It's been two weeks since Ingrid came and I have to admit, I think we're starting to get closer than ever before. And let me tell you when we were little, we would block each other out of sight. Pretty much everyone did ignore me. I'm kinda glad were getting close. I just hope she doesn't tell anyone where I live because I'll personally kill myself.
"Hey Ingrid?" I turn around the corner of the hallway to see an empty living room.
"Ingrid told me to give this to you." I turn around to see Link behind me with an envelope in his hand. I close my eyes taking a deep breath. "I'm going out, so I'll see you later."
"Okay whatever." I shoo him away with my hand. I take the envelope from his hands ripping it open. I unfold the paper to see a message written.
I'm sorry to say that I have left. I want to start fresh and move on back to California and find someone who will love me. I appreciate what you have done for me the past two weeks. I hope we still stay close like we have these past days.
Love, Ingrid ❂
I take a closer look at how she signed it. Oh no. I throw the letter on the ground running to my room. I open my drawers looking through them. No, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! This whole time I believed it and for me being stupid and falling for it!
"AAAHHHH!!!" I slam my drawers close stomping out of my room in frustration. I run my hands through my hair kneeling on the ground.
"Andy? What's wrong?" I look up to see Louis looking down on me.
"I-she-AGH! I'm so mad right now I could just punch the wall right now!" I close my hands into fists.
"My freakin' money is gone! Ingrid left with more than half of my money back to California! I don't know what I'm going to do now!"
"Are you sure she took your money and it wasn't Flynn or Link?"
"She left a letter for me and the rest of her family puts a signature with a small symbol on the side which means they took money. They don't pay the money back at all!"
"Whoa! What's going on?" I look in back of Louis to see Harry walk in the door. Louis whispers to him as he nods. He must have explained it to him.
"I need to get this anger out of me." I grumble walking out to the back. I gaze around to find an old door lying against the wall. I stand in front of it looking at it bringing my fist up shoulder length. I back my fist up, thrusting my whole body into the punch through the wooden door.
"Holy shit!" I look towards the door to see Louis fall to the ground.
"Never mess with Andy that's for sure." Harry steps over Louis walking towards me chuckling.
"Uh Andy? You're bleeding." Louis points at my hand. I press my hand against my chest falling to the ground biting my lip. I hold in my scream.
"Oh gosh! Let's rinse the blood off!" Harry pulls me up helping me inside.
"I don't need a band-aid. I'm fine." I look down at my swollen hand gushing out blood.
"It's going to get worse Andy!" Harry pulls my hand towards the faucet.
"I don't care! I'm pissed off right now and I need to punch something else!" I push him away running outside again.
"Andy don't be hurting yourself! It's not going to fix anything!" Louis follows behind me.
"It's going to fix the anger inside of me!" I punch the outside wall screaming.
"Andy stop!" I hear another voice say. I look back pushing Louis off me throwing a punch forward towards the wall again, but to only hit something softer.
"Niall!" Louis and Harry shout. I snap my head forward to see Niall against the wall with eyes shut, holding my fist against his stomach. I pull my fist back covering my mouth.
"Oh my god! What did I just do?!" I back away from them.
"Obviously you punch Niall in the stomach!" Louis thrusts his hands in the air.
"I'm so sorry Niall! I-I d-didn't know you were t-there!" I stutter with my words shaking. I felt like a monster. I suddenly begin to feel my head spin.
"Stop playing that thing Andy!" My dad shouts.
"I'm practicing for the school talent show, so I could win an award." I walked up him smiling.
"I said stop!" He grabs me by the neck slamming me down on the ground.
"Stop dad!" I scream hiding my face in my hands.
"You never do anything to make me proud!" His breathe hits my face with the smell of alcohol. He hits my hands with a belt. I shriek.
"Yes I do! I try to do my best!" I began sobbing in my hands.
"You don't represent our family like other generations have! You will never become successful with that stupid wooden thing!" He grabs my violin from my hands holding it up in the air.
"Dad no!" It was too late. He slams it to the ground as it shatters into pieces. He slaps me across the face leaving the room. I run up to my broken violin holding the pieces up against my chest crying out loud.
"Stay away from me!" I shouted backing away from them.
"Andy, what's going on?" Harry grabs me by my shoulders looking into my eyes.
"I'm a monster! I'm turning into my dad!" I push him off me running inside.
"Andy, wait!" I ignore him digging my face in my pillow.
"I'm okay Andy, really!" I hear Niall's crackling voice get closer.
"No you're not! I hurt you because of my anger issues!"
"You don't have anger issues." I felt his hands rub my back.
"Then I hurt you because I'm frustrated." He stood quiet. "What? Cats got your tongue?" I look up at him.
"Ingrid left with my freakin' money! I don't know how I'm going to pay the rent, or even buy food!"
"I'll give you the money." He quickly says.
"I said I'll give you the money for the rent, food and whatever else you need."
"No, I'm not going to take your money. I won't borrow from anyone."
"I just have to get a j-job." I felt a lump in my throat as I spoke.
"Andy, I'll just write you a check."
"I said no! I'm going to get a job and I'll be busy with that. I need to get this off my mind." I bury my face in my hands.
"What?" My eyes widen at his words. Did I hear that right?
"I-I said...well bloody hell kill me! I'm trying to be nice and give you the money! You don't have to pay me back for heaven sakes!" He yells. I flinch putting my arms over my head.
"What are you doing?" He pushes my arms away from my head.
"I just had a flashback." I gulp.
"About what?" His face softens.
"I was abused by my dad when I was little, so it felt like you were going to-"
"Hit you?" He finishes my sentence.
"I'd never hurt you, Andy. Don't you ever think me or the boys would hurt you because we would have the guilt inside us forever." He wraps his arms around me.
"I can't live like this anymore." I mumble.
"I said I can't live like this! I'm freakin' tired of them taking my money, ignoring me, and never bothering to see me again! I wish I could just kill myself!"
"Andy, you're a very strong person, and believe me, I just experienced it." I chuckle at his words. "See? You just needed a little laugh."
"Is everything alright?" Harry and Louis walk in sitting on the floor.
"Yeah. It's alright now." I shrug.
"Group hug!" Louis shouts getting up wrapping his arms around me followed by Niall and then Harry.
"Thanks. I needed that." I hug him back.
"So what are you guys doing here?" We release from the hug as I look at them all.
"Well, Niall wanted to surprise you with something, but I'm not sure if it's still a go now." Louis responds. I look toward Niall's way waiting.
"Oh, I know that you like to play the violin, guitar, piano, bass, ukulele, and whatever else you play and-"
"Holy shit! You play all of those?!" Louis mouth drops open in shock. I nod chuckling.
"Anyways, I actually got a gig for you that we're singing at tomorrow night."
"Really?! What place?"
"The Ring. It's a couple blocks down from our place. Simon booked us for it a while back and the other performers bailed on us last minute. He said its...nice?" He says more like a question.
"Why'd you say it like that?"
"That's how he explained it to us. That it was...nice?"
"Well that's not suspicious." I chuckle. "So is that all?"
"Uh, yeah I guess." Niall shrugs.
"Well...by Niall!" Louis grabs Harry's wrist running out of my room hearing the front door open and slam close.
"Aw man!" Niall crosses his arms pouting.
"Did they just-"
"And they're not coming-"
"Wanna ride?" I offer.
"I'll walk it."
"I was gonna go out for Starbucks earlier, so..."
"Sure, why not?" We walk out to Flynn's car as he promise to leave the keys for me, so if I needed anything from the market. I put the key in the ignition driving off to Starbucks.