Rebecca
I swing the door open and hear the house fall silent as I step into the living room. I stop by the door and see a woman I've never seen before sitting in a nice dress. Her makeup was as flawless as ever and her black hair was in curls. Her skin was like snow whites in the fairy tale.
"Are you Andre's new girlfriend?" She hesitantly nods, "Yeah why?" I wipe under my eyes with my fingers, "Rebecca." Andre says from behind me. I choke back the tears as I turn for the door. I walk out and softly close the door and jog down the porch steps.
I shuffle my feet through the grass as the wind dries my tear stained face, "So fucking stupid." I say to myself and my phone slips between my fingers landing softly in the grass. I bend down to pick it up and end up sitting on the grass holding my phone in my hands as my mascara filled tears tear down my make up. I bring up my knees and put my head in between them. Everything that I've had bottled up is just coming out. I can hear myself begin sobbing as my chest heaves in and out.
Get up now.
But I can't, I can't move. I can't breathe. Two hands bring my face up and I squeeze my eyes shut, "Becks you need to calm down." Jack's voice is soft as he attempts to comfort me. I open my eyes and see Kaitlyn marching towards the house taking long strides. I shake my head, "I told you he hates me and you didn't listen to me." I push his hands off and rest my hands on the back of my neck and put my head back between my knees.
"Why does no one ever listen to me?" I sob. The only sound is me crying and my heavy breathing. Two hands unfold my hands and grip my upper arms pulling me up off the ground. I look up and see Andre staring back at me. I shake him off and pick my things up off the ground and struggle to regain my balance, "No you don't get to judge me." I point at him and he sighs taking a step towards me, "Come on Becca, give me the keys." I shake my head, "Like hell I will."
He takes steps towards me and snatches my keys from my hand, wow, "Give them back." I reach for them and he stuffs them in his pocket, "What are you doing out here?" I narrow my eyes at him, "We weren't done talking." I scoff, "We were done talking when I first knocked on the door." His eyes beg as I wipe my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweater. Well that's not coming out. He takes a step closer and I can feel his breath on me, "Just let me drive you, you can't drive like this."
His voice is sincere, "I'm fine." I say as my bottom lip quivers, "Becca just let him." Kaitlyn begs me to listen to Andre. I swallow, "Its too far of a drive, I'll just ride with one of you guys." I sniffle and Andre stands in front of me, "I don't mind driving you." He says meeting my eyes, "Your girlfriend does." I say wiping my face again, "Beck, just please let me do this one thing." His eyes plead just as much as his words.
I sigh, "Fine." He hands my keys to Kaitlyn and puts his hand on the small of my back leading me to his car. He opens the door and I get in reluctantly. Kaitlyn hands me my purse and I let it sit in my lap. My door closes and a couple moments later Andre slides in the driver's seat starting the engine. I click my seat belt and turn my body away from him watching out the window.
I close my eyes and listen to the silence in the car as we move. I feel myself drifting off when we come to a complete stop and Andre cuts off the engine. I open my eyes and see we're at his apartment building, "So you can freshen up." He opens his door and I click my seat belt, I get out holding my purse as I follow him up the stairs. I stand there awkwardly as he turns the key unlocking the door. He flips on the light switch and allows me to walk in first. I walk in and everything looks the same but there's a different vibe.
He closes the door and walks around me to the bedroom pulling off his sweater, "You can use the big bathroom." I ignore him and walk towards the spare quickly closing the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are smudged with black mascara while puffy.
I open my purse and pull out my make up wipes and pull one out. I wipe the black off and fix the foundation, I wipe the lipstick from my lips. There's a faint red tint left on my lips. After I'm satisfied with how I fixed myself I throw the wipe away and put everything back into my bag.
I rest my hands on the counter, "Hey Becca." Andre knocks from the other side and I slowly open the door. He changed into gray sweats with a longsleeve white tee, "I figured you might want to change?" He holds out one of his hoodies. It was the softest one he had and he's always catch me wearing it. I kindly take the jacket, "I'll just wait out here, come out when ever you're ready." I nod and he closes the door. I take off my sweater and stare at my white bra the bottom of the cups were covered in the same color lace.
The rectangle gauze covers the scar on my lower stomach, I'm reminded of that day. I shake off the tears as I see his face again when we finally saw each other for the first time in months.
I slip on the hoodie and his cologne hits me, I miss him. I miss this smell. I fold my sweater neatly and sit it on the counter. I fix my hair so it's on the outside and open the door picking up my things and flipping the light switch. Andre is sitting on the back of the couch waiting for me. I walk over to him and stand off to the side, but still close enough to feel his heat. I tighten the grip on my bag as the seam digs into my skin and his sleeves covering my exposed hands. Our eyes never leave each other.
I drop my bag to the floor and wrap my arms around his neck. He doesn't waste a second to wrap his arms around me, "I'm so sorry." I whisper holding the back of his head. He presses his lips against my neck, "I know." His hands hungrily hold my body against his. His cologne helps me enter a safety bubble, that I never want to leave.
I back out of his embrace and pick up my bag, "I should get home." He nods pushing himself off the couch and a knock on the door makes us both stop in our tracks. Andre walks over to the door and twists the knob and see something I never thought I would.
My parents.
My dad is behind her as she stands with her arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes grow two sizes as she scans over Andre. Oh no. She walks in pushing the door open more and my dad shrugs in behind her. Neither one of them looks happy. I can feel my stomach in my feet the closer they come in, "Rebecca Eliza Peterson, where are we?" My vision goes a little blurry but I fight it, "He's just a friend mother, I got something on my sweater and he gave me something to wear."
She raises her eyebrow and my dad softly sighs as Andre closes the door quietly. I can feel her eyes burning holes into my body, "Take it off, your father will give you his sweater. We should be going home right this instant." I take a shaky breath as her vicious eyes stare holes into my body, "Why are you here?" She lets out a puff of breath as my dad stand there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. Andre walks around them and touches my back as he passes behind me.
He wants me to follow him.
He makes his way into his room, "Becca can I speak with you for a moment." He calls from his room and I take a step back and my mother shoots daggers at me. I leave my purse on the kitchen counter as I walk back to the room and close the door and lock it. I lean my back into the door and close my eyes attempting to catch my breath. I hear the bed creak slightly and I slowly open my eyes and see Andre sitting there looking at the floor.
I take a step away from the door and walk towards him, "You never talked about your parents." I sit down next to him as he speaks, "There isn't anything to say that's good." I pull the sleeves over my hands, "And they were why you left?" He practically whispers, "Yeah." I fight back tears, "Okay." I look over at him and he's staring at the wall in front of us. I sigh, "Just know that I truly am sorry for everything I did to you. I should've just told you everything instead of running out in the middle of the night."
He looks down at my legs and lays his hand on my thigh right above my knee. I scoot a little closer and lay my head on his shoulder. He squeezes my leg as his thumb rubs circles through the fabric, "I could never bring myself to hate you Becks, I was just so confused about all of it." I close my eyes, "I miss you a lot and I know I shouldn't." I look at him and he looks down at his lap, "You're getting married to Devin." I chuckle, "Derek and no I'm not."
His brown eyes meet mine, "Why not?" I shrug, "Cause I want you." He allows himself to smile a little, "My parents don't get to control me anymore, I'm my own person now." I say with my eyes never leaving his, "I know you probably don't want anything to do with me anymore, but just know something." He waits for me to finish, "You make really good spaghetti." He chuckles, "You also deserve the world and then some, never settle for less Dre."
I move my eyes to his hand on my thigh, "You finished?" I nod and he lifts my chin up and presses his lips against mine. After a few seconds I recover from the shock and move my lips with his.
Bam!