Through The Dark//randy//

chapter 11

Rye's pov:
"Um, Mr. Fowler?" I turned to him after he had finished talking to the psychologist about Andy.
"Yes, young man," he replied graciously.
"I'm Rye ah, broth.. I mean... Andy's boyfriend" I introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you, Rye, I'm John, what can I do for you?" He asked.
"I know you want to get Andy back to you. I know he does not like you so much, but maybe if he lives with you, you can strengthen the relationship with each other. I'm sorry I'm actually telling you what to do but Andy is very important to me and if there's something I Can do to help him- "
John, Andy's father, patted my shoulder and stopped my speech.
"I'm glad my son has a wonderful boyfriend like you." He smiled and I began to believe that his intentions were good.
"I just spoke to Charles, he suggested that you and Andy come and live with me, I have no problem with that, really.But you just saw Andy's reaction earlier when he saw me right? ... Maybe it's not such a good idea," he said. Sadly.
Andy is really important to him ... Something must be done about it! I thought to myself .
"You have to sit with him sometime soon and tell him everything he does not know that makes him afraid of you or being angry with you". I finished talking.
"Do not worry about it, I'll make sure Andy understands you're here for him and not to hurt him." I ended. He looked at me appreciatively
"You really are very smart young man, Charles was right when he let you help Andy." I let out a breath I did not know I had held and blushed in a deep shade of red.
"Andy is more important to me than anything else, if I feel that his stay in your house is endangering his health, we will leave."
I wanted it to be clear to him. He nodded.
"Tomorrow Andy is released, come here ready with all your stuff and I'll pick you up". He said.
So we move to this stranger's house, yay? Now the work begins...

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The next morning, let's say Andy did not like the idea so much ...
I told him it was for his own good but he did not seem to look at it that way.
Well I guess I can understand it. Eventually, at the end, he had no choice but to come with us.
His suitcase was already packed and ready to get into the car, and we only had to fix something with his discharge and we could finally get out.
Andy entered the luxury car slowly, as if he would rather be in hospital bed than here.
Through all the ride he was with his headphones and the back of his hoddie was over his head.
Apparently he was still angry at me for forcing him to come, because he didn't look at me once the whole trip ...
Am I doing the right thing? Is that what will help him? I really hope so .
Andy's father glanced at us from time to time from the driver's seat. I wonder what his thing is... Why did he suddenly remember Andy? Where was he all those years when Andy needed a relative more than anything else?
Where was he when his son tried to commit suicide?
For some reason, I was not angry with him now.
I was just curious to know his story, he did not look like he was doing all those things to Andy on purpose.

Andy's pov:
I felt so alone now ... Although Rye was here, I was pretty angry with him, he makes me live in my biggest nightmare house and I do not even have a way to express myself! It's so frustrating! I do not want to say what I think through paper and pen, I want to be able to say everything that weighs on my heart without the brakes of writing, without thinking before. Being able to be me ...
I can not even sing!
Tears streamed from my eyes as I pressed my knees against my chest and wrapped them in my hands.
I buried my face between them so that Rye, who sat next to me, would not see ... that there would be no witness to how weak I was again.
He said that living with my father would help ... to know him would be progress on my part ... so why is it so difficult?
Every time I just look at him I feel on the verge of total panic.
They think it's easy ... They think I just have to get into my head that he's not my enemy, but it's not like that at all.
I can not imagine even a situation that I start talking again. Every time I try my mind gets blurry and pictures from the last flashbacks start running in my mind ...
"Andy?" I felt someone touch my shoulder and I flinched, then turned and saw that it was Rye. He looked at me regretfully.
"We arrived... I understand if you want some time before we go out" he said sadly. I nodded, I guess I would need some time before I was ready.
He wanted to hug me but I took his hands off me ... he'll probably get it wrong but any contact at the moment will only stir up the storm in my mind ...
He looked a little offended but understood the hint and gave me space.
I took a deep breath and indicated that I was ready to go out as far as I could be ready...