Abandoned Hotel, a Randy stories

Chapter 41, Forget or remember

Rye's pov

I heard the front door close with a loud slam. I was bright awake. Who would do that this early in the morning? I walked out of my room and saw that Andy's door was open. I took a quick look inside and noticed he was gone, together with a few of his essential stuff like a charger. Where did he go? I looked outside and noticed his car was gone too. I sighed. I should have known this could happen. Of course he doesn't want to be around his ex.

I looked in his room and the feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. His empty lifeless room poked a hole in my heart, knowing this was MY fault. I saw his pink hoodie lying on his bed. This is my favourite hoodie of his. I picked it up and smelled it. A tear started to fall down my cheek. All the good things that have happened in this room; the deep conversations, the hugs and snuggles and of course the sex. His appearance got in my head; his blond, soft, messy hair. His deep, dark blue eyes. His pink lips and beautiful body. And now, he was free for someone else to catch. I balled up my fist by the idea. I remembered what Cole did to me when I found out they slept together. I was so jealous! And I didn't even knew I was that! His perfectly pale skin would be in someone else's touch. His hands would be in someone else their hands. His eyes would be looking at someone who wasn't me. He would share his problem with another person. He's going to love someone else. Moving on from me. Letting me go. Getting over me. Forgetting me.

I slammed my fist into the wall. He's going to forget me. I don't even know if I can forget him. HE CAN'T FORGET ME! HE JUST CAN'T. But I did this. This is my fault.

A soft knock on the door awakened me out of my thoughts. The face of Emma appeared into the door frame.

"Are you ok?" she asked me. I just nodded, not looking at her. She took me in her arms. She has no idea what is going on, but she can tell it's hard for me, so she tries to best she can to help me. God, I don't deserve her. I am a piece of shit! I should be flushed down the toilet!

It was the next day as I heard that Andy ran off to Vee. I get that. The boys hated me, you could cut the tense with a knife if I entered a room they were in. I just distracted myself from everything with Emma. I took her out, did things, enjoyed her company and touch. All my anger I took out in working out and fucking Emma really hard. I just needed to get it out of my system.

Andy returned back home after a week of being at Vee's. I heard him talk to the boys downstairs. After what seemed like I heard him coming up the stairs, I walked over to him but he slammed his door shut in my face. I heard him pack other things from his closet. I guess fresh clothes. He opened the door and he got a bit stumbled by seeing me in the door frame. He gave me a death glare and walked assed me and headed downstairs, only for him to leave the house and go back to Vee. 

I spent a lot of time with Emma and we got really close. I really, really liked her. I unfortunately  had to drop her off at her place, and while I was driving back home I noticed a car I recognised.  I parked next to it and looked inside. I knew it! I walked towards the door and knocked on it. Andy opened up. He looked at me confused:
"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to know how you were doing. So, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I finally know where my place is." He crossed his arms while saying this, giving me a sassy and bitchy tone.

"I miss you." I said before I knew that I said it. He was silent and closed the door in my face. I don't blame him for that, I would've done the same thing. I wanted to walk away as the door opened again. Andy stood in front of me angry:

"What do you want?"

"I want you to come back to the boys house."

"Well I don't. Not as long as you and Emma walk around, licking each other off!" I sighed.

"We all miss you. I miss you. You were my best bro, I love you. We share so many great memories."

"We do have a lot of memories, yes." Andy said smiling at his feet. A smile grew on my face as well. Maybe I can talk him in on coming back.

"Memories I want to forget!" he sneered at me. His smile was gone and anger filled his eyes.

"I love you." I mumbled to my feet. I feel the air pressure change as he slammed the door in my face. I walked back to my car and drove home feeling defeated. I wanted him so badly to come home, back into my life so he won't forget me and I won't forget him. I guess it's really over now.

Back at home I rushed into my room and threw myself of the bed and started to cry out of defeat, up until I heard my door open. I quickly pulled myself together and spend  the rest with my days with Emma. Like Andy never existed in my life.