Andy was irate with Ben. He wondered how Ben could go behind his back like that and do this to Sophie. Of course, Andy didn't really know the whole story but Andy had shared his feelings about Sophie with Ben and he'd known about Andy's love for her. He didn't understand why his friend would go behind his back and do something like this. He almost killed her.

"Ben, is it alright if I talk to you? The guys are getting tired of hearing about it." Andy confided, sitting down on the leather couch next to Ben.

"Sure, mate. What's going on in the life of Andy?" He said with his irresistible British accent. No wonder Sophie had been so attracted to him."

"It's about Sophie. I really like her, dude. But I get the feeling she doesn't really like me the same way. She always seems to be disappearing at night or at parties and I have no idea where she goes. I just get the feeling that she doesn't want to be seen around me or see me at all." Andy felt ashamed and Ben could tell by the way he had just opened up like that.

Ben was smart, though. He knew Andy would be pissed at not only him but Sophie as well if he knew what was going on between them. So, he kept his mouth shut and did the best he could to try and comfort Andy. It wasn't fake, in a sense. He really did care about his friend's feelings but clearly not enough to end his secret relationship with Sophie. She liked the drugs and he needed someone to do them with.

"I know you're upset, mate, but things will get better. I can talk to her for you if you want. Drop the hint that you're missing her and maybe she'll listen to me. Maybe running away like that is just her nature. You did find her in a city alley, didn't you? Maybe she's afraid. I think you just need to be patient with her. She'll come around." Ben advised.

It was wonderful advice but the sad truth was none of what Ben had agreed to do was done. He never talked to Sophie about Andy and he certainly knew the reason she was running away was not because it was her nature. It was because of Ben and his drugs.

Andy remembered that night clearly in his mind. It made him even more angry to think about how Ben had so easily agreed to do something for him but it was all a complete lie to save his own ass and Sophie. But Andy loved Sophie and cared for her so much that he didn't want to blame her for any of what had happened. The only person he was angry with was Ben.

That night after the show, Andy was walking back to the bus with CC and Ashley. It had been a good show but Andy was still angry with Ben and worried about Sophie. Nothing in his mind was going right and he still felt like everything was out of sync.

It really didn't help that as they turned the corner of Asking Alexandria's bus, standing there outside was Ben. It was as if he was asking for it. Ben knew the guys would be heading back to their bus after the show and he knew they would have to walk by Asking Alexandria's bus.

Ben heard the angry footsteps and turned to see Andy, fists balled by his side and a scowl on his face, walking towards him. "Andy, please let me explain--" Ben began but was cut off by Andy's fist colliding with his nose.

"Shit, Biersack. I just wanted to talk!" Ben exclaimed, holding his bleeding nose.

"You almost killed her, you bastard!" Andy shouted, trying to throw more punches at Ben who shrunk away from Andy's blows.

CC and Ashley grabbed Andy's arms and tried to hold him back from hurting Ben anymore. Andy struggled against their grasp just a little before completely breaking down in tears. His body trembled and the two guys sat him on the cold concrete. Andy was completely broken. He couldn't take it anymore. His friend had betrayed him, the one girl he really loved almost died and now he felt he could no longer control himself anymore.

"Come on, Andy. Let's go back to the bus." CC suggested, picking him up off the ground with Ashley's help. Together, they walked Andy back to the bus.

When they got back, Andy went straight to his bunk. He didn't care to say hi to Sophie or say goodnight to anyone else. He just wanted to go straight to sleep. At this point, sleep was his only means of escape.