No One Could Understand Us Chapter 26: Andre, a victorious fanfic

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No One Could Understand Us – Chapter 26 (Andre)

I couldn't believe the agony I'm feeling.

As I walk up to the bridge I see my father and girlfriend on, my heart feels heavy and I can't breathe. If you were planning on killing someone and hiding the body by throwing it into the water without anyone knowing, this was the best place to do it. No one comes to this bridge. It took me an hour to find it. But I found it. And I see my dad with my girlfriend in the middle of the bridge. He has a knife to her throat.

I step onto the bridge after what feels like forever and I feel nothing, but anger and agony. "Let her go, dad." I say loudly. "She's innocent."

He chuckles while my girlfriend's lip trembles, but she doesn't speak. He's gripping her hair, so I can barely meet her eyes. "She sleeps with two guys at the same time. She's not innocent. She's a slut." He smirks. "Back in the old days, they were allowed to kill girls who slept with more than one man." He puts his face next to hers, which makes my anger go through the roof. "Maybe I should do the world a favor, huh?"

Cat whimpers. "No. Please, no."

"Don't. You. Dare." I growl out. I've never heard such anger and hatred in my voice. "Let her go, you fucking asshole."

He smirks. "No problem." He lets the knife go and he puts it in his pocket, while he picks her up so quick and throws her off the side of the bridge.

My heart stops. "CAT!" I try to jump off with her to save her, but my dad grabs the back of my shirt, pulling me back. "Let go!" I try to believe that Beck's down there and ready to save her, but I'm still sickly worried. Will he make it in time? "GET OFF!" I punch his face and he releases me. I see the knife fell from his pocket and I try to reach for it, but he grabs my leg and pulls me back. I guess it's time for Plan B.

I take out Beck's dad's gun out of my pocket, which is just a 6 rounder, but it's enough.

BANG!

I grunt when my dad's bloody body falls on top of me and I immediately feel his blood crawling onto me quickly. I struggle to get his heavy body off, but eventually it rolls off me and I get up, letting the gun go. I look over to my dad…his eyes are open and I see bloody holes through his flannel shirt. I feel that his eyes are looking straight into my soul and mocking me. Saying "Are You Happy Now" to me over and over…

I smile.

Yes, I am very happy now.

I vaguely hear a "Cat, breathe!" from Beck's voice and I panic. I leave my dad's body and Beck's gun there, making a mental note to dump both into the water after I check on my loves. I rush off the bridge and slid down the dirt into the canal, where I see Beck and Cat, hiding under the bridge. They're both soaking wet. Beck's doing CPR on Cat…oh no…He's in tears as he keeps doing chest compressions. "1, 2, 3, Cat, come on, 4, 5, 6…" I fall to my knees on the other side of him. I watch as he desperately tries…but Cat's eyes aren't opening. She's not breathing.

No…

Tears leave my eyes. "Cat…" Beck finally is drained out and collapses on her stomach, clutching his arms around her body. I lean my face down to her forehead, kissing it gently…I feel like I've lost everything. "Cat…come back…" I let a tear fall onto her face. "Lil' Red…"

Suddenly she stirs.

My eyes widened. "Cat?"

Beck's head snaps up. "Cat!" Her eyes open and she starts coughing up water. Beck says to help her sit up and we do. We both have our arms around her. "Cat, baby!" He holds her tightly as she looks around to regain her senses. "Oh, girl, you're alive! YOU'RE ALIVE!"

As she leans her head on his shoulder, she looks over to me and gives me a small smile. Her petite hand leaves his body and reaches for me. I take it and kiss it. It's wet and salty, but it doesn't matter. She alive.

The three of us are back together.

I walk in from the bathroom and see Beck cutting up some corn and fruit for dinner, and Cat's sitting on the bed, with her books in front of her. Everything is in Spanish…how can she read that stuff? It seriously all looks like gibberish to me. Maybe I should've taken Spanish instead of French? Beck said the same thing last week. Cat just giggled…like she is now. It seriously amazes me how Cat was just gone through hell yesterday…and now she's doing homework. She's so strong and brave.

"Andre! Earth to Andre!" She waved her hands at me and I snap out of it. "You were staring at me for like 5 minutes!"

I smile at her and sit as close as I can to her without ruining her homework piles. "Sorry. You're just that beautiful." I look and see what she's working on, but she writes so fast and her books look so confusing. "What subject are you doing?"

"Spanish History." She simply answers, still writing down things. "I love the Spanish language. It's the language of love, did you know that?"

I smile. "No, but glad to know."

"Who's hungry?" Beck smiles to us after putting the food servings on our usual plates. We bought those for fun, you know? Beck has a blue one with a blue cup, Cat has a pink one with a pink cup, and I have green one with a green cup. Bowls are like that too. Cat bought Bear a yellow dog bowl and water dish. Speaking of…

"Cat, have you fed Mr. Bear?" I ask her after poking her stomach while she puts her papers and books aside.

She gasps. "No!" She jumps off the bed, almost running into Beck, who was bringing our plates to us. "Bear!" She scoops up his food as he rushes over to her from his dog bed. "I'm sorry, baby!"

Beck and I chuckle while sitting against the wall on his bed. Cat's plates on my lap, waiting for her to sit between us. "I swear she and Bear were made for each other." I say out loud.

Beck smiles. "Just like the three of us."

I smile, leaning over and pecking his lips. "You know-"

Suddenly we hear the door handle jiggle a little. We not only had the door locked, but we had put up three other locks. Cat was close to the door so as Beck checks the window, I rush to her and pick her up into my arms. Bear's growling. "Andre." Cat whimpered, wrapping her arms around my neck as I hold her closer.

Beck sighs in relief and looks to us. "It's the landlord." I sigh in relief as well as I set Cat on the bed and give her the plate of food that was hers. Beck opens the door. "Hi, Mr. Robinson." Believe it or not, the owner of this trailer park is white and speaks English. "Here's our rent money." Beck grabbed the envelope from the sink and gives it to him.

The man nods. "Thank you, Mr. Oliver. How is everything going? How has your first month been here in Mexico?"

Beck sighs. "Eventful."

Got that right.

I kiss Cat's head.

She's safe. Beck's safe. We're alive and safe.