Mr. Devil

7) Something Went Right(?)

"Hey puppy," Andrew walks in as I'm putting on earrings in the mirror. "Hey." I smile. He wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his head on my left shoulder, leaving kisses down my neck, and making me giggle.

"It's so much happier in hell since you came, you know." he laughs, smiling. I just giggle, resting my hands on his, around my waist.

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"Gah!" I bolt upright, breathing heavily, and I start to cry from a nightmare. I look over, and Andrew is still asleep, further away from me. "Are you okay?" he mumbles, looking over. "M-m." I shake my head and keep my mouth shut, wiping my tears. I dreamt about my parent's car crash again...

"Come here, baby." he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his arms, and holding me closely. I stop crying instantly, snuggling into his chest, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel so safe here... It was never like this with Reese...

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"I saw you looking at him, bitch!" Reese yells, throwing a book at me, and narrowly missing my head. "I-I swear I wasn't!" I say, tears streaming down my cheeks. He marches around the bed, and up to me, and I shake with fear. "I- I- I wasn't! Please, Reese!" I yell, backing away. His hands move suddenly, slamming me against the wall. "Don't let it happen again." he punches me in the stomach, walking away, and leaves me falling to the floor. "Please..."

"Don't..."

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"I know he's hit you." he whispers, and I burst into tears. He knows. Of course he knows. He knows everything.

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"Puppy? What's bothering you?" Andrew asks, looking over at me from his book. "Nothing..." I whisper, sliding under the bed covers, and curling up in a little ball, the furthest away from Andrew as possible. "What's wrong?" he asks, sliding over close to me, and wrapping an arm around my waist. "I said...it's nothing..."

"No, it's not. Don't lie to me. It's Reese, isn't it?" he asks, and I gasp quietly. "N-no..." I lie, tears flooding my eyes. "I know it is. I know everything... I know he's hit you, I know the way he's treated you..." he says, and I blink away tears, which stream down my cheeks. "I know what he's done, and I understand why you stayed with him... But you don't deserve that..." he says. "And I AM tempted to tear him apart, limb from limb..." he adds quietly, anger, possessiveness and protectiveness lingering on his words.

"You're not alone anymore. Nobody can hurt you..." he whispers, leaving soft kisses just below my ear, and making a chill run down my spine. I smile weakly, sliding slightly further down, and letting him wrap his legs around me.

I'm his now, and I know it; but it's not the same 'his' as it was with Reese.

With Reese: I can't have any guy friends, or even look at other guys. I have to jump whenever he wants something, and if he feels like kissing me, or going somewhere, I have to do it, or go there.

With Andrew: Naturally, he'll be possessive, but not to the point of not even letting me look at other guys. He'll respect me if I want space, and he won't cheat. He won't force me to do anything, and he'll always protect me...

"But...how can you promise that?" I ask, as he wipes my tears away. "Because you're mine, and I'll protect you no matter what." he says, nibbling on my ear, and making me giggle. "I love you, baby." he whispers.

"I love you too."

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"NO!" I jump up in my bed, crying. I'm back in my room, my grey, emotionless room. Clouds fill the sky, and it's raining lightly. I grab a pillow from next to me, and hug it, like my life depends on it. I feel the room heat up, and I lift my head, looking over at the wall.

Please don't cry, baby.

The words are burned in, as usual, but once again fade. Instead of comforting me, they just make me cry more... "Please,"

"Please come back to me..."