That Was on Purpose ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Tessa's POV--

I was slow to return home. Andy and I made plans to meet up again and talk a little more, and I said I would move back in when I was ready. I parked Ash's car in the driveway and tiptoed inside, hoping he wouldn't notice I was gone. However, as I opened the door, my hopes were let down. There sat Ashley, sitting on a chair in front of the door. I froze. "So," he said cooly, looking down at his nails. "Where'd you go?" My mind spun a little as I tried to come up with a lie. "Just...fresh air." I said tensely. He stood up and walked towards me. "Listen, Tessa, you may think he's gotten better, you might even think you forgive him, but he is still Andy. Things like that don't just...happen!" He said, his voice and temper rising. "And you need to stay away from him until we can get this figured out." He looked me in the eye while I stared down at ny feet. I nodded once. He sighed.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently.

"Yeah." I mumbled, bringing my eyes up to meet his.

Suddenly, he pulled me into a hug. My eyes shot open in suprise, my I quickly relaxed and awkwardly placed my arms around his back. It was the kind of hug you'd give to someone you hadn't seen in a while; it was tight and protecting, his head atop mine. It was similar to Andy's hugs. "Go get some sleep." He whispered, pulling away. I nodded and headed to the guest room, my mind full.

--Andy's POV--

After Tessa left, the silence came again. It was unbearable. It was dark. The only noise was the slight ringing of my ears. It hurt my head to think, and in that moment, I just felt so alone.

People always tell you that you're not alone. That, somewhere, out there, someone feels just like you do. But the thing is, being alone is much more physical than people think. Humans crave touch; the bumping of arms with someone they love or someone's hand sliding across their cheek in a caress. We don't realize how much we love to touch and feel and talk and hear things, not just be told, "Someone in China is feeling the same way you do." And as you get older, touch is the only comforting thing. Sound is touch, you want to hear someone telling you they understand, not just a message over a glowing screen of, "Same." You want, you crave, to participate your senses. That's the kind of lonely I was.

And that could only be satisfied by Tessa. I sat down in the dark living room and turned on the TV, trying to distract myself. It worked for a bit. I rewatched some episodes of Walking Dead, and I forgot all about the trouble I was in. But that was over, and there was nothing left to distract me so my mind wandered back to Tessa. I wanted to drink, to forget about everything and just fall asleep on the couch and wake up with such a bad headache I couldn't think if I tried. But I wanted to get better, and I wanted to think and plan and try to help myself get back to Tessa.

--Tessa's POV--

I fell asleep easily, despite the thoughts and worried that riddled my mind. I had a dream-- I barely remembered what it was, but I could piece together bits.

Andy and I were together, in the garden of our house, and Colin and Michael were there playing in the sandbox while Andy and I sat on the porch. It was sunny, and everyone was happy. Suddenly, the sky turned dark grey and fluffy black rainclouds rolled in from nowhere. A feeling of panic rushed over me. Andy got up to go get Colin out if the rain and Michael ran inside, when suddenly lightening flashed in the air. I ran towards Andy, who was still trying to pick Michael up from the ground. As I ran, I noted the absolute terrified feeling coursing through me. Suddenly, lightening flashed and I felt horrible pain, like burning your fingertips on the stove but all over my body. Andy just ran past me with Colin, like I wasn't there.

My eyes shot open. I was soaked with sweat, and I noticed I was crying. I rubbed the tears away and my mind began to process; it was just a dream, Tessa. Not real, just a dream. I rolled over onto my other side and pushed the dream away, closing my eyes again.

This time, it was Ashley and I. I was sitting on his couch and he was in front of me, screaming at me. I didn't know what he was saying, it sounded like I was underwater. He shouted and shouted and shouted, but my vision was blurry. I looked down at my hands to see bruises everywhere, my body looked purple. I was scared, I began to feel...scared. Of him. I began to shake and I felt sick to my stomach, and panic and fear and terror washed through me. Ashley swung at me and hit my arm, and I fell off the couch I think.

My eyes shot open. I instinctively looked down at my arms to see if all that was real, but there were no bruises. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Tears danced in my eyes and I tossed over onto my back, thinking. Bad dreams. That's all they were. I closed my eyes again, and sleep came soon.

I was in a crowd of people on a busy street, perhaps New York. Tall buildings and honking cars surrounded me. I was walking along like everyone else, bumping into people. However, as I continued to walk, people who bumped into me began to do so with particular malice. I was knocked off the curb a few times, and brought down to my hands on others. It got to the point where anyone who walked near me would slam me down to the pavement below and I'd be trampled a few times before I could finally get up. Feeling sore and tired, I tried to get out of thr crowd and into the alleyway. But just as I was about to get into the alleyway, the entire crowd flushed towards me and began to hit me. Kick me. Throeing swing after swing; an entire New York city street focused on my demise. As I looked into the faces of the people hitting me, trying to push them away, I saw who they were. Ashley. Andy. CC. Jinnx. Jake. Michael. My dad. Jake. Colin. My brother. Fear. I felt fear.

"Tessa!" A voice said quickly.

My eyes shot open, to see Ashley, kneeling on the bed shaking me awake. "Tessa!" He said again. I jumped away in surprise and fright, accidently letting out a small yelp. Ashely didn't move, he just watched me. My breath was heavy, my heart beating out of my chest. "I--" I stuttered, but suddenly I couldn't control my tears. I sunk down and began to cry softly. "Tessa?" Ashley questioned,moving towards me. I flinched away. "Please," I yelped out. He winded back in surprise.

--Ashley's POV--

"Tessa?" I asked, moving towards her in an attempt to cradle her shaking figure. "Please," she yelped as if I was going to do her harm in some way. I winded back, thinking I may have hurt her somehow. She was shaking like an injured dog. I came to her room when I heard her whimpering in her sleep, and I thought maybe she'd had a bad dream. "Tessa," I said, beginning to move towards her. "Tessa, tell me what's wrong, tell me how to help!" I said. It was unbearable to see Tessa so broken down. I saw now, what she was without Andy. She was fear. She was afraid. Andy was her bravery, he gave her confidence and strength and without him, she had nothing but fear. I reached out and touched her leg lightly, but she moved away quickly.

"Andy," she cried pleadingly.

"I want Andy."

Notes

Hey! Finally updated!!