Before The Angels Fell

Andys POV

"Oh my God! Oh Ashley! Oh my God, don't stop! I'm almost there!" The woman screamed.
Why did I stay at Ashley's?
I tried to roll over and wrap the pillow around my head, but she continued to shriek. I sat up in bed and groaned as another loud moan escaped the young woman's lips.
"For fuck sake! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled through the wall.
There was silence for the next few moments, so I slid back down into bed to try and sleep for a little bit longer.
I could just feel myself drifting off again when there was a knock at my door.
"Fuck off Ashley!" I said as I covered myself in the blankets, knowing he was going to barge in anyways.
"Come on Andy, lighten up. You knew this would happen when she came home with me" he said coming towards my bed.
"I didn't know she was trying to wake up the whole neighbourhood" I snapped.
"Nahh, she's just trying to please me" he said smugly.
"You're such a fucking whore" I said throwing the covers off of myself in frustration and grabbing my cigarettes.
"I try" Ashley said as he followed me out to the balcony.
I just rolled my eyes at him as I lit up.
"Why didn't you bring the hot brunette home?"
I took the cigarette away from my lips to blow out the smoke before speaking.
"I don't know. Didn't feel right. I can't just sleep with girls like you. Ever since Scout I have trouble trusting people" I said running my fingers through my long black hair.
"I get it. You loved her, but Andy, you guys broke up nearly a year ago. It's time to get over it. Just focus on the tour. We'll be leaving in a few days, we won't be back in LA till June, then we go and do the UK. While on tour, just have some meaningless sex, then you never have to see them again" he said smiling proudly at his solution.
"Is that what you're doing to get over Kina? You've been broken up for what? Two months? And you've already banged half of LA?"
"I have not! Probably a third... Need a new city..." He mused.
"Ashley, are you coming back to bed?" The blonde haired woman asked, seductively from the doorway.
"When you can't have one, you have them all" Ashley commented to me before going back inside.
I rolled my eyes at him as I took a drag.
My life had been so empty for such a long time. I was thankful for having fans by my side. Set The World On Fire just came out and was getting amazing reviews.
I was hoping this tour would change things...

Rileys POV

Have you ever seen a dead body?
Not on TV or in movies, but in real life?
I have.
It's this gut wrenching feeling of being stabbed in the heart.

It was late, I worked at a strip club. The shame I faced for the years I worked there, but it paid well and it didn't get in the way of my college work.
Tonight was my last shift ever. I never had to go back because I finally quit. It was such a peaceful feeling knowing I could now go get a job that wasn't demeaning. To finally move on with my life.
Me and my father lived in the scums of Las Vegas. A tiny flat that only served as a place to sleep and keep my stuff. My dad however never left the couch.
He drowned his sorrows in alcohol when my mother was murdered. It has been a steady decline over the last eight years.
As got out of my crappy old Toyota Corolla, I quickly made my way up the stairs to the third floor, my keys jingling in my hand.
I felt like celebrating, hopefully my dad would be... semi drunk... so he may understand my joy.
I opened the door and looked towards the couch, but it was vacant.
"Dad?" I called.
No answer.
I walked across the tiny living room to the kitchen doorway.
I gasped at the sight that was in front of me.
"Oh my God!" I cried, covering my mouth with my hands.
I felt hot tears spring to my eyes as I leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor.
Sobs shook my body as I tried to understand.
My dad, dead on the kitchen floor. Gun beside his right hand and the false bottom draw open. Suicide.
Blood had dried around his head and pooled onto the floor.
His face looked so sad, but hollow at the same time.
All I wanted to do was cry and scream, but I couldn't. Not here.
There was nothing I could do. He killed himself.
I sat against the wall, making myself as small as possible. My body still shaking from the sobs.
I tired to steady my breathing as I pulled out my phone. I was about to call 911, but what for?
My dad deserve to be dead years ago. There still might be people after us... I couldn't take that risk.
I put my phone back in my bag and got up off the floor and went to make sure the front door was dead bolted.
Taking a deep breath, I went back through the kitchen, passing my dad's limp body and into my bedroom, which only held my bed and small closet. I grabbed all the bags I owned and stuffed all of my clothes and essentials in them. After I cleared my bedroom and bathroom I placed all my bags near the door and took out my purse.
I pulled out my real driver's license and my fake one. My fake one had a different name on it and a different year of birth. That was the person I had to be.
I pulled out everything with my real name and details on it and took them into the kitchen. Being mindful of the body I stepped over to the stove, grabbing a dish cloth and wrapped all my cards in it. I ignited the flame on the stove long enough for the dish cloth to catch alight. I threw it into the sink to stop it burning my myself and opened the window to allow smoke to escape.
I watched as the cloth turned to ash and plastic melted. Once it was unrecognisable I put the fire out and left it.
I exited the kitchen, grabbed my bags and shut the door. I never looked back.

Notes

So that's fairly basic start. Just the foundation. I'm just trying to make sure it ties in with the other stories and it makes sense. Cause if you read chapter 4 of is he for me, it explains her past and I needed it to tie in with that.
If you haven't read them its okay, you'll understand later.
Please give me feedback, I always want to hear from you guys.
-Tina xx