The Preacher's Daughter

The fog was lifting in the bathroom as i came in, Andrew's body motion behind the glass as he washes him self, i don't want him to be mad at me...

i remove the robe and shirt opening the door slowly climbing in behind him, i start to trail sweet kisses behind his back, there he stiffens instantly.

"Gracen." The sound in his tone is warning me to stay away from him, but he is my husband, i want to touch him and i don't give a fuck about Mr. Black now, he can go to hell, i need the man i first me at the vending machine, the man i fell in love with, not this over protective douche bag. My hands slowly traveled down over his stomach to his rib cage. "Don't." he snaps shaking his head, and with that i immediately let go of him.

i have been slapped hard over the face, rejected. Does he not want anymore? am i that revolting now? "I am still fucking mad at you Gracen," He mummers twirling around, his mouth in a sensual line, gazing me up and down to my toes up to my neck.

"I am so sorry Andrew." i sigh heavily. "I think you and i overact a bit on this situation don't you think?"

"Some fucking ass touching my wife in a club with horny teenagers and her husband is miles away, what is it than if it is not overacting?" he snarls

"I am sorry okay Andrew don't me like this, it was just one night."i whisper sheepishly brushing my wet hair out of my face, i really need to get a new color on it. maybe red?

"I have to get ready, i don't want to discuss this now, you are making me question my judgement. He turns around opening the shower door walking out grabbing a towel and stalk out the bathroom leaving me with a stunned expression. "Fuck me."

A few minutes later i got dressed in my black blouse, a red hoola hoop skirt with my combat boots, i twirl my dirty hair in a bun and put on some blush.

i came in the living room and a wide smile spreads on my face. "Vic!" I ran into his arms as he twirls me around.

He softly puts me down and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You need to talk." he states with a slight pout.

"Yeah, and maybe a new haircut."

He laughs and nods pulling me in once more as Andy came in. Vic gives me a kiss on the cheek and walked to Andy discussing something; i ignore them and walked to the kitchen grabbing an apple and some dry cereal. For some reason i am nervous as hell. Not because of Andy or Warp or the blonde girl who cornered me in the parking lot but actually what is gonna happen when the feast begin.

The feast is a three day mass at our church, and always i and my sister must attend seeing we are the preacher's daughter, this is the 'virgin ceremony' you can say where we; meaning i and my sister have to lead kids like us into heaven, its in three months, and i am freaking out already, and i am freaking out about how to tell my parents that i am kinda dropping out of college.

"See you downstairs!" Vic yells snapping me out of my nerve daze.

"Uh? Oh yeah.." i nod.

Andy came around the kitchen counter with a heavy breath; his skinny black jeans shitting perfectly as always, his shirt ripped as always, i still don't know why he was waiting for me to get up in a tux? "So i was thinking of coloring my hair." Yes break the tension, seeing you will not win the war. I wonder who is standing in front of me now? Andy Biersack or his alter ego.

"I think red will suit you." he says with a soft smile. Biersack.

"I thought so to, and maybe cut the length to my neck?"

"Not to much, i like your hair."

"Are we still mad?" i ask biting my lower lip.

"I have a lot of emotions now Gracen, one including frustration for not able to touch you." Andy says softly cocking his head to one side.

"You can touch me now?" The lust in both our eyes are magnifying as we step to one another, i have missed him so much, his touch, his kiss, his p- Andy pushed me to the counter lifting me up, his mouth crashes on mine as his tongue wants entrance and i so gracefully open my lips so he can devour me. the top of his teeth saw across my bottom of my lip as he lifts up my skirt pulling of my panties. "I love you." i moan.

Andrew's finger slides in to me throbbing into me again and again, next was the second finger and than the third,i thrust my hips forward. for some friction wanting more and more, but the fourth finger send me down in a spiral. "Andrew." i plead.

"Hold still." he whispers as my orgasm melts away as he hold his finger stills. "Frustrating isn't?" Come freaking on!!!!!

"Don't do this to me now Andrew, i told you i was sorry." i groan trying to move my hips. He quickly stills my whole body with one hand.

"Did you cheat on me?"

"No, god no. i would never cheat on you, i love you to much to do that." My voice shaken, my insides cold wanting to be warm. "Please."

Andrew slides his fingers out zipping down he push me into him letting my head fall backwards. This was the pain i felt,the pain of him being in me, with me again. The throbbing quickens as he rips the band from my hair letting it fall down my face like a curtain, he twirl my roots around his palm yanking it again and again as he throbs into me. "God i missed you." He purrs in my ear.

Our orgasms build and we exposed around each other screaming each other's names, he slowly pulled out of me. "I know they say no one is perfect, but you are perfect for me." i whisper trialing my finger down his jaw line. A single tear escaping my eye.

"Before you leave with Vic," he mummers helping me down from the counter, "i wrote a song for you a week ago when i left and my two friends recorded it seeing i could not record it myself, so listen to it okay after i leave."

i nod instantly. His palms on my cheeks as his fingers are in my hair holding me still, "I love you Gracen. don't ever do that again okay, next time i won't be so forgiving."

"I promise. i love you too." He kiss me one last time and walked away.

i slowly walked to the room seeing the silver CD on leaning on the photograph of out group.i grab it and place it in the laptop that was under my pillow.

i cross my legs taking pressing play.


"I pack my bags and say goodbye to my wife for what seems like the millionth time.
They said it gets easier, but they lied. She looks at me and says, "Really, baby, I will be just fine," But then she looks away so I don't have to see her cry. And that is when I ask myself

How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home?
She needs me, but I know they need me too. So, God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.

Really, I'm so thankful for the people I meet, the places I've been and the things I've seen, but when she's not here it doesn't feel like I'm living my dream. I know they say that no one is perfect, but I swear she's perfect for me and that makes it so much harder to leave.

How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home?

She needs me, but I know they need me too. So, God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do.

If you miss me, I'm just a phone call away. Please be strong, be strong for me. I need you to show me how to change the inside of me. For my heart, for their sake. Be strong, be strong for me!

How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone, so alone?

How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be when I feel so alone, 'cause I left my heart at home?

She needs me, but I know they need me too. So, God, give me the strength to do what you created me to do."

There i broke into a thousand pieces... Tears streaming down my face like Niagara falls.

"I would die if i lose you Andy."

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