You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story) [REVISED]

The guys came running off the stage, smelly and drowning in sweat. I smiled at them, incredibly proud of their performance and I could tell their fans were impressed too. Ashley was the closest to me, so I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a bear hug.

"Ouch! Damn girl, you're strong!" Ashley complained.

"Sorry Ashley!" I apologized.

"As long as you give me a kiss, I'm good," Ashley flirted.

I wrapped my arms around Ash's neck and kissed him right on the mouth, trying my hardest to impress him. I didn't like Ashley in that way, he was way too much of a player, but I might as well show him what I was made of. When I pulled away from Ashley, I saw the surprise written all over his face.

"Was that good enough for you Purdy?" I asked, quite pleased with myself.

"Holy shit," CC said, his mouth hanging open, gaping at us.

"I'm going to go get my stuff and get settled in the bus while you're at your meet-and-great, okay?" I said, making sure I wasn't ruining any of their plans.

"That's fine," Andy said, his voice clipped. He sounded a bit off.

Was he jealous? I thought.

"M'kay, see you guys in a bit," I said, pretending I didn't notice Andy.

I left the building and went to look for my truck. After two minutes of searching with the moon as my only source of light, I found it. I unlocked the truck and dragged my suitcase out of it. I didn't bother to lock my truck or drive it somewhere safe. It could get towed for all I cared. My parents had "bought" it for me. I didn't want to keep anything that would remind me of them. I looked for the bus and I luckily found it after ten minutes. I opened the door.

They seriously left this unlocked? What if instead of being me, I was a crazed fan girl? They would deffinately regret being so careless, I thought. Honestly, it was a surprise the fangirls hadn't got to them already.

I found the unoccupied bunk and put my suitcase next to it. I didn't want to stay on the tour bus until the guys got back. I would have gone stir crazy, and I was going to be spending enough time on the bus as it was. I decided I needed to go for a little walk.

I don't know how, but I ended up in an alley after five minutes of strolling. I knew it wasn't safe, because in Cleveland, anywhere outside of the Playhouse district or the stadiums, was not a place you would want to find yourself at night. I turned back around to head back to the bus.

"Hey pretty thing," a tall, lanky man said. He was dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, the collar slightly undone. Both articles of clothing were stained with ketchup and beer.

I turned back around to run, but noticed that there was only a dead end.

The tall man cornered me against a brick wall and forced his lips onto mine. His lips tasted like alcohol and vomit.

"Help!" I screamed.

He put his filthy hand over my mouth and whispered, "Don't scream girly. It will only make it worse."

I swallowed hard and nodded. The man stripped my clothes off of me, leaving me bare and exposed before his beady, little eyes. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He pushed me down onto my knees to pleasure him. I had tears streaming down my face and I began my hour of torture.

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When he had finished with me, he left me sore and naked on the cold ground. I was as worthless to him as an empty beer bottle.

I slowly got up and put my clothing back on carefully. I slowly shuffled back to the tour bus. The boys weren't back yet, good. I didn't want them to see me like this. I felt disgusting, filthy, and contaminated. He had taken my virginity. I would never be able to get it back. It would be his forever.

I took out a bra, underwear, and pajamas from my suitcase and headed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw a pale girl with eyes so red that they made her blue eyes shine extra-bright. I took off my clothes to see all of the damage. The girl in the mirror had bruises all over her body and a few scrapes. I only then noticed blood dripping from somewhere it shouldn't.

Shit.

I jumped into the shower, ready to cleanse myself of as much as I could. Once I thought I was as clean as I could get, I turned off the water and dried myself off with a towel. I pulled on my underwear and pajamas. I then headed back to my bunk.

I pulled the blanket over my head and cried uncontrollably until I heard voices from outside the bus. I was silent when they got on the bus. They were joking about something, but at the moment I didn't care what it was about.

"Melanie, you on the bus?" Jake asked.

I didn't respond, I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I wasn't ready to talk yet, if I tried I would most likely start to cry. I didn't want to cry any more.

"I'll check her bunk," Jinxx said.

Jinxx tugged open the curtain and slid the blanket down to reveal my "sleeping" face.

"She's asleep," Jinxx told the guys.

"Should we wake her up?" CC asked.

"No, let her sleep," Andy said.

Andy kissed me on the forehead and closed the curtain.

I felt a tingling sensation where Andy had kissed me. I knew I had fallen for the Andy Biersack, hard. But I also knew that I couldn't be with him. He was a successful singer with a beautiful girlfriend, and I was just damaged goods. He could never love me like I loved him.

I fell asleep to a dream where I was completely free from all of the awful things that had happened to me. All that there was were Andy and I.

Notes

I'm sorry if you guys didn't like this chapter, but I promise the next chapter is better, and there is a sweet, sensitive Andy in the next chapter.