The Metalheads

As I walked home, rain started to fall from the sky. Such convenient weather.

"Great. Rain."

There was just something about our argument that I didn't understand. Why was he willing to work with me at first and now all of a sudden he wants to quit? I knew that he cared about me and wanted to protect me, but he'd known that all along. My curiosity had gotten ahead of me. I wanted to know why the other people on this planet hated us so much.

Was it just a shared hatred between them? Or were they forced to be that way under some cruel dictator? I was desperate for answers, and always had been. I had just recently found the strength and inspiration to look for those answers.

I walked up to the front door of my house, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Brody was gone. My dad must have gotten him out.

I checked everything of value, and thankfully everything was in its place. Relieved, I went upstairs and took off my jacket. I sat down on my bed and grabbed my iPod and headphones. I flipped through my Black Veil Brides playlist, found the song I wanted, and pushed play.

"Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention
Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen
I wished to God I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance
Of looking back and knowing why, our pain of circumstance.
You're not alone. And we'll brave this storm."

As the music played through my ears, tears began to slide down my cheeks, red from the chilly February wind. I sat in silence for a few minutes, letting the song play.

As the song ended, I heard a knock on my window. I knew who it was. Only one person knew how to get up to my window and climb through it. I wiped the tears from my face and opened the window.

"Hey. You okay?"

Ashley asked as he climbed through the window and into my room.

"Oh no. Please don't tell me you've been crying. You know I hate it when you cry." I sniffled in response.

"Katherine don't cry. It'll be ok."

He sat down on my bed next to me and pulled me to him. He rubbed my back softly, and hugged me as tight as he could.

It reminded me of the times we were in prison camp together. I spent the days mourning and planning our escape. He had always been there for me, even when I didn't want him. He was my best friend.

I wiped my face again, getting rid of the fresh tears that had trickled out. Ash looked down at me, and I looked up at him. He got up and started towards the hallway.

"Follow me."

I followed him into the bathroom and he made me stand in front of the mirror.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't reply. Instead, he began to wash off the smeared makeup under my eyes. I wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this, but I let it happen.

"Did Andy say anything after I left?"

He sighed, then nodded. "He felt bad about it. He said that that was one of the worst things he could've ever said to you."

I nodded. "Yeah. What else did he say?"

As he finished cleaning my face, he tossed the rag he had used into the basket where dirty towels went.

"That was it, really. Then he walked out and asked me to take him home."

I stood up, getting an idea. "So he's home now?" Ashley nodded.

I grabbed my jacket from my room and ran downstairs. "Where are you going?" Ashley asked from the top of the stairs.

"To Andy's house. I want to talk to him." I replied as I rushed out the door. "Uh, ok." Ashley ran down the stairs after me.

I folded my arms across my chest as the cold wind began to pick up.

"I hate winter," I mumbled to myself as I neared Andy's doorstep.

As Ashley caught up with me, I took a deep breath and knocked on the Beirsacks' front door. Amy came to the door.

"Hello darling. Are you here to see Andy?" I nodded.

"Yes ma'am. I would like to talk to him if that's ok." She opened the door wider. "Of course, come on in. Just be careful."

We quickly made our way up the stairs and into Andy's room. Now I knew why Amy had told us to be careful. Rage instantly filled the air when we walked in. The far wall looked like it had been punched 100 times.

I spotted Andy on the other side of his bed, sitting with his head in his hands. I tiptoed over to him and sat down in front of him.

"Andy? Are you ok?" I got nothing but a sniffle in response. Then, I heard his breathing get heavier, and he couldn't't hold back his tears anymore.

After a moment of standing in silence with his eyes closed, he opened them and stared at me. The sadness in his icy blue eyes was almost too much for me to handle. I wasn't sure if he would accept my embrace, or try to push me away.

I moved toward him slowly, still unsure of what he would do next. He moved towards me and extended his arms.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of," he said softly. I said nothing and rushed into his extended arms. He held me and squeezed me tightly.

"I'm so sorry."

I could feel the tears beginning to run down his cheeks again.

"Don't cry Andy. I forgive you. Don't worry about it anymore."

He buried his face into my shoulder, like I would do to him. I rested my head on top of his.

"Its ok babe," I whispered to him. He leaned in closer to me and kissed my neck.

I was glad that I was being the shoulder to cry on this time. He needed me more than I needed him right now, and I was glad to be there for him. He lifted his head up, and looked at me with hazy eyes.

"I shouldn't have said those things about Sarah, I'm sorry. I know you're trying to make a difference, but this just seems so impossible. People only accomplish things like this in movies."

I only smirked at him. He sighed. He knew I wasn't going to give up now.

"If this is what your heart is set on doing, then go ahead."

I stood up. "So are you still with us in this or not?"

He sighed, trying to make the right decision.

"Fine, I'll help you. But if something happens to you, then I'll just have to say I told you so." He smirked that smirk that I knew and loved.

I smiled, and soon, the three of us were on our way to find President Black.

Notes

Andy'sPanda38 here! Here's the long lost chapter! Enjoy!! <3