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Can't save me now

Tattoos and memories...

I groan climbing off the couch, shit I fell asleep here last night didnt I? Fucking hell... My dogs swarm around my feet and suddenly remember today is friday. They get to come to work with me... fucking flowers. I scramble up the stairs, stripping as I do so and then I fly into my room. I change into: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=83498795 Its already 7, oh shit I have an appointment at 7:30... Why people want to be tattooed so damn earily I will never understand. I grab the leashes clipping them on to my dogs' collars before rushing out the front door. They litterally pull me to the shop and I burst through the back door, letting them off before running to unlock the front door. Its 7:20... fuck I hate you time... Literally seconds later 5 dark men walk through the door and my breath catches in my throat... fucking hell. I want nothing to do with MR. 'I'm Andy Biersack' 'I'm a rock star' 'Blah blah blah."
"This place is cool..." Jake breathes, he's still a little roughed up from last night, but obviously doing better. I walk out my dogs following, god stupid military training. Yes I have military trained mutts. Shut up its cool.
"So who am I tattooing?" I ask walking out both Andy and Ashley step forward. I see something flicker in Andy's eyes, Loneliness? Regret? What ever it is he deserves it...
"I need a couple cover ups and Ash needs his OUTLAW tattoo touched up." Andy says, shyly. I nod in understanding before starting on Ash. May I just say that man is hot as fucking hell...
"Sweetheart you seem down? What's wrong?" He asks after I've finished. I shrug but he grabs my arm gently.
"Fine... Its Andy. I knew him when we were younger. I was the first drummer for this band, he betrayed me. So I ran. I have my own band now and have put the past behind me." I say quietly and his eyes grow, before he pulls me into a hug.
"Peirce?? God.. Andy always talks about you. He hopes every tour he'll find you." He whispers in my ear and I growl lowly.
"That bastard. Now excuse me, I have to go fix his mistakes once again..." I grumble and Ash looks at me kinda shocked but whatever. Jinxx and CC are totally inthralled with my dogs.
"Sehr!" I yell, yes my dogs are trained in german. Special right? Immediately all 4 are seated next to me and I have a confident smirk growing on my lips.
"Holy fuck... they speak german?" Jinxx breathes and I nod before motioning for Andy to follow me. I guide him to the studio and he shuffles nervously by the door.
"Well come on Biersack, what covers do you need?" I say grabbing paper. He sighs before sitting down in one of the chairs.
"All the ones that have to do with Juliet... she cheated on me." He says and I couldn't help but scoff. Player got whats coming.
"Seems it took karma long enough to get to you." I smirk as his face drops. Little Johny Asshole thinks and get away with treating me like shit... huh? Well fuck to the no.
"Peirce look at me!! I'm so fucking sorry... I regret that decision everyday. I always look for you at my concerts or whatever... Peirce I need you to forgive me." I look up from what I was drawing and lock my eyes on his, which are now glassy with tears. He thinks I can forgive him? Ya well no... I can't he fucking ruined my life. He told the whole school that I cut, was anorexic, was raped, and was forced to be a stripper by my parents. I cant forgive that cunt.
"Andrew I will never be able to forgive you... Ever. I'm sorry but I just can't. I ran for a reason. The friends I have now would never betray me." I growl and at point he burst into tears. This has to have been eating him alive. Well good... Right? I finish the drawings and place them infront of him. A dragon over her lyrics and the dragonfly, a feather over her nickname, and her over her acutal name is a batman mask. He cant even say anything he just nods. After I finish all them its been about 5 hours.
"Andrew tell me why you're sorry." I say after sitting next to him for a minute or 2. He looks so desparete.
"I-I... I didn't mean too... is was either spill on you or-or... Jon would rape me... I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He burst out crying again and actually feel sorry for the poor bastard.
"Wait did you say Jon as in your tour manager?" I ask and he looks at me eyes wide with fear before nodding. Fucking hell. I'm gonna kill the bastard. Ruin my life and now his... Fucking buffilo... he's gonna need a shovel to dig his grave.

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12/23/13
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