Chris' P.O.V

"We'll be waiting for you, Andrew" I said.
"I promise I'll be there dad" he said.
"I missed you so much" Amy said as she hugged him.
"I missed you too, mom"
I barely get to see my son...he's busy with his career and stuff, but now that he's home I'll be able to spend time with him for at least three days since they have to move to the next city, it's really late and Amy and I have to get back home.
"See you tomorrow, Andy" I said as I hugged my son.
Amy hugged him one last time and we made our way out the venue.
"I wish he wasn't always so busy" my wife said.
"It's his work, my love"
"I know, but I just miss to see him at home, you know...goofing around and stuff"
I chuckled, "He's grown and following his dream, Amy...you always knew one day he'll leave home"
She sighed, "I know"
I opened the passenger door for my wife, she smiled as she got in...I closed it, walked around and got in the driver's seat, we both fasten our belts and we made our way home.
The road looked absolutely peaceful, there were no cars since it's about to be midnight and half of the people is already sleeping or staying up late watching movies, etc.
Honestly, I felt I was falling asleep but then I heard Amy gasped, I turned to look at her and what she said next, made me realize there was something going on.
"Stop the car"
I obeyed, since I have no idea of what she saw or what she forgot back at the venue.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I asked.
"T-There's a c-corpse back there"
I looked at her, "What?"
"There's a corpse back there!"
Now, I was freaking out...Ohio is so peaceful that it's not usual to find homicides and stuff.
"Call 9-1-1" I said as I got out the car and walked towards the corpse.
It seemed it was a girl...I got on my knees and got the hair out of her face, she was facing the ground so I turned her around, being careful since I didn't know what to do in this kind of situation. There was a lot of blood, she was beat up, there were a lot of bruises, she looked horrible and she is a BVB fan...how she got here? What she's doing here? She was carrying a VIP pass but I didn't saw her backstage, I would had remember her, this means she never got to the concert.
I started to look for a pulse, hoping she'll be alive because the blood just like the bruises were fresh...I found it, she is alive and on critical condition, just on time the ambulance and police were here. They took her as a police officer approached me, I told him everything...in which position I found the girl, that I don't know her name, that she's not carrying no I.D, etc.
I walked back towards the car and told Amy we should follow, even though we don't know anything about this girl, she's part of the BVB Army and I know Andy will like to know what's going on.
We got to the hospital and we followed, I decided to call Andy on the way but he didn't answer. I know he's tired, it's been a long night and he needs to rest but he needs to know this, he really needs to come over.

10:30 A.M

Andy finally answered my texts and he was on his way, the doctor that took the girl haven't come back yet so we're kind of worried because we have no idea if she'll make it or not, we don't even know how old she is, we don't know anything.
"What if she doesn't makes it?" Amy asked.
"I'm sure she will, honey, I know she will"
"What she was doing in the middle of nowhere, Chris?"
"We'll ask her those questions when she wakes up, my love" I said as I hugged her.
"What's going on? Are you okay? I was worried sick!" Andy said as he joined the hug.
"Thanks God, you're here" Amy said.
"What's going on?"
"It's a long story" I said.
"Tell me"
We told him everything, he couldn't believe it and at the same time I knew he was in pain, none of this was easy for us.

AN HOUR LATER

The guys decided to join us, we were all patiently waiting for the doctor to show up, until he finally did...I walked towards him and asked him for the girl we came with, he told me she was suffering memory loss, but that she was going to be okay.
"Memory loss?" I asked.
"To this point, anything can be possible...but she's okay"
"Can we see her?"
He nodded.
I walked back towards the group and Andy and I were going in first, of course we don't know what we'll say to a girl with memory loss but we need to know if she's okay.
Andy was the first one to get in the room and I went after him...
"Dad, I know this girl" he said.
"You do?"
He nodded, "We talk a lot. I follow her, almost on everything...she's just amazing, her name is Jasmine but I call her Jazz"
"Andy and Chris Biersack?" she asked as she looked up at us.
"Hey Jazz" Andy said as he walked towards her.
"Hey"
"How you're feeling?"
"What happened?" she asked.
"That's what we wanted to ask you" I said.
"I don't remember anything, the last thing I remember was that I was making my way to your concert...by the way, where's my car?"
"Car?" I asked. "When we found you, there were no cars close"
"Jazz, I need you to remember everything...otherwise, I won't be able to help you" Andy said.
"I'm telling you I don't remember!"
"Sweetheart, how old are you?"
"17" Jasmine and Andy answered in unison.
"You're underage" I said.
She nodded.
"Who do you live with?"
"My aunt, Carrie"
"Did she knew you were on your way to the concert?"
She nodded.
"Who else lives with you?"
"Just her"
"Is there anyone who'll want to hurt you?"
"Dad..."
"Andy, leave this to me"
"But--"
"Andrew"
He sighed as he didn't say another word.
"Yes" Jasmine said.
"Who?"
"My step-father"
"Who has your custody?" I asked.
"Him"
"What about your mother?"
"She died a few years ago"
"Why you're living with your aunt?"
"I ran away"
"Why?"
"Dad, enough" Andy said.
"Andrew, shut up" I said.
"He used to beat me up"
"Him and who else?" I asked.
"His son"
"Why?"
"I never knew"
"Have they been following you?"
She nodded, "And they know where my aunt lives"
"Sweetheart, you're in danger because I'm sure those bastards did this to you" I said.
I know the police is going to come over and ask the same questions but the fact that she doesn't remembers anything might be a problem. I'm sure her step-dad did this to her and that bastard should be rotting in hell by now along with his son.

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