Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

36: I Just... Can't

A/N This chapter has a few changes in POV but it's just to get the effect of the chapter.

Andy's P.O.V

Waking up the next morning, I dreaded having to face it all once again. What would happen now that it all hung in the air, not taken in?

Rye groaned in his sleep, pulling me closer into him. I shifted and rested my head on his chest, the emotions starting to build up more and more inside of me. I struggled to stay quiet, sobs softly escaping from my throat as I broke down, trying my best to be silent so as not to wake my husband. Aliana started to stir in her basket, meekly wailing.

"Morning, my babies," Rye whispered, opening his eyes. When he heard I didn't reply, a hand clasped to my mouth, his eyes opened instantly. "Andy, honey. Why are you crying, darling?"

I shook my head and sat up, climbing off the bed to bring Aliana back to bed. "I..."

Rye sat me down and sat up himself. "Andy, what's wrong?"

"I j-just c-c-can't, anymore," I weeped, unable to control myself. When Rye went to take Aliana, I flinched away, growing cold. I don't know why.

Later

Rye's P.O.V

Andy stayed in our room all day, only coming down for breakfast and then instantly retreating back upstairs, no contact with anyone. Not even me.

The tension was thick enough to kill the mood entirely, to say the least. Lesley sat with her hands in her lap, crying quietly. Tom wouldn't even glance over at her, a stone cold expression darkening his face.

"R-Ryan..." the Queen started, looking up at me. I jumped slightly, my name having been the first thing she'd said in quite a while. I nodded for her to continue, gaze following the King as he walked over to the windows, staring out. "Will you d-do me a f-favour?"

"Bet that's what you said to him..." the King muttered under his breath, obviously wanting us to have heard it. Lesley blinked, obviously trying to stop crying. I put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her a little.

"Of course, Lesley. What is it?"

"Protect Andy. Please. I can't lose him," she whispered fiercely, shaking her head as her voice broke. Tom scoffed and sat back down to finish his breakfast.

"Go. Leave my sight. Ryan, will you check on my son, please?" He asked firmly, not looking up from his meal. I nodded silently and left the room, not knowing how much longer I'd be able to handle the deadly tension and awkwardness.

I pushed the door open to Andy and I's room, and he was rocking our daughter to sleep, hunched over. When I went to hug him, he flinched, shuffling away from me. "Rye, just leave me alone. Please."

I stared at the blonde, baffled by his cold behaviour. This wasn't like him, at all.

"Baby, what is it? You can tell me," I coaxed, putting an arm around his shoulders. Again, Andy moved away from me, not turning to look at me.

"Ryan. I told you to go. I don't want to talk to you, or anyone, right now. Go away," he snapped, tone firm.

I was so confused. I knew Andy was obviously upset because of yesterday, but he didn't have to take the anger out on me, did he? I'd done nothing wrong.

"Fine. I'll go," I replied, angry. "You want me go back to Spain, instead?"

I hadn't expected him to actually answer. "Yeah. Just go far away from me."

"Andy, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled, now furious. "I've done fuck all to you, and you're taking out the anger and sorrow on me?! Whatever. I'm fucking done. Come back home when you're ready to say sorry," I shrugged, Aliana crying.

Andy picked her up and glared at me. "Now look what you've done! I've just fucking put her to sleep! You had to come in here, didn't you? You couldn't even understand I just need some time alone for once."

Kicking the chair beside me, I stormed out, telling Jon to get me a plane back to Spain. There was no way I was going to stay here, if I was just going to get abused verbally. I didn't need that.

Later

Andy's P.O.V

I couldn't help it. I'd just snapped, when I didn't even mean to. And it'd caused my husband to storm out.

After a long while, I freshened up and carried Aliana out to the gardens. She reached out for the flowers and I slipped one behind her ear, smiling at the adorable view.

"Andy? Are you okay now?"

I turned to see Jon, along with Brook. The two had... odd looks on their faces. It made me suspicious.

"As much as I can be, I guess," I shrugged, kissing Aliana's nose. She made a happy noise and squirmed in my arms. "Have you guys seen Ryan?" I asked.

The two exchanged looks before Brook sighed and turned back to me. "Andy... he went back to Spain. He was so mad, that he told Jon he couldn't stay here anymore."

I was frozen. Rye had really left us? "And it's all my fault," I realised in a quiet voice, staring blankly.

"Hey, hey. Don't say that. You know how Rye is. I'm positive you're not at fault, Andy," Brook said, taking Ana from me and handing her to Jon.

"But... I shouted at him. I told him I needed time alone, and he should leave me alone. I'm such a shitty person, such a shitty husband, he didn't even think twice about it," I sobbed, collapsing onto a bench. Brook pulled me into a hug.

"Andy, don't think it's your fault. Okay? Because you're upset with what's happened, and you had to take the anger out on somebody. That's better than keeping it all pent up inside. You're not to blame," Jon said softly, sitting on the other side of me. I cried harder, knowing that they were just saying it to try and make things better. But it didn't make anything better.

"I just can't deal with everything that's going on right now. It's all building up and up until I fucking self-destruct or something. First forgiving Ryan, then Jack and the gang, my mum... I fucking can't anymore," I cried. "And I can't go to Mum, because she's a backstabber and a liar and I just-"

"Don't. She's still your Mum, Andy. I'm sure she regrets it now. I'm sure she didn't even mean to. It was a while ago, a stupid mistake," Jon nodded. "And your relationship with King Tom hasn't been affected at all, because he's your father. He cared for you, loved you, fed you. And he's still doing so."

"When do we go back?" I asked, turning to Brook.

"In 3 days. I'm sure that when we get back, Rye will have cooled down. He's not going to stay angry at you," Brooklyn said, hugging me tightly.