Dancing with strangers; she's falling apart

Andy's P.O.V

I let a whimper leave my lips as Louis left me standing outside the doors. No, no no....

I can't do this.

I can't go with Beau. He terrifies me. He's going to hurt me.

My lungs seize up as I realize this. I'm inevitably going to get hurt by Beau again. I stand there unblinking as cars zoom past me.

"Ready babe?" someone's arm slinks around my waist and I don't even have to turn around to know who it is.

"Nein," I answer.

Beau's eyes narrow. "Are you planning on talking German the whole time or are you actually going along with this?"

I shrug. "Ich Weiss nicht."

Beau just sighs. I blink in surprise. The monster I know would have tightened his grip on my waist until it hurt. Maybe he has changed...

I mentally slap myself. Of course he hasn't changed. No one changes.

Beau hails a taxi and opens the door for me. I ignore him as I get in and scoot over until I'm pressed against the opposite window. Beau gets in and tries to sit next to me but I let out a squeak and try to move even farther away.

Beau sighs. "Andy..."

I wait for him to finish his sentence but he doesn't, just simply stares ahead and tells the driver where we're going. I don't recognize the address.

When we arrive, I try to ignore Beau as he opens the door for me again and I hear him sigh from behind me. I follow him meekly as he leads me to the front door. As he walks, I study him. He hasn't changed much; his hair is still flopped over his eyes like before but he looks a little more built. He looks fine, happy even. I'm glad to see that he hasn't been affected by my leaving.

I'm not bitter I promise.

Beau gestures for me to follow him and I do, keeping my eyes on the floor and my hands clasped tightly in front of me. It's sad that even after being in his presence for ten minutes that I'm back to being obedient and terrified.

Beau pulls my chair out for me but I don't say anything. Beau sits across from me and looks at me with eyes that hold an expression that I don't recognize.

"Andy, you're going to have to talk to me at one point," he sighs.

"Nein," I counter, crossing my arms.

Beau sighs again. "Andy, I'm sorry. I've missed you so much. Why did you leave me?"

I snort at that but don't honor that stupid question with a response.

Beau tries again. "Andy, please, talk to me."

"Nein," I say firmly.

Beau exhales in annoyance this time. "Andy, don't forget, I can speak German too."

My eyes widen when I remember this. When Beau came to Germany, he was really fluent. He could speak almost as well as a native speaker.

"Ich habe vergegessen," I say meekly.

"You forgot," Beau says sarcastically. "Come on, Andy, why are you so mad at me? I'm trying here."

"You abused me," I snap, forgetting to speak German in my anger. "And I'd rather be eating lunch with Louis that here with you."

"Who's Louis?" Beau asks.

I stop dead, not wanting to reveal that I'd had someone else that I had my eye on. "No one."

Beau stands up, grabbing my wrist and pulls hard, yanking me out into the street and pushing me into the alley. I stumble in my heels and almost trip on my face.

"You think you can just replace me?" Beau hisses. "You think you can just walk away from me at a club and go with someone else?"

"N-No," I stammer.

"It seems like it!" Beau yells, his grip tight on my wrist. "I'm not replaceable, Andy! You will never, ever be able to get rid of me!"

I whimper in response. I knew this would happen, I knew it and yet I didn't fight harder to get away from this.

Beau pushes me and I land on the cement, scrapping my knees and elbows as I land. He shakes his head at me, looking down at me. "You disgust me Andy."

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I close my eyes, downing the drink in my glass as I try to forget about everything stupid in my life. My knees hurt and so do my elbows, but I'm hoping that with enough alcohol in my system I'll forget the pain on my joints and my heart.

How dare Mr. Kiggle make me date someone, especially his nephew... I didn't know that. How didn't I know that they were related? Kiggle wasn't Beau's last name, it was Horner, so that must be why...

I don't need to dwell on this. I order another drink and look around the room. I decide to get up and join the dance floor, swaying my body in an attempt to feel better.

It doesn't work.

People push me and I stagger back and forth until someone bumps into me especially hard and I fall, landing again on my knees and elbows and I again scrape them, breaking any scabs I had been able to make in the last three hours.

Tears make their way to my eyes as my wounds sting. I cover my face with my hands and whisper, "I'm falling apart."

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hey guys sorry for the wait if you're reading this I'm not going to be updating a lot for the moment my family's going through some shit and basically I don't want to go to my mom's house anymore, and yeah..... so sorry, this is short and crappy but I wnated to do it., love you lots xx

-T A Y L O R