I Was So Bitter, Till You Came Along

I was curled up under my blankets on my phone, not necessarily enjoying what I was doing. It was about twelve thirty, and both Andy and Ashley were in bed. I was wide awake. I couldn't sleep. Andy's question kept floating around in my head, and it terrified me.

I hadn't said yes or no. I asked him if I could think about it; and truthfully? I didn't want to have to answer his question any time soon. If ever. I was scared. Scared I'd say the wrong thing. Scared that if I said yes, I'd chicken out and break up with him. I liked him, yes. But I didn't know anything about relationships. What's appropriate in public? Would we tell his fans immediately? Or would we wait. What would I say to John? Sammy? How would they react if I did tell them?

But most importantly: how would the fans react?

There's the potential possibility of them loving me - then the possibility that they'd all hate my guts because I'd be dating Andy friggin' Biersack. I'd get hate mail and messages on my social media. I'd get nasty images of me made by crazed fans. Did I want to take that risk? Was I ready?

Honestly; I had no idea.

A noise in the hall made me turn my phone off and throw the blanket off of me. I sat up, listening carefully. There it was again. I heard it better. It was the creak of the floorboards.

I sighed. Maybe it was just Andy or Ashley getting up for a drink of water or a midnight snack. I lied back down, pulling my blanket closer around me, and I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep.

But another sound made me open my eyes frantically. My door had been pushed open. I shut my eyes again, making it look like I was asleep as whoever it was approached me. I felt a hand on my calf, and slowly it traveled up my leg to my upper thigh, and I tried to stay still. But that's hard to do when you're terrified.

The hand reached my hip, the other grabbing the blanket and pulling it off of me. I froze, and then all of a sudden there was a hand over my mouth. I opened my eyes in terror as I tried to get the hand off my face, but this person was strong.

"If you make any noise I will kill you." My breathing was rapid. I knew who it was. His voice was familiar. It was Sammy.

I kicked him in his crotch, making him fall, and his hand fall from my face. I bolted up and towards Ashley's room, shaking him awake when I reached his bedside.

"What? What do you want?" He asked tiredly. I switched on his bedside lamp, looking over at the door. My heart raced as my eyes landed on him, and Ashley sat up, pulling me against him in protection.

"W-What do you want?" I asked as he approached.

"I want you, Casey. Have for a while now. Turns out you weren't so easy to get," Sammy said. He flashed a malicious smile, and I backed away. I didn't know what to say. I was utterly terrified.

Ashley stood, towering over the seventeen year old.

"Get the fuck out of my house," he growled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. I took that as a chance to escape, and I scurried to Andy's room, waking him up as soon as I flicked the light on. I didn't say anything to him. Instead, I pulled him out of bed and down the hall and stairs, disregarding all of his confused questions.

"We have to leave. He's here," I said, running a shaking hand through my messy hair.

"Why? Who is here, Casey!?" Andy asked loudly. I just picked up the phone and handed it to Andy.

"Dial 911. Quickly," I said, and I bolted back up the stairs, all the way back to Ashley's room. They were wrestling each other, and it appeared that Ashley was winning.

"Ash. Let him go," I told him, my voice small. There was no way he'd listen until the cops showed up. But to my surprise, Ashley threw him down on the floor and ran towards me, grabbing my arm and pulling me along with him, back down the stairs where Andy was.

"They said ten minutes, Casey. What's going on?" Andy asked.

"It's Sammy. He broke in. He said he wanted me," I said. Andy's expression softened, and he pulled me into his arms, hugging me close.

"Come on. Both of you. Let's head outside," Ashley said, and Andy and I let go of each other, and we started towards the door. That is until I felt extreme pain in my left shoulder and a loud noise.

He shot me.

I collapsed to the floor in agonizing pain, Andy stopping to pick me up and carry me outside. I had tears streaming down my face, and all I could feel was pain.

I didn't know where Sammy was, or how long it took for the police to arrive; not even how long it took for them to call an ambulance while Andy was told to put pressure on my shoulder so I wouldn't bleed out.

"Andy! Andy it hurts!" I cried.

"I-I know, baby girl. Just sit tight. You're... you're gonna be alright. Just breathe with me, okay? One, two, three, breathe," Andy said. I did as told, and I breathed with him until the ambulance showed.

I was lifted onto a stretcher, and wheeled onto the ambulance, Andy grabbing hold of my hand and joining me on the ambulance.

"Keep your eyes open, sweetie. Good, just like that. Stay with us," a female doctor was telling me. My vision was blurry, I was in intense pain, and I just wanted it to stop. Oh Lord, please make it stop.

I wasn't able to keep my eyes open for much longer, and when they closed, they stayed closed.

~~

I woke up all alone in a hospital room. The pain wasn't as bad, although it was a dull throb, and it only really hurt if I tried to move it. My shoulder was in a sling, that much I knew.

I wanted my brother... and Andy. Mostly Andy. I wanted to tell him that I really appreciate what he did for me last night.

It seemed my mind had been read, because Andy entered, rushing forward toward me. He grabbed my right hand, and he pressed a kiss against my cheek.

"Thank you so much. My god. Thank you," I whispered as he gave me a gentle hug.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You're gonna be okay," he reassured me. I nodded, and tried for a smile.

"Where's Ashley?" I asked.

"Talking to the police," he told me. I nodded.

"Did they get him?" I asked. Andy smiled and nodded, relieving me of any and all panic.

"You were in surgery for a while. Ashley was afraid you weren't going to make it. Thought you lost too much blood. But I had faith. I knew you didn't lose much... at least enough to harm you," he said. I nodded. Andy pulled up a seat, sitting down and pressing a kiss to my hand.

The both of us were silent, now. I knew he wanted to talk, but I didn't. It's been a week since he asked me to be his girlfriend... since I told him I had to think about it. And boy... have I been thinking about it.

The ticking of the clock on the wall started to slowly drive me insane the longer Andy and I sat there in silence. I turned my head to look at him.

"Andy-"

"I have arrived. You okay, Casey?" Ashley entered the room, walking up to my left, and he leant down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. He bumped my shoulder just slightly, and I hissed in pain.

"Fuck, Ashley. Be careful," I growled, shutting my eyes while the pain dissipated slowly.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, backing up a step. I reopened my eyes, looking up at him.

"What did the police want?" I asked, swallowing thickly.

"They just had some questions about Sammy and what happened. Everything's sorted. You don't have to talk to them," he told me. I nodded.

"Thanks. Can you go get a nurse? The pain is starting to become unbearable," I said. Ashley nodded, and he left. Once the door was shut, I looked over at Andy, who was still holding my hand.

"Andy... I don't know what to say," I said. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his lap, releasing my hand. I sighed. He stood, and he left the room, making me feel like I'd fucked up.

~~

I was released from the hospital a couple days later, with my shoulder wrapped up in clean gauze and a sling. I had to change the gauze every couple hours to make sure I didn't get an infection. An infection would be the last thing I need.

Andy wasn't talking to me, and Ashley had to open my door for me in the car when we got home. A lot of things were going to be difficult while my shoulder healed, and Andy was making it more difficult than it needed to be.

We were home alone, and I needed a shower so I could wash my disgusting hair. But, turns out washing your hair requires two hands.

"Andy," i said, approaching him from behind while he sat on the couch.

"Huh?" He asked.

"I need a shower," I said. He looked at me, and I dragged my right hand through my hair. He stood, looking down at me.

"Okay," he said with a nod, and we walked up the stairs together. He escorted me to our bathroom, locking both doors. He took my sling off, placing it on the counter, and he helped me undress. He undressed as well, and he started the shower, and then he wrapped my shoulder in plastic while the water warmed.

He helped me into the shower, and I stepped under the warm stream, closing my eyes. I felt Andy run his fingers through my hair as it got wet, and I let out a breath. He stepped closer, pressing his body up against my own, and soon I felt him scrubbing my hair and the smell of my shampoo. A small smile spread on my lips as Andy rinsed my hair thoroughly, and once all the shampoo was out, he put some conditioner in my hair. I stepped out of the water, wrapping my right arm around Andy's neck. He wrapped me up in his arms, rocking me back and forth.

"I'm sorry," Andy said. I pulled back.

"For what?" I asked.

"For ignoring you. For being an ass. I'm so sorry," he said. I smiled, and I leant up on my toes, looking into his eyes before closing mine and pressing my lips against his. He squeezed my hips in response, and he kissed me back, pulling me closer against him.

"Casey... Casey," Andy muttered, pushing me back gently. I looked up at him, and I bit my lip.

"I'll be your girlfriend," I said, making Andy raise his eyebrows.

"What? A-Are you serious?" He asked with a small laugh. I laughed with him and nodded.

"Yeah, gorgeous," I responded. Andy smirked and kissed me deeply, pushing me back slightly so I was under the water, and he rinsed my hair out.

We stepped out, and Andy helped me dry off, and he took me to my room, locking my bedroom door.

"Choose an outfit, baby girl," he said, and he left for his room. I walked over to my closet, choosing a t shirt, and I walked over to my dresser, grabbing a clean pair of underwear and a bra, along with a pair of shorts. Andy returned fully clothed, and he helped me dress. After, he sat me on my bed and he dried my hair, kissing me softly while doing so.

He lead me back to the bathroom, and he removed the plastic from my shoulder, and he lifted me up and set me on the counter. He removed the gauze, getting some fresh gauze, and he replaced it before putting my sling back on.

"The doctor told me that I don't need the sling after two weeks," I said. Andy nodded as he secured the sling, and he helped me off the counter.

"I can't believe you're finally mine," Andy said, smile wide on his lips. He kissed me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Andy Biersack is my boyfriend.

Notes

Hey guys!! I accidentally deleted the original contents of this chapter so I had to rewrite it.

On another note, Matthew Gray Gubler is a babe, and I'm obsessed with Criminal Minds.

Love you guys!

Enjoy!! :) <3