Title: Mercy
Author: suprockstar
Pairing: Josh/Andy
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Very angsty.
Summary: He swallowed hard. He looked into her angry eyes filled with hatred. He dropped his head. He had given up. And so, he walked away.
Disclaimer: Kyle XY, Josh and Andy are not mine, sadly.
I didn't use a BETA so all mistakes are mine. Josh and Andy are very out of character. This is my very first fan fiction EVER, so please bear with me. (:
"I never want to see your face again." She said with as much control as she could as angry tears streamed down her cheeks.
He swallowed hard. He looked into her angry eyes filled with hatred. He dropped his head. He had given up. And so, he walked away.
She swung her right arm as hard as she could and slammed her bedroom door. She hiccupped as her loud sobs filled her room. She collapsed onto the floor beside her bed, pulling her knees up to her heaving chest. She had never been this angry at him. Ever. This was the first time she knew that she hated him. With every cancer – filled fibre in her body, she absolutely hated him. The frustration he had caused her made her want to explode. She wanted to lose control of her body and let it do as it pleased.
More angry tears ran down her flushed cheeks. She tried her hardest to catch her racing breath. Every time she got close, she could feel it speed away from her grasp as she choked back more hard tears. Why did it have to be him? Him, of all people. Every sweet word he had ever uttered to her was erased from her mind. It was replaced with apathy. Her heart raced as she could almost feel the veins that ran though it run black. It pounded hard against her chest, like it was begging for an escape. She lifted her right hand and pressed it hard against her heart. Stop, she almost begged it. She clutched her shirt in her fist, and squeezed it tightly. She took three quick breaths, then more tears escaped her eyes.
Why must she feel this way? She felt tortured, Imprisoned in her own body. She bit down hard into her bottom lip. So hard, it drew blood. Her tongue burned from the strong copper taste. She forced the taste down her throat, as it that was the only way to get rid of it. She drew her tongue along her bottom lip, inspecting the cut. It was like every single particle of her body was trying to escape in any shape or form.
She slowly wrapped her arms around her bare legs. She could feel the goose bumps scattered all over them. They were cold, for not having him to warm them. They had missed him. But she didn't. She ran her small hands over her arms, feeling goose bumps again. They missed him too, for not having him run his warm hands over them. She ran her hot tongue along her lips again, tasting the tears that had fallen upon them. The bleeding had stopped, but she could feel it pulse where the fresh cut still was. Her lips felt bare. For not had his touch them. They didn't have his to make them feel loved. It was like every single part of her body still ached for him. For anything. Any remnants of him. But she didn't. She refused to ever crave his touch or even his presence ever again.
She was then reminded of the horrible thing he had done and her whole body shook, her chin quivered, and her eyelids collapsed as more fierce tears forced their way out.
She drew in her last breath, and something struck inside of her. She begged for mercy. She begged to be let go. And so, she was set free.
Forever.