𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢 [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝?]

39. Story

(Still Same day as chapter 39)
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"Are you sure you don't wanna come with us?" Shane questioned, standing at the doors with the others.

"Yeah," Layla nodded as she sat on the couch, "I just wanna rest."

"I'll be here, I won't let anything happen." Andrew spoked, entering the room.

"We'll be back in 1-2 hours," Shane explained as the two nodded, "see you guys soon."

They left the house and Andre sighed heavily, "I couldn't stop thinking about you, i was so scared." He admitted, shoving his shoes off.

Layla pulled out her arms and widened them, "Come here love." She spoke, as he leaned over and sat in front of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed his neck gently, "I'm sorry, it was a selfish move of me."

"No lay, it wasn't selfish. never say that." He insisted.

He turned around and the couch, pulling her on top of him and letting her dig her head into his shoulder. They stayed like this for quite awhile, until Layla pulled her head up and cupped his cheeks for a moment.

"I couldn't handle it." She whispered, a tear falling from her eye.

"Handle what?" Andre furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Everything, I felt weak and vulnerable. And he tried to make me feel bad, and said what he did was my fault." Layla rambled on.

Andrew placed his hand on her cheeks this time, "what happened?"

Layla sighed, looking down, "Timmy and I use to a thing? But we never really came to terms with being anything," She paused for a moment, "He went off with some other girl and when I found out he got mad at me."

"What?" Andrew spoke in shock.

"He blames me and said I didn't put in effort and that I was worthless, disgusting, ugly and a whore." Her lip trembled, as the tears fell.

Andrew cupped her face, bringing it up and connecting their nose, "you are not worthless, you a a beautiful, genuine person." He whispered, his voice soothing her anxiety.

"He didn't deserve you, you deserve everything good!" He went on as the short girl smiled.

"Kiss me andrew." She whispered and he did so.

He pressed his lips against hers roughly, moving them in sync. Their lips fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. Layla smiled thorough the kiss, his beard tickling her chin. They pulled away and Layla smiled, she finally felt some happiness for the first time in awhile.

"Thank you." She whispered, kissing his nose gently.

"Anything for you love!" He smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Anything for you love.