You Are Not Alone ~ Andy Biersack Love Story

I laid there, helplessly. Like a worthless piece of shit. Was I one? I stood up for myself, and this happened. I didn't do anything wrong. Justin just wasn't used to the fact, people do have their own opinions and feelings and they get sick and tired of this shit that happens daily. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I had been laying there for hours. I could tell by the daylight. It began to get cold and before I knew it, I was shivering beyond belief. The aches on my body were everywhere. I could feel blood begin to cake to me and I knew there was quite a bit of it. I whimpered because it hurt to straight up cry. I began to crawl over to the tailgate. I winced in pain as I tried to drag myself to open it. I failed and looked at my arms. My wrist was raw an bloody from the handcuff and I had bruises and blood, everywhere. I kept whimpering as I heard some feet approaching.

"Help me." I choked out. I then tried again, to shout. "Help me!" I said, my body aching. Suddenly, the tailgate dropped and I saw him. My savior.

Andy.

"GRACE!" He said hopping in the back and knelt down beside me. He put my head in his lap and saw me shivering and took off his leather jacket and covered my body. I had no clue where my coat went, or my shirt for that matter. I only had my bra on, then of course, my skirt and leggings were ripped. He felt how cold I was and picked me up bridal style and carried me carefully and laid me down in the seat and hopped into the driver's seat after closing the tailgate. I was freezing, and I hurt so much. He put my head in his lap once more and drove. He drove for a little bit, then he parked and killed the engine. I could hear people talking. I knew where we were. We were at his house and the guys were there. The passenger door opened and I was lifted out once more, but ever so gently. I looked up and saw Andy's face. I could hear Ashley yelling to the guys to clear the way. I looked up at him as my eyes began to close.

"GRACE! DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES!" Andy yelled as I was brought up stairs and into a large bedroom. I was laid on the bed and the guys gathered around the bed. My eyes opened with force, but I couldn't hold them open that long. I heard the guys leave, except for Andy and Ashley who were getting ready to clean me up.

"Please don't." I whispered.

"I have to, Grace I am sorry. Just hold on. I will keep you covered." He said and then grabbed a pair of his boxer shorts and put them on me. I didn't care if he saw my underwear, or even is Ashley did. I hurt, and they were going to help. I felt Andy begin to clean up the blood on my body and then dab the bruises gently with a warm cloth. It felt good. I couldn't move at all though. I was stuck in pain. I heard them finishing up and Andy pulled the blankets over me, keeping his shorts on me and my bra as well. I looked up at him as he stroked my long purple hair. "You are going to be okay, Grace. Nothing is broken. We will take you to a hospital tomorrow morning." He said and kissed my forehead and I fell asleep.

When I slept, I felt no pain. It only felt like two minutes, but I heard Andy and Ashley begin to check on me. How long was I sleeping. I saw Ashley walk in to check on me. He checked my gashes and then I grabbed his hand gently as I slowly opened my eyes. "W-what time is it?" I asked, my voice raspy and pain filled it.

"It's noon. I will go get you water and some Advil for the pain. We will take you to the hospital." Ashley said rubbing my hand.

"No, everything is fine. Please just get me water." I said and Ashley nodded and was gone.

I can't live my life like this, in constant fear of being beat up. It had to stop before I actually did get beat to my last breath.

Notes

;; Once again, sorry for the shorter chapter. I have had tremendous writer's block. Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. ;;