand how hurt I am. You will never understand the level of pain I felt, the way you showed me how to do certain things, you know I miss you more than you realize. And trust me one of two things will happen after you leave here today. I'm going to get the answer I want and be happy with some type of closure, or I get the answer I have anxiety over hearing, then get ridiculously pissed because I have a shit temper, and smash every piece of glass in my room once again, leaving glass lodged into my skin requiring immediate attention. So you decide who hears what this time." I say. 

"I already know what I'm going to say. I'm telling you to forget me, completely erase me from your mind, because I already told you, I have someone else. Yes I left you for her, and before she came into the picture, I found my inner peace with Emma's death. Now you need to find yours with my disappearance too." He says stepping back. He turns to walk away when I say something else.

"How do you do it? How do you wake up knowing you hurt an innocent girl who fell in love with you, then you left her to think she did something wrong, how can you live with yourself, for lying to your best friends daughter, then leaving her to think at 2 am about why she was never enough for you, or why she couldn't make you happy, because her flaws were too much for you, or her anxiety was just a burden on you. How do you sleep at night knowing I think all of these things. I want an answer on how you wake up one day, and decide you don't love someone anymore, then treat them like you know nothing of their existence? I just need to know why." I say.

"I sleep at night just fine thanks. You wanna know how I do it? Here's how, I literally live with myself fine, pretending it doesn't happen, because that's how it keeps me sane. Keeps me from coming back to you, and telling you how stupid I was for doing that, it keeps me from finding myself needing you. It keeps me from doing this." He says attaching our lips together. 

So much need in the kiss. I move my lips with his, knowing that we will regret this in the morning. He picks me up, setting me on the pool table. He pushes me back onto it, and climbing on top of me. He grinds his hips into mine while kissing down my neck. 

He slips off my dress, and admires my body. He then removes my heels, and panties. His lips move from my foot, to my thighs and then to my heat. He instantly starts licking my clit, making me moan in response. 

He slides a finger into me making me moan a little louder. My hands tangle up in his hair, pulling at the ends. He groans sending vibrations through me, making me almost close. 

"Andy, I'm close." I tell him. He licks faster until he feels my juices in his mouth. He cleans me up then removing his boxers. He lines himself up at my entrance, while locking our lips in a rough way. 

The actions are a little on the rushed side, but they are full of passion, and need. Like our bodies have been craving each other for years now. Our bodies mold together, as if we were made for each other.

He shoves himself into me, going deep off the bat, making me moan in response. He begins thrusting faster, earning moans that have been dying to escape. My nails find his back, scratching down it, earning loud groans of pleasure from him as he thrusts harder and deeper, practically abusing my spot.

Soon we finish up, and get dressed. "I still love you Athena." He says. 

"Well have a nice life with that 'love' you claim to have. This was purely lust Andy, you and I both know this." I reply. 

"You know my life ended when I left right?" He asks.

"Mine ended too, but it also began." I reply. He nods and walks out.