Bound By Love
Getting To Know You
Bill
They asked all these questions and I just didn’t know how to answer them. They asked about life before the divorce like did he touch me and I didn’t know what to say. Thank god Andy was there holding my hand or I would’ve freaked out.
“So did he do anything else besides the abuse or rape?” One cop asked.
“Like what?”
“Were there any other partners?”
“Are you asking did he pimp me out?”
“Did he?”
“N—no it was just him.” I stammered.
“Are you sure? You hesitated?”
“There was no one else. He tried once and…I…I bit him.”
“Bit him where?” My breath hitched up in my chest and I looked at Andy. He’ll think I am a dirty whore and never will want to see me again after this.
“He tried to make me give him head and when he shoved his dick…I mean penis into my mouth I bit him.” Andy snorted a laugh and his mother smacked him upside the head.
“Andrew Dennis Biersack that is not something to laugh about.”
“Mom, I am laughing at the fact there is a dude walking around with only half a dick.”
“I swear, Andrew, you are so inappropriate. Forgive my son’s idiotic tendencies.” She apologized.
“That’s fine. Do you know the guy’s name?”
“No.” I mumbled.
“Alright, we got all we need for today. We’ll call if we need anything else.”
“Alright.” The cops left and Andy let out a laugh that came straight from the belly.
“I’m sorry but I know I am not the only one.”
“Only one that what?”
“Who thinks it’s absolutely hilarious there is a dude running around with half of his dick?” I pursed my lips into a thin line.
“I’m sorry my suffering is so humorous to you.” I snapped and ran upstairs to the first room I could find which, judging by the posters was Andy’s.
“Bill?”
“Are you in here?” I was huddled in the corner and didn’t want to be bothered. But I sighed and called back anyway.
“Bill, look I am sorry okay. I wanted to find a silver lining and make you smile. I hate seeing you so sad.” He confessed. “I never meant to hurt you.” I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.
“Nothing makes me smile anymore. My dad stole my happiness from me. And I will never be happy ever again.”
“I understand, can I just sit here next to you then?”
“Fine.” He walked over and sat down next to me. He looked hesitant at first but he carefully draped his arm over me and pulled me closer to his body.
Andy
I never want to hurt him. I just want to make him happy again. I have drawn so many pictures of his sad face that I just want to draw one happy portrait of him.
“So Bill, what’s your favorite color?” He looked at me with squinted eyes.
“What?! I am trying to make small talk.”
“I am not up for small talk.” He got up and crossed my room to my desk. His eyes widened when he saw all the art I drew of him.
“What is this?”
“It’s the drawing I did of you when I first noticed you in the park.” He picked one up and stared at it. Tears filled his eyes and he cried.
“What’s wrong?”
“I am so ugly. Even this picture shows it. My face is just not suitable for people to look at.” He dropped the page and ran into my bathroom. What did I do? I just plopped down on my bed and waited for him to come out. I laid back and closed my eyes, I heard a door and turned my head to see Bill walking out of the bathroom.
“Sorry about that. I was…I have never felt beautiful in my entire life so it was nice to hear that someone liked my face enough to draw it and I guess I reacted badly. Forgive me.”
“Hey you were abused for 8 years of your fucking life; I was not expecting you to be happy. Come here.” He was hesitant at first but he eventually walked over and sat down rather awkwardly on the edge of the bed. He was blushing and his hands were locked in front of him. I sighed and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer to me. He gasped and looked at me.
“A---Andy this feels weird.” I sighed and rolled over onto my torso.
“I’m tired.” I laid my head on his lap and closed my eyes. I pretended to sleep just to see how he would react. I felt a hand on my head and someone caressing it.
“You know, I never tell people much about myself. I know you’re not asleep. Tom used to do this before our parents’ divorce. We were so close I wonder what happened.”
“Simple,” I yawned. “You guys grew apart because your father took away who you were along with your ability to be happy. People change when they undergo certain situations.”
“Why do you have gauze on your head?”
“You know why, you were kind of there when I was admitted to the hospital.”
“I didn’t read the paper, only your family did, I kind of wasn’t allowed to.”
“Right, well once I am certain that’s what’s wrong with me, I’ll get into those details of my life.” My head hit the bed and he got up.
“You are unbelievable. I told you that my dad was raping and abusing me and you just keep this from me. What kind of hypocrite are you? You nag me for not telling you what was bugging me and then you tell me you don’t want to get into ‘those details of your life.’ You are the worse!”
“Look I don’t want to worry you about something that might not be what they say it is. I just want to be one hundred percent before I go around telling people. That doesn’t make me a hypocrite.” He made this annoyed face and sighed.
“Look, you want more from me but you don’t want to tell me shit about yourself---I am going to get ready for bed, excuse me.” He left my room and I sighed. I didn’t mean to come across as someone who didn’t care but I just need time before I go blabbing about myself.
Whatever.
They asked all these questions and I just didn’t know how to answer them. They asked about life before the divorce like did he touch me and I didn’t know what to say. Thank god Andy was there holding my hand or I would’ve freaked out.
“So did he do anything else besides the abuse or rape?” One cop asked.
“Like what?”
“Were there any other partners?”
“Are you asking did he pimp me out?”
“Did he?”
“N—no it was just him.” I stammered.
“Are you sure? You hesitated?”
“There was no one else. He tried once and…I…I bit him.”
“Bit him where?” My breath hitched up in my chest and I looked at Andy. He’ll think I am a dirty whore and never will want to see me again after this.
“He tried to make me give him head and when he shoved his dick…I mean penis into my mouth I bit him.” Andy snorted a laugh and his mother smacked him upside the head.
“Andrew Dennis Biersack that is not something to laugh about.”
“Mom, I am laughing at the fact there is a dude walking around with only half a dick.”
“I swear, Andrew, you are so inappropriate. Forgive my son’s idiotic tendencies.” She apologized.
“That’s fine. Do you know the guy’s name?”
“No.” I mumbled.
“Alright, we got all we need for today. We’ll call if we need anything else.”
“Alright.” The cops left and Andy let out a laugh that came straight from the belly.
“I’m sorry but I know I am not the only one.”
“Only one that what?”
“Who thinks it’s absolutely hilarious there is a dude running around with half of his dick?” I pursed my lips into a thin line.
“I’m sorry my suffering is so humorous to you.” I snapped and ran upstairs to the first room I could find which, judging by the posters was Andy’s.
“Bill?”
“Are you in here?” I was huddled in the corner and didn’t want to be bothered. But I sighed and called back anyway.
“Bill, look I am sorry okay. I wanted to find a silver lining and make you smile. I hate seeing you so sad.” He confessed. “I never meant to hurt you.” I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.
“Nothing makes me smile anymore. My dad stole my happiness from me. And I will never be happy ever again.”
“I understand, can I just sit here next to you then?”
“Fine.” He walked over and sat down next to me. He looked hesitant at first but he carefully draped his arm over me and pulled me closer to his body.
Andy
I never want to hurt him. I just want to make him happy again. I have drawn so many pictures of his sad face that I just want to draw one happy portrait of him.
“So Bill, what’s your favorite color?” He looked at me with squinted eyes.
“What?! I am trying to make small talk.”
“I am not up for small talk.” He got up and crossed my room to my desk. His eyes widened when he saw all the art I drew of him.
“What is this?”
“It’s the drawing I did of you when I first noticed you in the park.” He picked one up and stared at it. Tears filled his eyes and he cried.
“What’s wrong?”
“I am so ugly. Even this picture shows it. My face is just not suitable for people to look at.” He dropped the page and ran into my bathroom. What did I do? I just plopped down on my bed and waited for him to come out. I laid back and closed my eyes, I heard a door and turned my head to see Bill walking out of the bathroom.
“Sorry about that. I was…I have never felt beautiful in my entire life so it was nice to hear that someone liked my face enough to draw it and I guess I reacted badly. Forgive me.”
“Hey you were abused for 8 years of your fucking life; I was not expecting you to be happy. Come here.” He was hesitant at first but he eventually walked over and sat down rather awkwardly on the edge of the bed. He was blushing and his hands were locked in front of him. I sighed and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer to me. He gasped and looked at me.
“A---Andy this feels weird.” I sighed and rolled over onto my torso.
“I’m tired.” I laid my head on his lap and closed my eyes. I pretended to sleep just to see how he would react. I felt a hand on my head and someone caressing it.
“You know, I never tell people much about myself. I know you’re not asleep. Tom used to do this before our parents’ divorce. We were so close I wonder what happened.”
“Simple,” I yawned. “You guys grew apart because your father took away who you were along with your ability to be happy. People change when they undergo certain situations.”
“Why do you have gauze on your head?”
“You know why, you were kind of there when I was admitted to the hospital.”
“I didn’t read the paper, only your family did, I kind of wasn’t allowed to.”
“Right, well once I am certain that’s what’s wrong with me, I’ll get into those details of my life.” My head hit the bed and he got up.
“You are unbelievable. I told you that my dad was raping and abusing me and you just keep this from me. What kind of hypocrite are you? You nag me for not telling you what was bugging me and then you tell me you don’t want to get into ‘those details of your life.’ You are the worse!”
“Look I don’t want to worry you about something that might not be what they say it is. I just want to be one hundred percent before I go around telling people. That doesn’t make me a hypocrite.” He made this annoyed face and sighed.
“Look, you want more from me but you don’t want to tell me shit about yourself---I am going to get ready for bed, excuse me.” He left my room and I sighed. I didn’t mean to come across as someone who didn’t care but I just need time before I go blabbing about myself.
Whatever.
@Purdy's_little_lady_outlaw there's a sequel called Fond Memories
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