I sat there and stared at him. With his gentle eyes and his sweet smile and his desperation to help me. ME. Just a random twenty-two year old.
Why did he want to help me? I'm not special, I didn't get it. Did hear about from someone else? Was he one of my brother's friends? I had no answers. And I didn't know when I would get them.
"Well, let's start at the beginning." He looked at me with concern and concentration. It was like he was counting the freckles on my cheeks.
"I was born to a single mom whose boyfriend left her twice after getting pregnant with my brother, and then me. I was practically raised by my older brother whose thirty now. My mom was always high or drunk and ended up getting abusive around the time I was two..."
Andy looked at me very concentrated and he kept listening and didn't take his eyes off me. Even when a nurse came in to give me some shots and medicine.
"...When I was 8 and Logan was 16 I hit depression and he got a job and took a lot of moms stripper money to rent an apartment. I went to stay with him and he put me in counseling for depression. When I was 10 my mom died and I was given to Logan as his 'daughter' and I was on antidepressants. Everyone started bullying me and calling me fat because I was fed well when my brother starved himself. And they told me I was a waste of space and I should go kill myself..."
He looks at me and I saw a small tear run down his face. My brother Logan walked in as he does a lot to come see me.
"Miranda whose this?" Logan kissed me on the forehead.
"This is Andy. I've been telling him my story for the last-" I checked my phone "hour or so."
"Hi I'm Logan Stafford nice to meet you Andy." Logan reached his hand out to Andy to shake his hand.
"Andy Beirsack" He got up and Sat next to me. I got up and went to the bathroom. But not to use it, I wanted to hear what they would say with out me around.
"So, you raised her?"
"Our mom was a dead beat, the only job she had was at a strip club. She made a lot of money, but she used it on drugs and cigarettes. When I stole some from her, she didn't need it at all. I had to get Miranda out. Our dad was even worse. He was a drunkie and when he came back when I was five, he abused me, and..." Logan's words trailed off, I knew what it meant. He never told me and it makes me hate my father even more.
"My point is, she needed to be away from the woman. She was abusive and tried to beat her. I never let her, I always stopped her from hurting my baby sister. One time she was on her, just, laying on her. She couldn't breath, she was only four! So I pushed her off and grabbed a steak knife. And screamed, 'YOU WILL NEVER HURT MY BABY SISTER!! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU CRAZY BITCH!!' and she told me to get off her. So I did. I grabbed all my stuff, I called my friend who said I could come over anytime. I grabbed Miranda and put her in my bike basket and I rode her over there where she would be safe. And I kno that I would keep her safe no matter what." I sat there in awe. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He did all that for me? I opened the door and ran over to Logan.
"You really did all that for me?!?"
"Did you hear all of that?"
"Yes, every word! And I'm very greatful. Logan that made my day!"
"I'm glad Mira." He kissed me on the forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow"
"Ok, bye." I sat there and Andy looked at me again.
"Ok, why are you staring at me?"
"Because your beautiful, and I'm attracted to you." I blushed and sat there.
"And another thing." He reached over and placed his hand on my face.
"I want you"
The next thing I knew his lips were against mine and his other hand was on my waist.
I slowly stood up and he pinned me against the wall. I was surprised, he was being very gentle and slow. I was releaved yet kinda insulted that he just guessed I'm a virgin.
We stood by that wall for a while, just kissing, nothing else. Then he randomly said he had to leave. And that he'd see me tomorrow.
I sat there in my bed, laying there, not moving at all. I was nervous. For the first time in my life I felt important.
