All Your Hate

Hell Is Freezing Over In My Veins

"Andy! Andy!" I cried.

My conscious rattled around inside of me, saying something along the lines of 'You crazy bitch! At least knock on the damned door!'.

Good idea.

I was tempted to knock, but reached for the handle.

Oh wow, I'm surprised.

Unlocked.

Running inside immediately, I briefly considered the odds of where he would be.

I don't give a fuck.

"ANDY!!" I yelled desperately.

No reply.

"ANDY!!! ARE YOU HOME!?" I yelled, most likely on the brink of insanity.

"AHH!" I heard him scream.

Suddenly attacked from behind, I fell to the floor screaming "FUCK!!".

"STATE YOUR NAME AND BUSINESS HERE!" he yelled.

"WHY DON'T YOU STOP YELLING IN MY EAR AND GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" I yelled back.

He rolled off of me and propped himself up on his elbow.

"So, whatcha' doing here?" he asked casually.

"I...need...to..." I began slowly.

He carried his stare.

"I need to tell you something.." I said nervously.

His mouth disorderly hung open.

"Are...did CC get you pregnant!?" he nearly shouted.

Losing my voice almost immediately, I struggled to whisper "No. That's not it."

His tone softened along with his face, and he answered back softly "So, tell me what's wrong then."

"I-I think I found Veronica." I whispered.

He jumped to his feet without stumbling, and pulled me right up with him.

"Well!? Who is it!?" he asked excitedly.

"W-W-Well....there is the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Andy, you will believe me right?"

"Of course, Megan! Now tell me!"

"I, am, Veronica."

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Why am I running and crying so much?

I ran to his house, tears sliding down my face.

Now I'm leaving it, and I'm trying to fight the acid tears.

He didn't believe me!

He told me that I was lying and people needed to stop fucking him over!

That douche! Bastard.

I found myself slowing down the farther I went.

I slowly cooled off and considered where to go next.

I really could use some comfort, and I know where I need to go.

The Guys always seem to make me feel better no matter what I do, so they are the ideal people in this time.

It's been a few weeks, I've been alone. No other way to explain it- just, alone.

I don't laugh with people. I don't smile. I don't sing anymore.