That Was on Purpose ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Tessa's POV--

Michael and I had just finished breakfast and were on our way home, feeling no better than yesterday but a little more refreshed. "Have you seen dad yet?" Michael asked as I turned the corner out of the lot. I shook my head. I was mad at Andy for dissapearing like that, but it wasn't out of character for him. Michael sighed. "Don't worry about him, hun...He's just sad..." I said, but I knew it wasn't true. To be honest, I was a little afraid to see what he'd been up to. He has a fucked up way of dealing with things, and I couldn't help but remember our earlier days together. I pushed away the thoughts. I trust Andy, and he's better now. He promised me.

I pulled into the driveway, feeling the need to cry again. I had to be strong. I fakely smiled at Michael and ruffled his hair. "You'll be okay." I said. "I promise." He smiled back, but I had no doubt it was just as fake as mine. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open, jumping in surprise. The furniture was in disarray; nothing too serious, but there were a few flipped chairs and our table was lying on it's side. "Woah..." Michael said to himself. I paused, one foot inside the house but the other hesitantly staying outside. Michael went to walk inside, but I held him back. "Wait." I said. "Wait out here for a minute."

--Michael's POV--

"Wait out here for a minute." Mom said, sounding genuinely afraid. "Okay." I said calmly. She stepped inside shakily, checking each corner carefully. "Andy? Are you home?" She called out shakily. I didn't here a response. She disappeared behind the corner, but I heard her walking around. "Andy?" I heard her say quietly. My heart skipped a beat, anxiety filling me. What was going on? I wanted to go inside, but I didn't. I know I shouldn't disobey her. I heard a few more hushed whispers, and then a loud slam followed by my mother's scream. "Michael! Go upstairs!" She shouted. "Okay!" I called, frantically running up to my room. What was going on?! I need to go help! I slammed my door behind me and flipped the lock. I heard a shout from downstairs, but it sounded like my father's. I panted and grabbed my comic books, needing somewhere to retreat. Tears flocked to my eyes.

--Tessa's POV--

Andy's hunched figure slammed me against the wall roughly, making me jump. "Michael!" I screamed, "Go upstairs!" He left his face inches from mine, and I could smell the beer on his breath. He threw me down against the floor. I landed on my forearm, shakily looking up at him as he paced the room, smashing vases. "Andy!" I said quietly. "You're scaring Michael!" That didn't help. He shot his glare down towards me.

I flinched at the color of his eyes.

They were a deep, navy blue. Almost black. I inhaled shakily.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. I struggled in his grip, but to my surprise he brought his hand up and struck me. I quickly looked into his eyes, an expression of hurt and fear taking over my face. Did he really just do that? Did he really just do all of that? Did he ever love me at all? He stared into my eyes, his grip on my wrist tightening. "You let it happen..." He mumbled quietly. I jerked my wrist around in his fist, but he didn't give way. Tears and gasps of angst filled me. "It's your fault!" He shouted. I struggled more, pushing at him all I could. "You fucking bitch!" He shouted, beginning to hit and kick me. "Andy!" I shouted, trying to fight back. I heard tiny footsteps and looked over for a minute to see Michael, standing amongst broken glass with the most shocked, pained expression on his face.

--Michael's POV--

It finally got too much. I ran downstairs and into the living room and gasped. My father threw fist after fist upon my mother, who was standing in shattered glass from our vase. She was red faced and crying and looking pained. "Mom? Dad?" I asked. She looked over at. me and then up at him with broken eyes. "Andy..." She whispered hoarsely to him. My father looked over at me and he seemed to change somehow--I'm not sure how. I think it was his eyes. He let go of my mother's wrist and looked back at her, backing away from the both of us slowly. "Fuck..." I heard him whisper. "Michael, come on. Let's go out to the park for a bit." My mother said, trying to sniffle away her tears as she smiled fakely at me. "Mom." I said, moving away when she tried to hug me. "I'm fine, hun. Let's go." I shook my head. My father ran past us and upstairs, and I heard the bathroom door lock. "What was that? What's going on?!" I asked loudly. "Nothing, nothing." She said with a smile. "We were just getting some anger out." She convinced. "No. I want to know what's going on." She sighed, wiping her nose. "I'll tell you in the morning let's just...let's get out of here."

Notes

Hey, this is gonna be a longer author's note.

So, this is about the comments. I am so greatful for the love and support I get for this story, I really do appreciate it. But it's honestly been getting on my nerves lately the comments that just say, 'UPDATE.' I don't mean to be ungrateful and I am so so sorry for having to say this, I love you all so much, but it really upsets me because they really don't give me any encouragement or feedback on my story. I understand it means that you all love my story and want to know what happens, but it's very discouraging because I want to hear all of your lovely opinions and not just 'UPDATE!' You can still add that in, but maybe just...add something you liked about the chapter or something you want to know, or even just a bunch of capital letters to show you're excited. Thank you, I love you all so so much!