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All Your Hate


*Scarlette's POV*

"This isn't a game of twenty questions, Scarlette Moore," the man said. I could tell that he was getting annoyed.

"Well that's just too bad for you because I happen to be quite a curious person. And if you do not tell me what the fuck is going on then I'm sure you'll regret it," I said, and he started laughing. The light in the room was turned on and I was temporarily blinded for a second, but as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I looked at the man, completely shocked to see who it was.

I recognized that hair. That face. That height. That expression. The way he walked, and spoke. I knew at once why it was all so familiar. After all, I had dated him for a few weeks.

"Jack?!" I whispered, my shock clearly present. He smirked.

"Hello there, Scar," he said, looking down at me. "Missed me?"

"Excuse me? What are you doing? I need answers, Jack. Why are you doing this, why am I here, why-"

"As I said before, Scar, this isn't 20 questions," he interrupted.

"Don't call me 'Scar'," I spat.

"I'll do what I want, bitch," he said, and glared at me with such force that I had to look away.

"Tell me why you're doing this," I said, getting quite impatient. I wasn't scared, not at all. Just really confused.

"Oh why do you think? You're really that stupid, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about? I thought we dated? Even though you ended up being a complete manwhore and a cheater-"

"Oh shut up. You want me to explain or not?" I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, first of all Scarlette, I was never a fan of your pathetic little band. Yeah," he said, as my eyes widened.

"But, in Starbucks, you said-"

"I said a lot of things, Moore, and you'll find that at least 90% of them weren't true. Anyway, bottom line is, I saw you in the shop, thought you were hot, and put on an act. Everything was fake, it meant nothing. I was only in it for what you could give me. Which didn't work out in the end, because you weren't being very generous."

"What?" I asked, confused and slightly hurt. I was so glad that I hadn't given him 'what he wanted.' I felt sick and dirty just thinking about it. "Do you do this often, Jack?"

"What, put on an act to get girls into bed? Yeah sure, it works like a charm," he winked.

"You're disgusting. But you haven't told me why I'm here, and I'm getting really mad," I said.

"Ooh, is Scarlette getting losing her temper?" he asked, and I attempted to kick him but he was too far out of reach and I was trapped down by the ropes. He laughed. "Now now, let's just all be civil."

"I don't see why," I said.

"Listen here, you behave and you won't get hurt. Otherwise..." he trailed off. "Anyway, you're here because you were a complete bitch to me and now you and that scum Andy are going to pay," he spat.

"What are you talking about, and what does Andy have to do with any of this? And where is he?" I demanded.

"Well, the way I see it is, we could have had a good relationship. You're hot, I'm hot, it would have worked. And then that emo kid has to come in and ruin it for us."

"Okay, first of all, I would never date you again in a million years, and I'm glad I caught you cheating beceause otherwise I would probably still be in a relationship with you and not Andy. Second, you can't call him a kid because he's older than you, and third, I thought you liked Black Veil Brides?"

"You dumb bitch, of course I don't. They're all emo and their music is trash," he said. He had walked closer by now and I was able to gather enough strength in my legs to kick him - powerfully - where the sun does not shine.

"Ow, goddamnit," I heard him mumble, as he sank to the ground. He looked at me, gritting his teeth.

"You'll pay for that, Moore," he said, before slowly getting up and leaving, slamming the door and leaving me once again in the pitch black room. I sighed, and started to think. I couldn't believe what Jack had just told me, and I had just seen a completely different side of him. Then I realized, that was the real him. It started to sink in that he was the one that had sent all of the texts, and he had probably been behind the attacks as well. I heard the door open again and to my disgust, Jack had walked back into the room.

"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some food," he said. In his hands he had a plate with some bread on it and a glass of water. I wasn't consuming any of that though, because I had no idea what was in it.

"Why did you send me all those texts?" I asked, and he smirked.

"What, didn't you like them?"

"And how did you always know what was going on in my life, were you following me?" I asked.

"Scarlette, it wasn't that hard to follow you around different states. I just followed where the BVB tour was going and found you wherever you went. As for the times you ended up in hospital, let's just say I have some men who did some jobs for me that needed to be done."

"I still don't understand why you're doing this," I said.

"You left me for that idiot," he spat.

"Andy is no idiot, and I'm way happier with him than I ever would have been with you," I said.

"You seemed to hate each other in the beginning," he looked at me.

"Well, things change," I told him.

"Exactly," he smiled. But it wasn't friendly, no. There was something about that smile that was cold and scary, and it made me wonder what he was thinking.

*Andy's POV*

It had been two days since Scarlette had gone, but it felt like two years. I missed her so much and I was so scared because I had no idea where she was. What if she was hurt? Or trapped somewhere? I just couldn't take it much longer.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Jinxx asked, walking into my hotel room. Scarlette's stuff was still lying all around the place, we would be staying here for a while until she was found. I still smelt her distinct scent in the air and it made me miss her even more.

"No Jinxx, I'm really not. I just can't deal with this, I don't know where she is or how she's being treated and I feel so helpless,' I sighed, looking out the window.

"Andy, I know this must be so tough for you. For all of us really, but it's gotta be 10 times harder for you. We all know how much you love this girl. If Sammi went missing like this I don't know what I'd do... but you have to trust that the police are doing as much as they possibly can to try and find her, and I'm sure they will. You've just got to be patient," he said.

"I know, it's just really difficult. But thanks a lot Jinxx," I said, as he headed towards the door.

"No problem man. We're all brothers and we're all here for each othere, remember?"

"Yeah," I said, as he closed the door. Looking out of the window at the dark night, I saw all the stars glittering in the sky, and wondered if Scarlette was looking at the same ones. I had some feeling in my heart that she was somewhere, closer than we all thought.

*Scarlette's POV*

I didn't even know how long I had been trapped inside this dumb basement. It was starting to annoy the hell out of me and I knew that I needed to find a way out. The ropes on my hands and feet had been untied but I hadn't eaten in days and I was feeling really weak. I knew that I had to leave, and soon. Were the police looking for me?

Looking around the room, I discovered a tiny window, only small enough to let air in, but no body could fit through. Looking outside, I saw a huge field and the millions of stars that glimmered in the sky, and I wondered, what was Andy doing right now? I missed him so much, and I missed the others as well. Were they even still in the same state? Or would they have to move on with the tour? I heard the door open again and there stood the horrible guy that had been the only person I had talked to in days.

"What?" I spat.

"Now Scarlette, I have your phone here," he said.

"And?" He threw it to me and I caught it. My heart hurt when I saw that I had over a hundred missed calls and texts from both bands, and at least 50 of them were Andy's number.

"I want you to make a call," he smirked.

"To who?" I asked, curious.

"To Andy," he replied.


"I want you to tell him that you've left because you wanted to, and you've decided to move on. And so should he. Go on, I'm waiting," his lips curled into an evil smile.

"What?" I asked, shocked. "That's bullshit, I won't do it," I said.

"Oh yes you will. Because otherwise," he said, and to my horror I saw him take a gun out of his pocket and point it towards me. "Well, I wouldn't do this yet. We'd have a little fun first, if you know what I mean," he winked and I pretended to gag.

"I can't do this," I said. "He won't believe me."

"Oh, I trust you'll make it convincing," he said. "I told you, Scarlette, you're mine now. You won't be seeing Andy Biersack ever again," he smiled and waited, as my eyes blurred. I felt numb as I clicked on the familiar number and put the phone to my ear.


i haven't updated in forever, i know! i'm sorry, but i hope you guys liked this chapter :)
did anyone suspect that it would be Jack? let me know!


I remember when you first wrote this fic and I hoped that it would never finish. This story is what got me Into reading fanfic. I hope you continue to write more! You're incredibly talented!

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omfg i just fangirled for two hours!!! loved it!!!

Oh my fucking god this was amazing

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