You're My Fallen Angel...

I, Savannah Kearns, love BVB. It opens my eyes to all the possibilities life has to offer but never really shows. I admire all five boys the same but Andy has something special. Something hidden and broken inside that you can't find in his music. When Savannah's not so loving step dad drops her off on the side of the road who knows where with nothing but her clothes she is wearing and a bottle of water, will her pleas be rewarded or will that be her end...


6. blackmail

     By the time I'm done everyone is silent. I told them if every day abuse. How my mother died when I was young. And, most awkwardly, of ho their music helped me get through these very tough times. In the end I ask " do I have to go back..." all I get in return is silence. But when I look up I see Ashley c.c. Jake and jinxx staring at each other with mischievous grinns. Oh no. "Let's ask your dad... "

     Andy butts in" and by that you mean blackmail him?"they all nodded. I giggle but Andy says " well if your gonna do that do it where she doesn't have to hear that bastards voice" they all leave the room.leaving me still giggling in Andy's arms. Also leaving the two of us alone.

   He turns me around to face him and reaches up to brush my black hair out of my eyes "your so beautiful. How could that douche bag do that to you!"

     I was startled by his sudden kind words." I'm beautiful???? Like seriously when was the last time you looked in a mirror. Like holy cra-"  my words where cut off by a kiss. That alone took my breath away but when neither of us pulled away for a few minutes I was panting in the end. I know. Sexy.

     He moved his lips to my colorbone. "What was that for?" I ask. He just smirks and brings me I'm o a tight hug. I was trembling. "Are you tired?" He asks and I nod. "Good you can sleep in my bunk" "uhhhhhhh erm I don't know. Wouldn't that be suspicious?" He just laughs and picks me up and we go to his bunk.

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