Chapter 21: Heavily Broken

hei guys! here's a new chap for all you readers out there. by the way the title belongs to the veronicas! i love em! and i do hope you'll love this chap too! read on folks!

Randy drove quietly to the beach. The beach where he and Stacy had a special dinner. He wanted to think about things there. After a few minutes, he arrived at the specific spot. He sat on the sand as he thought of what happened that night. It was so wonderful that he thought he could cry.

"What's wrong with you Randy? It's not like everything's over between you and Stace." He told himself and rubbed his eyes. "Well it does seem that way. Who's she with right now?" he asked himself again and he hung his head low. He took a stick and wrote on the sand.

"So Stace, you want a drink?" Andrew asked her.

"Whoa, we just had cappuccino at Starbuck's but yeah sure." Stacy laughed.

"How bout a glass of champagne?" Andrew suggested and Stacy just smiled.

"That'd be nice." She replied.

"Okay, in a minute, I'll just get that champagne I've been saving." Andrew said softly and vanished to the next room. Stacy was humming to herself, as she looked around the room when she saw something glitter on the floor. She bent down to pick it up and saw that it was an anklet. An anklet that she recognized that it belongs to someone she knew. Someone really close to her because she gave that to her as a friendship band.

"Trish?" she muttered to herself. "But why would Trish's anklet suddenly appear here?" she asked herself. Then her mind drifted to the time when Randy yelled something at her at the mall earlier.

"No way." She whispered softly. Then she heard Andrew's footsteps so she fastened the anklet to her ankle along with her own.

"Hey, I'm back. And here's the drink I promised. What were you doing?" Andrew said, smiling widely. Stacy tried to smile and straightened herself.

"Um, uh, I was just fixing my stilettos." She answered quickly and her eyes darted to one of the glasses. She saw there was something white settled at the bottom.

"Oh, okay. Go on drink up. That's the best champagne I've ever tasted." Andrew said.

"Um, Drew I think I need some water first." Stacy reasoned.

"Huh? Oh sure I'll go get some. Be back in a few." Andrew said and it wasn't hidden that he was getting anxious by the second. The moment Andrew disappeared again Stacy exchanged their drinks. Stacy noticed Andrew was back very quickly.

"Here you go." He said as he handed the glass of water.

"Thanks. I really needed that." She answered truthfully.

"So let's drink… to us." Stacy said as she raised the glass of champagne. She looked at him fearfully.

"What's this supposed to mean? That Andrew's really trying to hurt me?" Stacy asked herself. Andrew finished the drink in one gulp while Stacy tried to talk to Andrew to make him busy.

"So you know, I'm very happy with Randy." She told him.

"Really? Doesn't look that way earlier at the mall." Andrew challenged her.

"Oh, it's not a perfect relationship. We have fights, sometimes." Stacy told him.

"Then why not run away with me?" Andrew asked and started to close in on her.

"Drew, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice was already shaking.

"Oh come on Stace. We both know you want this too." Andrew told her. His mind was already spinning.

"Drew, please. Let go of me." Stacy pleaded as her eyes darted to Andrew's hands that were gripping her own.

"Stace, don't play hard-to-get now. You did kiss me." Andrew answered and ignored her pleads. Stacy tried her best to struggle away from him. She kicked his knees. She thought it was enough. Maybe it was because Andrew's grip loosened and Stacy was able to pull away from him and tried to run. But her stilettos made her slip under the shiny floor. She bumped her head and she felt it with her hand. There was a small amount of blood that smeared her fingers. She cried silently but it turned to a scream when Andrew gripped her ankles tightly.

"You can't ran away from me Stace." Andrew smirked at her.

"No, let go." Stacy said weakly. She kicked his hands away with her free foot.

"Ow!" Andrew exclaimed when he felt the spiky heel hit his hand. He tightened her grip on her ankle and Stacy was convinced that he had done a damage to it and with the anklets on it, Stacy could feel it digging to her skin.

"Aaah!" Stacy screamed. But when Stacy thought it was all over and she won't get away from Andrew, his grip started to loosen. Stacy looked back at him and saw him shaking his head furiously as if trying to shake something away.

"Sleeping pills?" Stacy thought to herself, but she had the presence of mind to kick him away one last time to get to a safer distance. She looked back at him once again and saw he was drifting off to sleep. She cried.

"Why didn't I listen to Randy? Why did I have to act like I know it all?" she asked herself over and over again.

"Randy!" she called out his name. She crawled her way to her purse and took her phone. She dialed his number.

Randy turned to his phone which was lying on the sand. It was ringing and he was surprised when he saw Stacy's name calling him.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Randy? You were right. He was trying to break us apart and he tried to hurt me. Oh God! Randy I can't walk!" Stacy exclaimed hysterically over the phone.

"Stacy where are you?" Randy asked in a voice without any trace of emotion.

"In Andrew's hotel room. Please Randy, help me. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Stacy said over and over again.

"Hush, I'll be there. Don't worry." Randy assured her and ends the line. He sighed and got inside his car.

"Ashley!" Randy called out. "Ashley! John! I need to see you two right now." He called out again and Ashley and John appeared on the back of his car.

"What happened man?" John asked him when he saw the look on Randy's face.

"Stacy called me just a moment ago." He said softly.

"And…"

"She said Andrew tried to hurt her." He said in an emotionless voice.
"And that's your reaction man? She could be hurt right now!" John yelled at him. Ashley felt jealous when John showed much concern for Stacy.

"I don't know. I don't know." Randy cried out. John tried to drive the car himself to get to Stacy faster but he couldn't.

"Can you at least drive faster for her?" John asked him through gritted teeth. Randy sighed before speeding off. After five long minutes they finally arrived at the hotel, Randy handed his keys to the valet before half-jogging towards Andrew's room. She knocked on the door but all he heard was whimpering.

"Who's there?" Stacy's voice finally said.

"It's me." Randy said slowly.

"Oh! Randy! Help me!" she cried out loud and Randy forced the door down to open it. He saw Stacy lying on the floor gripping her bleeding ankle. Randy quickly rushed to her side to check on her ankle.

"What did he do to you?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"He tried to put something in my drink but I… I saw it and changed our drinks so…" Stacy sobbed and wasn't able to finish what she wanted to say.

"Hush now Stace." Randy comforted her.

"I'm so sorry Randy… I'm so sorry if I didn't believe you right away." She sobbed she just kept on telling him how she was very sorry and how much she loves him. Randy continued to comfort her and she got tired and fell asleep.

"Sleep now my angel. I'm gonna take care of you and never let anything bad happen to you." He promised as he kissed her temple and carried her like a baby.

"Trish, where are you going?" Jeff asked his girlfriend when he saw she was fixing her hair.

"Um, no where. I'm just going to see some friends." She answered as she looked at him through the mirror.

"So are you gonna be out late?" Jeff asked tentatively.

"Maybe, I don't know. If we have some fun then maybe I'll be out late." She replied and smiled secretly when she thought of Andrew.

"Okay." Jeff just answered though he wasn't convinced of Trish's answer, he could feel she was lying.

"Bye babe. Don't wait for me I guess." Trish said as she gave Jeff a kiss.

"Just take care." He answered. Jeff waited for a few minutes to be safe and he got out of their room. It seems his feet have a mind of its own because it's taking him to a particular room. And he was half-sure that Trish is going to be there. His heart was beating very fast and he was trying really hard to calm himself down.

Trish was surprised to see the room so quiet. But it couldn't be that Andrew was out because he didn't say he was going out. She closed the door behind her but didn't bother to lock it. She looked around and then she saw someone sprawling on the floor.

"Andrew!" she screamed when she saw him lying unconscious on the floor. She kneeled next to him and took his hand.

"What happened to you?" she asked and touched his cheek. Andrew slowly fluttered his eyes open and saw Trish.

"I love you." He whispered but Trish barely heard him.

"Who did this to you?" she asked but Andrew just shook his head. "I deserve this." He answered instead.

"I shouldn't have tried to mess with them. I don't want Stacy anymore. I realized that long ago." He said to her slowly.

"But then why did you… why did you…" Trish couldn't find the words to say.

"Why did I agree to help you out? It's because I love you Trish, and I would do anything just to make you happy." Andrew said and slowly inched his face close to Trish until their lips met and locked in a kiss.

Jeff could feel his heart ripped to pieces from his chest when he saw the sight.

"And this is the girl I wanna ask in marriage." Jeff thought and walked away.

"No Drew. I… I'm sorry but I love Jeff." Trish said as she pulled away from him.

"If you love Jeff, then why are you here?" Andrew asked fiercely. "What about those kisses Trish?" he pulled her roughly close to him.

"Let go of me! Those kisses don't mean anything!" Trish said and pulled herself and started to walk away.

"You were just using me?"

"Well, isn't that obvious from the very beginning?" Trish sneered.

"Nobody uses me and just leaves me." Andrew yelled and attacked Trish. He started kissing her roughly and Trish looked so helpless.

"Please Drew, don't!" she pleaded but Andrew wasn't listening. Trish closed her eyes. "No one's going to help me." She thought, then she saw the bottle of champagne that was lying next to her. She took every ounce of energy in her to grab it and hit Andrew's head with it. Andrew let go of her and staggered away and gave her a pleading gaze.

"I'm sorry Drew." She said and ran away.

A/n: hei guys! How are you all? I hope you're all doing fine! Okay so I made this chap a bit longer than I usually write just to make up of the late update. I've been so busy with school and stuff. So I hope you understand. So how did you find this chap? Was it okay? Tell me what you think alright, please leave me a review!