8. a night with andy
"I will be in there in a second" Andy whispered in my ear
I nodded and walked into the room and changed and climbed into bed. I was wearing my BVB hoodie and shorts (I didn't like them cuz you could see my cut up legs but all my other clothes were dirty)
I cuddled into bed and the door opened
The bed dipped when Andy climbed in and cuddled into my back
He put his hand on my thigh.. to close to a cut if he moves it will hurt really really bad so I freeze up.
"Night babe" he said starting to rub his hand on my thigh.
And he touched it.
I whimpered and for whatever reason he started to rub his hand harder and my leg started bleeding. Perfect.
"Kc what the hell is that"
"No fucking duh why the hell did you do that."
"You wouldn't understand" I said
"How about you get me some bandages first so I don't bleed out all over my favorite fucking blanket and hoodie.."
*bandaged up and not bleeding anymore*
"Tell me now."
"You never checked my thighs that's why.. I got away with it and I needed it.. it was either this or me dead somewhere..."
"I want you to get help for this"
I chuckled "yeah its not like I feel like a freak enough.."
"I'm serious. I want you to realize this is good for you."