Justin just stared at her as Andrea stayed frozen in place with the knife almost piercing her wrist. She couldn't believe someone was walking in on her while she was trying to commit suicide. It was awful rood of him. She didn't know how to react.
Justin just stared at her. Andrea was committing suicide? He didn't hate her that much. Sure he thought she was a whore and such, but he didn't want her to commit suicide. He almost cried as her cries went through his ears that afternoon as she was being raped. He would have beat that Ray guy until he was dead, but the self-centered bastard he was, he stayed on the bus and listened to the torture she was going through.
Justin started to put his hand towards her to try to calm her down in some sort of way, when Andrea swung the knife very close to his neck. He gulped nervously as the knife grazed his skin gently, the sweat glistening his forehead in fear she might do something drastic.
"Listen up," Andrea said frightened, then cleared her throat as she spoke more clearly and in control, "You know how you cut off all your curls recently?"
"Y-ye-yesss," Justin said nervously as a sweat drop fell onto the knife.
"Well, if you tell anyone about this," Andrea started talking louder, trying not to wake the guys up, "That's what's going to happen to your head."
Justin gulped again as the knife grazed his neck a little, making blood run down his neck in a small cut, "Okay," he spit out suddenly and Andrea moved the knife away from his neck slowly. Justin went over to the sink and cleaned his cut as Andrea stood there in shock. How could she have done that? Trying to kill someone, now she knew she was really screwed up. And only in 2 days. How fucked up was that?
"Andy," he said gently as he neared her again. She defensively lifted the knife up against her chest, letting the blade rest against her heart, trying to test him.
"I'll do it," Andrea gulped, a tear coming out of her eye.
"Just put the knife down," Justin said calmly and stepped up to her, "I won't tell anyone."
Andrea kept the knife positioned at her chest for at least a minute more until she put it down on the sink and sank onto the toilet, "I hope to God you don't. I didn't even think you cared."
"I may be an insensitive prick, but I do care," Justin said a little scared for her.
"You didn't act like it yesterday," she started sobbing on the toilet, looking up into Justin's eyes, seeing that he did care.
"I may have called you a whore, but you must have a good reason to do something like stripping in a sick man's club," he said to her, looking down at his shoes, Andrea's tears dripping on them.
"I do," Andrea replied to him, starting to spill out her whole story to him.