Andley- Train Tracks Part 4

Ashley's P.O.V

Later that night I was sitting watching T.V, my aunt had gone out for the night leaving me home alone. I didn't mind I just hoped that no mirages of Andy would pop up any time soon. Not to mention I had two mosquito bites on my neck, my day just got better and better. The film I had been watching popped back on, I continued to watch it. It was some horror film about vampires
"No Please!" the girl on the T.V shrieked, then came a hiss and she started screaming, I jumped as the front door was knocked loudly. Grumbling a little I went to answer it, I swung it open the cold air hitting my body. Andy stared back at me, I opened my mouth to scream but his hand closed over it. Looking into his smouldering blue eyes, Suddenly I smelt burning and looked down to see his hand burning like somebody had poured acid onto it, the skin flaking and melting off, his face contorted in agony. I screamed through his hand, watching him pull it away hurriedly.
"You have to invite me in," he muttered through his teeth, his hand clutching his burned arm.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"You have to invite me in," he echoed, his voice now urgent.
"No," I said, trying to close the door but he blocked it with his foot and slid inside the house. Instantly he screamed out, my eyes went wide in horror as he started twitching then his head shot up blood pouring down from his forehead, his ears, mouth and nose he shook even more and blood started falling from his beautiful eyes like tears. "No! No! Stop!, You can come in!" I wrapped my arms around him feeling his body stop convulsing.
"I thought you loved me Ash," he whispered thickly, breathing heavily.
"I do," I admitted, feeling tears trickle from my eyes.
"Then why wouldn't you let me in?" he whispered again, his breathing slowing.
"I was scared," I whispered, tears blurring my vision.
"You never have to be scared of me Ash," he wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against his non-beating heart and his cold chest. "I'm still Andy, still your Andy," I shook my head.
"Your not though" I whispered, feeling him tense. "You don't look like my Andy," I ran my fingers through his short hair. "You don't feel like my Andy," I laid my hand over his non existent heart, he wrapped his own hand around my hand holding it against him.
"I'm your Andy, Ash," he pushed me gently against the wall. "The one who you used to cry to whenever you had a problem,"

"Andy!" A seven year old version of myself ran towards him. "Wook I hurt my finger!" I held the injured finger high in the air to show him the damage.
"Oh, dear!, Don't worry my mummy has swome big boy plasters," he giggled and took my hand leading me towards his house. Where he stood on his tiptoes to reach the cupboard in which the medicine was kept. I sat on the kitchen chair watching him take a plaster out of a tin he was holding then he toddled over to me to wrap the sticky plaster around the injured finger. Smiling at me he kissed the tip of it.
"There it'll get better now,"

I fought back more tears at the memory, looking down at my feet. He used two of his fingers to lift my chin back up so he could gaze into my eyes.
"The Andy who was your first kiss," he whispered.

"Okay Ash truth or dare?" CC asked me, I looked up from my phone.
"Dare," I said boldly, knowing CC it would probably be something like shove ten marshmallows in your mouth.
"Kiss Andy," I jumped a little shocked that CC could come out with something like that. Andy looked at me and shrugged then leaned over to press his warm lips against mine ignoring the silly comments from the guys. We pulled away laughing but my cheeks were mottled with betraying redness.
"Awww Ashie's blushing!" teased Jake, I shoved him and we all laughed.
"Ashie got his first kiss!" teased Jinxx, I shoved him as well, blushing terribly.

I closed my eyes tightly, letting the tears drip down my cheeks I felt his tongue wipe them away.
"You still don't believe me, even though you wear my mark on your skin," he flicked his tongue over the bite on my neck.
"Wha-What?" I stammered, he shook his head and chuckled a little then picked me up settling me down on the sofa with him. "Should I get some water for your face?" I asked, curling my fingers into his long black coat. I felt him stiffen immediately.
"No," he said firmly, almost scarily. "No water,"
"But your face...the blood," He silenced me with a finger to my lips.
"It's hard to explain right now," he looked shifty, his eyes not meeting me. I sighed giving in.
"Okay," I whispered, snuggling against him he kissed the top of my head. And I shifted to brush my lips over his, his expression was pained as I did, I wondered why. He crushed me further into his chest, soothing me to sleep, I didn't have any nightmares that night.