With A Studded Star And Bunny Ink
You Cun-
Andy Biersack
“Jesus Andy! What did you have to call me here so urgently about?” Scout snapped. I had called on her on the phone and told her we had to talk immediately. She wasn’t too impressed since the last time we had actually spoken was the day I left her. Honestly I think she knew this call was coming, bearing in mind she was heading to the venue anyway (Probably to see Blaze) so she was aware we were about to tour together.
In Scouts arms was a young blonde haired 3 years old whom I had to assume was a child that she had with another partner, probably the man she cheated on me with. Placing the girl down on the chair she turned to face me, she looked annoyed but not surprised, you could tell by her eyes that I was right, and she knew exactly what all this was about.
“That girl.” I said calmly
“Please tell me her bio is corrected and that she did have my last name because I am someone who inspired her. Please tell me you didn’t lie to her about who her father is.” I said, my tone almost pleading, I felt horrible for the girl because I knew I would have to be the one to tell her if Scout lied. I knew that she was Scouts child from her Bio, but I got the suspicion she might have thought me a father, since she never listed her dad and in some of her photo’s she was wearing things I had left at Scouts when we broke up.
“I didn’t lie to her.” She sighed
“Andy, she…she is…well… No she’s not your daughter, but she thinks she is, and that’s my fault. I made her think you were her father.” I was fuming, how could she do that? Lie to a child!
“So you were lying Scout! How could you do that? Raise her up like that and lie to her! What did you want from it? Fame? Money? How could you be so cold to use a child as a tool like that?” I yelled, I was absolutely furious.
“No Andy! My reasons are my own and don’t expect you to understand! I never thought you’d meet okay? And fame and fortune? Did you just forget we kept all information of her father hidden?” She yelled back clearly offended, I don’t understand how she could be offended; she was the low life who used a child!
“Then why? Huh, whose is she Scout’s? Is she his!”
“NO! Don’t bring him into this! Who she belongs to doesn’t matter Andy, leave it be! Just, well, I don’t know Andy, I can’t tell you!” She pleaded.
“Oh why does bringing him into the argument hurt Scout? Does it burn? As if I thought I couldn’t lose any more respect for you. Face it, she’s the other blokes and you’re trying to use her for money and fame.” I couldn’t stand this! I did hope bringing up old topics would hurt her though, looking back it might have been sadistic and cruel, but she did the same to me, she broke my heart and trampled on it, then she had the nerve to shun Juliet when I finally found happiness with another girl.
“You asshole!” She shouted eyes seemingly on the verge of tears.
“How dare you keep accusing me of using my daughter. Her and I may have problems but I love her dearly and would never do that to her, you dick!” I heard crying in the background from the young girl, and I’m pretty sure most the band had disappeared but me and Scout were far too gone in the argument at this point. Truth is told neither of us truly forgave each other after the fight and it showed.
“I’m sorry? I’m the dick? I’m not the one raising a girl with false hopes. You know what I’m going to get a DNA, and when it fails you can be the one to tell her the truth.”
“Oh I’ll give you and DNA, and I’ll shove it right up your ass when it comes back as yours.”
“Come back as mine? Do you even know how DNA’s work? Fine, we’ll get a DNA and teach you a lesson of what happens to people who whore themselves around” The argument at this point had disintegrated as old wounds opened.
“Whore? Oh I’m sorry, I forgot weren’t you the one who cheated on me first?”
“We were broke up at that point Scout! You had told me you couldn’t handle the band growing so fast and you thought we should just try seeing other people. So I fucking did!”
“I told you we needed a break Andy! And we did! You claimed to be such a romantic, but you were hardly romantic when you left me behind for groupies and fans and alcohol!”
“I never fucked them Scout!”
“Until we went on a break!”
“But then we were on a break! What was I supposed to do just wait around hoping you’d come back?”
“Well I did!”
“I didn’t know that! You broke my heart Scout when you cheated on me! Or did you not get that?”
“Oh really, that’s why you went round to quickly fuck my slut of a best friend. Yes, you were clearly fucking heartbroken!”
“Don’t you dare bring Juliet into this!” That was a line she shouldn’t cross
“And I never did anything with Juliet behind your back, she was there when I needed someone to lean and cry on, and she’s still there surprisingly and not cheating on me!”
“Oh really you cun…”
“That’s enough!” A stranger’s voice called. Looking round we saw stood by the door two girls glaring at us. The first quickly ran from the door way to the young three year old that was in hysterics. I recognised the girls long messy black hair, with feather and braid running through it like she had just met a tribe of Native American Indians, the left side braided completely to the back. Bright blue eyes pierced through her fringe as her body looked a little too skinny for her own health. Blaze Biersack. Next to her stood Outlaw Purdy, leant up against the doorway in what I could only describe as a very purdy manor. Her hair was a more Onyx black to Blaze’s raven black hair, her fringe covering the top of her eyes while the rest of it was spike backwards, a black and white bandanna running down to part it. She couldn’t be seen very clearly in the door way but you could tell by her shadow that like her mother she had grown to be a rather busty girl.
“Hey Kayla, come on now no need to cry.” She whispered gently to the child, who upon seeing the female began to calm down.
“Bunny!” She cooed sweetly, putting her arms out and allowing Blaze to pick her up. Bunny? Wasn’t that her stage name?
“I don’t like it Bunny. I don’t like it.” She muttered pointing to where me and Scout where stood.
“Yes well, I don’t either. Come on we’ll leave them to their shouting match okay?” She whispered softly, her voice was slightly rough and deep for girl like she had clearly smoked one too many. Seeing her properly was a shock to the system however, as I stood there staring without really thinking of a response. She was tall and looked rather lanky like she didn’t eat enough, she wore a black top that was ripped up, but I knew it was my old Skid Row shirt by the pattern on the front. Some of her religious and rock emblem necklaces where also mine, all things I had left behind when I left Scout. Her feather earrings, patches, belts, fishnets and studs all seemed reminiscent of the 80’s hair metal fashion, though the shorts she wore I swear used to be a pair of Scouts old jeans, and again her shredded up old platform boots where mine.
“I get that you two don’t get along.” Outlaw said from the door way, her voice wasn’t as low, but it carried a power and threat to it that made her far more intimating than the genuineness and softness of Blaze’s voice.
“But seriously, you are going to just ignore the three year old that can hear everything you’re saying and is clearly in hysteric! Dicks.” Outlaw lectured.
“Come on Outlaw, that’s enough.” Blaze reasoned with the other, as the pair then walked off the two year old in her arms.
Watching her go I felt sick sense of Deja Vu, she walked away the same way Scout walked from me all those years ago. I stood there for a while, Scout had left and the band had gone to meet Against All Hope, but one thought kept playing on mind.
We had to spend an entire tour with them!
“Jesus Andy! What did you have to call me here so urgently about?” Scout snapped. I had called on her on the phone and told her we had to talk immediately. She wasn’t too impressed since the last time we had actually spoken was the day I left her. Honestly I think she knew this call was coming, bearing in mind she was heading to the venue anyway (Probably to see Blaze) so she was aware we were about to tour together.
In Scouts arms was a young blonde haired 3 years old whom I had to assume was a child that she had with another partner, probably the man she cheated on me with. Placing the girl down on the chair she turned to face me, she looked annoyed but not surprised, you could tell by her eyes that I was right, and she knew exactly what all this was about.
“That girl.” I said calmly
“Please tell me her bio is corrected and that she did have my last name because I am someone who inspired her. Please tell me you didn’t lie to her about who her father is.” I said, my tone almost pleading, I felt horrible for the girl because I knew I would have to be the one to tell her if Scout lied. I knew that she was Scouts child from her Bio, but I got the suspicion she might have thought me a father, since she never listed her dad and in some of her photo’s she was wearing things I had left at Scouts when we broke up.
“I didn’t lie to her.” She sighed
“Andy, she…she is…well… No she’s not your daughter, but she thinks she is, and that’s my fault. I made her think you were her father.” I was fuming, how could she do that? Lie to a child!
“So you were lying Scout! How could you do that? Raise her up like that and lie to her! What did you want from it? Fame? Money? How could you be so cold to use a child as a tool like that?” I yelled, I was absolutely furious.
“No Andy! My reasons are my own and don’t expect you to understand! I never thought you’d meet okay? And fame and fortune? Did you just forget we kept all information of her father hidden?” She yelled back clearly offended, I don’t understand how she could be offended; she was the low life who used a child!
“Then why? Huh, whose is she Scout’s? Is she his!”
“NO! Don’t bring him into this! Who she belongs to doesn’t matter Andy, leave it be! Just, well, I don’t know Andy, I can’t tell you!” She pleaded.
“Oh why does bringing him into the argument hurt Scout? Does it burn? As if I thought I couldn’t lose any more respect for you. Face it, she’s the other blokes and you’re trying to use her for money and fame.” I couldn’t stand this! I did hope bringing up old topics would hurt her though, looking back it might have been sadistic and cruel, but she did the same to me, she broke my heart and trampled on it, then she had the nerve to shun Juliet when I finally found happiness with another girl.
“You asshole!” She shouted eyes seemingly on the verge of tears.
“How dare you keep accusing me of using my daughter. Her and I may have problems but I love her dearly and would never do that to her, you dick!” I heard crying in the background from the young girl, and I’m pretty sure most the band had disappeared but me and Scout were far too gone in the argument at this point. Truth is told neither of us truly forgave each other after the fight and it showed.
“I’m sorry? I’m the dick? I’m not the one raising a girl with false hopes. You know what I’m going to get a DNA, and when it fails you can be the one to tell her the truth.”
“Oh I’ll give you and DNA, and I’ll shove it right up your ass when it comes back as yours.”
“Come back as mine? Do you even know how DNA’s work? Fine, we’ll get a DNA and teach you a lesson of what happens to people who whore themselves around” The argument at this point had disintegrated as old wounds opened.
“Whore? Oh I’m sorry, I forgot weren’t you the one who cheated on me first?”
“We were broke up at that point Scout! You had told me you couldn’t handle the band growing so fast and you thought we should just try seeing other people. So I fucking did!”
“I told you we needed a break Andy! And we did! You claimed to be such a romantic, but you were hardly romantic when you left me behind for groupies and fans and alcohol!”
“I never fucked them Scout!”
“Until we went on a break!”
“But then we were on a break! What was I supposed to do just wait around hoping you’d come back?”
“Well I did!”
“I didn’t know that! You broke my heart Scout when you cheated on me! Or did you not get that?”
“Oh really, that’s why you went round to quickly fuck my slut of a best friend. Yes, you were clearly fucking heartbroken!”
“Don’t you dare bring Juliet into this!” That was a line she shouldn’t cross
“And I never did anything with Juliet behind your back, she was there when I needed someone to lean and cry on, and she’s still there surprisingly and not cheating on me!”
“Oh really you cun…”
“That’s enough!” A stranger’s voice called. Looking round we saw stood by the door two girls glaring at us. The first quickly ran from the door way to the young three year old that was in hysterics. I recognised the girls long messy black hair, with feather and braid running through it like she had just met a tribe of Native American Indians, the left side braided completely to the back. Bright blue eyes pierced through her fringe as her body looked a little too skinny for her own health. Blaze Biersack. Next to her stood Outlaw Purdy, leant up against the doorway in what I could only describe as a very purdy manor. Her hair was a more Onyx black to Blaze’s raven black hair, her fringe covering the top of her eyes while the rest of it was spike backwards, a black and white bandanna running down to part it. She couldn’t be seen very clearly in the door way but you could tell by her shadow that like her mother she had grown to be a rather busty girl.
“Hey Kayla, come on now no need to cry.” She whispered gently to the child, who upon seeing the female began to calm down.
“Bunny!” She cooed sweetly, putting her arms out and allowing Blaze to pick her up. Bunny? Wasn’t that her stage name?
“I don’t like it Bunny. I don’t like it.” She muttered pointing to where me and Scout where stood.
“Yes well, I don’t either. Come on we’ll leave them to their shouting match okay?” She whispered softly, her voice was slightly rough and deep for girl like she had clearly smoked one too many. Seeing her properly was a shock to the system however, as I stood there staring without really thinking of a response. She was tall and looked rather lanky like she didn’t eat enough, she wore a black top that was ripped up, but I knew it was my old Skid Row shirt by the pattern on the front. Some of her religious and rock emblem necklaces where also mine, all things I had left behind when I left Scout. Her feather earrings, patches, belts, fishnets and studs all seemed reminiscent of the 80’s hair metal fashion, though the shorts she wore I swear used to be a pair of Scouts old jeans, and again her shredded up old platform boots where mine.
“I get that you two don’t get along.” Outlaw said from the door way, her voice wasn’t as low, but it carried a power and threat to it that made her far more intimating than the genuineness and softness of Blaze’s voice.
“But seriously, you are going to just ignore the three year old that can hear everything you’re saying and is clearly in hysteric! Dicks.” Outlaw lectured.
“Come on Outlaw, that’s enough.” Blaze reasoned with the other, as the pair then walked off the two year old in her arms.
Watching her go I felt sick sense of Deja Vu, she walked away the same way Scout walked from me all those years ago. I stood there for a while, Scout had left and the band had gone to meet Against All Hope, but one thought kept playing on mind.
We had to spend an entire tour with them!
Notes
VixenBiersack - Luckily the guys will be more reasonable.
ThatBVBFan- Thank you very much!
laughingjack16- Ahaha yeeeh Andy will be an interesting one the entire story...
Laughing so hard at the gif from chapter 3
7/21/15