Before The Angels Fell

Rileys POV

Everything was fine. Everything was more than fine, it was amazing, but of course, my happiness never lasts long.
I was home for the day. Catching up on housework mostly, but binge watching Gossip Girl at the same time.
Andy was out running errands.
It was nice to have the house to myself. It was different to being in an apartment. So much more space.
As I took a break from Gossip Girl to get a snack, I heard my phone beep.
I grabbed my phone off the couch and was confused.
It was a picture message.
I clicked the picture open and it was a photo of Andy... and some blonde chick...
They looked like they were outside of a hotel building... she looked to be clutching onto Andy...
What the fuck...?
Who was sending me this shit?
I contemplated asking Andy about the photo, but she could have been with any of the band members... Andy was just looking after her? Or maybe she was a fan...? Or she was lost and needed a place to stay? Maybe she was a family member of Asking Alexandria?
Now I felt like I was making excuses.
This couldn't be happening... Andy wouldn't cheat on me! It's me! He loves me! Right?
I'm his everything.
We've moved in together and everything... I thought he wanted to commit.
My mind was spiraling with questions and thoughts. Always jumping to the worst case scenario. I decided to just resume watching Gossip Girl to get my mind off it and wait till Andy came home to ask him about it.

Hours went by, my impatience grew, but finally Andy returned home just after 10 pm.
"Where have you been?" I tried to ask casually when he joined me on the couch.
"Hmm, here and there. Went to the studio with Ashley to work on some stuff" he said easily.
"Sounds fun" I said flatly.
"What did you do all day?"
"Caught up on Gossip Girl and did some housework. Nothing special... I actually got a weird message..."
"From who?" Andy asked confused.
"It was anonymous, but I'll show you."
I grabbed my phone and flicked though it to find the picture. I handed it to Andy and I intently watched his face.
Shame and confusion crossed Andy's expression.
"Who sent you this?" He asked again with worry.
"I don't know. I would like you to explain it" I said bluntly.
"Riley..." He looked down at his hands, his eyes telling me everything.
"I knew it! I didn't want it to be true, but it is. Isn't it? Oh my God, I'm such an idiot!" I ranted.
"Riley please. I was really, really drunk. I had no idea what I was doing! And other times someone stopped me! Oh shit..."
"What?!" I said shooting up from the couch.
Andy stayed silent.
"This has almost happened before?! How often do you go out drinking?! Can't you control yourself?! Do you try and hump everything with a vagina and boobs?!"
"Hey! I don't! I know what I'm doing!"
"So you know your fucking someone else? You know that it's not me? Does this relationship mean anything to you?" I said pacing the length of the living room.
"Riley, I love you. Nothing will change that!"
"Do you?! This isn't the first time I've questioned your feelings for me. It's like you want me to feel insecure!"
"Why do you feel insecure?"
"Because I apparently have a reason! GOD! Your fucking cheating on me every chance you get!"
"I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU! I promise you, that was the only time anything happened. It will never happen again, I swear."
At this point, tears had spilled over my face and my worst nightmare was coming true. Andy didn't love me, which meant Ashley was right.
"Who else knows about this?" I said wiping the tears off my cheeks.
"No one. I swear. Everyone was just as drunk as me" he said putting his hands on my shoulders.
"Can you do me a favour?"
"Anything Jamie, anything. I want to make this right" he said giving me his best puppy eyes.
"Don't tell anyone about this... and if you ever do, I don't know. I just wanna pretend this didn't happen..." I said pushing his hands off me.
"Can I ask why?" he said a little confused.
"Cause I don't wanna be judged. If you say you love me, then I hope you mean it."
"Riley, no one would judge you" he said trying to hug me. "I love you so much. I have no idea what I would do without you. I'm sorry to put you through this. My drunken antics get out of control. I never wanted this to happen."
I pushed him off again. "Just leave me alone for a little bit. I'm gonna sleep in the other bedroom tonight" I said starting to head to the stairs.
"Riley... Please stay with me. I need you. I want to sort this out" he said hanging his head.
"I just wanna be on my own. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I tried not to look at his eyes, cause I knew they would make me cave.
I made my way up the stairs, when I heard Andy follow me.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just... I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Can you... Can you just give me some time? I need to figure my life out" I tried saying without crying. The tears started to form again, so I quickly ran up the rest of the staircase and into the guest bedroom, locking the door behind me.

I cried myself to sleep last night. It was like all of my worst thoughts were reality. I questioned if I should stay. Maybe this was the wake up call Andy needed. To show him that he did love me and wanted to make it work.
I had no idea. The whole thing made me sick.
It was no use sitting in this dark room with just my thoughts. I decided to head into work for the day and make sure everything was in order. Might as well make myself useful.

Being a Monday, The Roof was closed today, which was perfect, cause Andy would never think to look for me here. It was the perfect sanctuary.
I unlocked the back door and walked through to my office. Everything looked tidy.
I went into the main bar to pour myself a whiskey and coke, but I couldn't find any whiskey.
"What the fucking fuck?" I said to myself.
I looked in storage and nothing. "Of course there's no whiskey when I want it!" Anger coming through for no real reason.
I sighed and went into the fridge and grabbed an apple cider. I would have to order some whiskey to come in today.
I went back into the office, taking my drink with me and opened the top draw to find my stash of cigarettes. I quickly pulled one out, wedged it between my lips, took the lighter that sat on my desk and released the toxins.
Heaven.

After what felt like a long day at the office, I thought to head home. Being depressed andsurrounded by alcohol is one of the worst combinations.
Andy had already called me a few times and was getting more constant as it approached late evening. At least he cared.
I left The Roof in a cleaner state and with a full fridge. Didn't mean I felt any better.
I sighed as I locked up and got into my car. What would I be going home to?

Andys POV

"Answer your God damned phone!" I yelled when I got her voicemail again.
I knew she was on the other end, she was just ignoring me, but I was worried. Very worried...
It was nearly 9 and I hadn't heard from her all day!
I called her for the twenty fourth time and it only took 5 rings for her to answer.
"Oh my God! I was starting to think you were dead!" I said in relief.
"I'm driving home now. Give me ten."
"Are you kidding me?! You had me worried sick! You didn't tell me where you were! I thought you might have overdosed again..."
"I'm depressed, but not that depressed. I'm a better person than that."
"I know... I just..."
"You just... What? What Andy!? I'm an anxiety freak who will want to kill myself when disaster strikes? Do you know me at all?! Have I freaked out any other time? You tell me. Actually, you know what? I'm gonna go to Kimber's and crash. I don't need this."
"No! Come home!"
"NO. I don't want to deal wi- OHHH FUUUCCCCK!"
I heard a loud screech and shattering glass before the line went dead.

Notes

Lets move this story along...
Please comment guys! I stayed up till 4 am writing this!
-Tina xx