"Come on, Layla. Run away with me." Andy took her by the hand. "We can leave this all behind. We can go to a new city and start life all over. It doesn't have to be this way."

"Andy," Layla resisted. "My father... He'll come looking for me. He'll kill you if he finds out we ran away together. He'll kill me, too. This is a bad idea."

"Layla, look at me." Andy said.

She looked up into his blue eyes and immediately became entranced. All her worries melted away. All of her doubts vanished.

"Okay," She nodded. "Let's go."

Andy flashed her that perfect smile of his. He helped her grab her things and threw them out onto the lawn below the window. He hopped out onto the grass and reached up to help Layla out of the window when--

"Vero! Dinner!"

Vero groaned. "Coming, Mom." She called back as she stopped typing and closed her laptop.

At this moment in time, Vero wasn't exactly happy with her mother. Although, what normal teenage girl is? Parents are always getting in the way of things. They're always saying something is too dangerous or telling you that you can't go somewhere because you didn't do your chores. You know, the classic parents. This time around, it was a concert.

Vero so desperately wanted to go to the Black Veil Brides concert that was happening that night just an hour away from her house but of course, her mother had said no.

As Vero sat at the dinner table with her mother and younger brother, she couldn't help but pout. Black Veil Brides was her favorite band and her mother just didn't understand how much going to see them live would mean to her.

"Vero, stop moping. We're trying to have a nice family dinner." Her mother scolded.

Vero rolled her eyes at her mother. "Yeah, Mom? Well, maybe I wouldn't be moping if you had just let me go to the concert with Farrah. Farrah can drive and we would be perfectly safe, you know that--"

"I said no, Vero. Besides, it's too dangerous for two eighteen year old girls to be out by themselves in a dangerous city such as Worcester."

This caused Vero to roll her eyes again. "But Mom. We're both eighteen. We're both responsible adults. I just don't understand why you can't just let me go."

"Because, I'm your parent and I said no. I brought you girls to Warped tour. Maybe if Farrah's parents had agreed to bring you girls, I would have said yes."

"But Mom, Farrah's parents were okay with letting us go up by ourselves. Why can't you be cool like them?" Vero's brother snickered at her comment. "Do you find this entertaining?" She snapped at him. He quickly shook his head and went back to eating his rice.

"You really don't understand how big of a deal this is for me, Mom. This band saved my life. Don't you understand that?" She continued.

"That's nice, honey, but I said you can't go. You're not taking my car, you have no money of your own, and besides, it's terrible weather to be traveling all the way to Worcester in anyway."

Vero balled her fists and all she felt like doing was screaming. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt like her mother really just didn't care that these five men were keeping her daughter alive and all she wanted to do was go and see them once.

"Fine." She stood up from the table and grabbed her plate to put in the sink before she stormed off to her room. She brought up Facebook and immediately sent a vent message to Farrah who she knew would understand how she felt.

Farrah: Don't you think you're overreacting just a little? I mean, yeah, I wanted to see them just as much as you did but there'll be another concert.

Vero: Overreacting? Wow. Thanks Farrah. I thought you of all people would understand.

Vero hated to admit it, but she had a bad temper. One little comment could piss her off for days. That's why she was getting so 'overworked' as some might say over the concert.

Farrah: Vero, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset.

Vero: Whatever, Farrah. I'll talk to you later. Excuse me while I go cry myself into death.

"Vero!" Her mother called to her again.

"God fucking dammit. What does she want now." Vero muttered under her breath as she sulked down the hallway back into the kitchen.

"I have to bring your brother to his friend's house, okay?" Her mother was scooting her little brother outside to the car.

"Whatever." Vero rolled her eyes at her mother and went back to her room.

When her mother was finally gone, she grabbed a couple towels and headed upstairs to take a shower. She just needed to go cry. She couldn't handle anymore of these feelings and the shower was the best place to cry. In case her mom came home before she was out, she wouldn't hear her sobbing.

She stood there with her forehead resting against the tile wall while the water ran down her face and washed away her salty tears. If only Andy were here to take her away like Layla in her story. That's all she wanted. She wanted to be saved. She couldn't stand living here any longer. She felt trapped and the ironic thing was she lived right across from the state highway. She could leave here whenever she wanted, yet she was still trapped.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the navy blue towel around her slim body. She shook out her wet hair and wrung it out over the bathtub before grabbing her pile of clothes and making her way back down stairs to her room. Her mother wasn't home yet and she was glad. She really didn't want to deal with her right now. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen. As she passed by the glass sliding door, she almost didn't notice the face that was peeking in at her.

She screamed and jumped back, gripping the towel and tightening it around her body. She stared at the face looking in at her and realized the face belonged to Andy Biersack.

Notes

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