wild and running || a.b. (series on hold)

Chapter 23

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"So, how is she?" Andy asks as I sit next to him on the couch. "She's... Alright. Her mother is going visit her soon, so she should be okay. She gets a lot of support from her mother." I frown at the thought thought of my own mother. I wish my life was like that, and I've always longed for one of those great mother-daughter relationships. "Speaking of mothers... Mind telling me about yours?" He asks quietly. I sigh and scoot closer to him.

"When I was younger... I was super depressed. I was also into rock music and metal, and I dressed in band shirts and black jeans all the time. My mother would always tell me I looked like I worshiped the devil and banned me from listening to the music I loved. I was so sick of walking around the house feeling like trash because every time she looked at me, it was with pure disgust. Her and my father were always very, very distant. My father was extremely verbal, and he was also physically abusive. My mother and I never got along. I'm closer to my grandmother than her, I always have been. My mother is very controlling and never let me do anything, so I would go against the rules and do it anyway. I mean, I couldn't even listen to the music I wanted to... I was miserable in that house because it seemed that anything I would do or say would cause a huge problem. I considered running away so many times. I couldn't wait to get out of my house, and that's why I stay in a college dorm at my age. I don't ever want to go back to that house. There are so many dark memories there, it's so overwhelming."

Andy releases a breath and I stay silent. I was very careful and didn't say too much. What I said is only part of the story. "Well... I'm so sorry, Em." He says while shaking his head. I smile slightly at the use of the new nickname, I quickly cover it before he could see though. "Don't be sorry. There's no need to worry about it. I say while snuggling up to his neck. "That's not how your family is supposed to treat you. Of course, they have you a house, food, clothes, and warmth, but they're supposed to love you. You're not supposed to be scared in your own home. You're not supposed to feel unaccepted in your own home, nothing of the sort." He says sadly. I stay quiet and so does he.

"Do you want to call in for dinner?" He asks. "Sure." 

MATURE CONTENT BELOW

We end up ordering Italian and eat in somewhat of a peaceful but sad silence. In the midst of it I start to think about last night. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and brush my teeth quickly. I come back downstairs to see Andy smacking on some gum. "Can I have a piece?" I ask while walking over to him on the couch. "I ate the last one." He replies. "Care to share then?" I giggle and climb on top of him, smashing my lips on his. He quickly pulls me on to him. I use my tongue to transport the gum into my mouth and then I pull away from him. "Thank you." I smile innocently. "That's it?" Andy asks. "I mean... I just wanted some gum." I say in a confused tone. His jaw tightens and I wiggle my hips so slightly that you could barely tell I was doing it. "Spit it out." He commands. "But... I just got it." I say while widening my eyes sadly.

He releases an impatient sigh and wraps his arms around me, standing up. My heart is racing as he walks us over to the kitchen. He opens up the trash can, "Spit." He says harshly. I do as I'm commanded, and he places my hips on top of the kitchen table. My lips part from the cold sensation from the marble top. His large, beautiful hands run along my thigh. "I'd like to finish what we started this morning." He says in a low, seductive tone. He's so sexy and he doesn't even have to try. I blush. I'm still not too good at this bad girl thing, but I can't seem to get enough of it. I look into his ocean blue eyes, and it's almost like I'm in another world. I trace my thumb across his perfect lips, and feel the coolness of his lip ring. I love his lip ring, it looks so good on him. I love his nose ring too. Piercings and tattoos seem to fit his frame. He closes his eyes as I run my index finger over the swirls of ink upon his neck.