Angel from hell

Trevor's P.O.V:
After Andy dropped me off at my house, I ran straight into my house and up to my room. I didn't first look in the living room to make sure my mom was okay, nor did I take a moment to acknowledge anything. I just went straight up to my room and changed into some sweats and laid on my bed.
Andy trusted me, more than anyone... This seemed so unreal. Why did he trust me. Did the coincidences have something to do with it? Like maybe he's right, we were meant to meet each other.
Maybe he's meant to help me, and actually physically save me. Not just have his music "save" me. I was never one of those fans who would say Black Veil Brides or just Andy saved my life. Because, they didn't. They've just put some happiness in me.
But, Andy might be here to actually save me from my dad. I just want to know what the coincidences are about.

Tomorrow was Saturday, thank god. I was so hungry, but it was 1am. I didn't know what I was doing, but I began to text Andy. I had to tell him how I was feeling.

Trevor:"Andy, I don't know if you're awake or not but, I have to talk. I think you're right. We were meant to meet each other. I've never said that your band has saved my life or that you are my hero, but I think you are here to save me from my dad. And now I've lost my best friend, and you're still here. You say you trust me more than anyone else. I was so scared of you when you told me about Macey, but later that day you told me, I couldn't be more comfortable with you. You're the only one I told about my dad, until Athena found out. She didn't even care to help, but you do. Juliet is angry with me. I've always thought you were attractive, yes but who doesn't. But I've never been sexually drawn to you and in love with you. I love you, but as in I care about you. As in a best friend. I'm only sixteen, you're twenty-two. Even if you were single, it would never work out. She has nothing to worry about, and if you don't want to be apart of my life anymore, I understand. I appreciate that you've tried, but you can't choose me over Juliet. She's the best thing that's ever happened to you."

I couldn't stand this hunger anymore, I sent that long ass text then sat my phone on my bed and crawled off my bed. As I exited my room and walked down the hallway to get to the stairs, I was scared that my parents door was going to open and then my dad beat me because I'm up. It was pitch black. I couldn't find the light switch.
As I walked down the stairs, I could hear sounds coming from the living room. All the lights were off, but the tv was on.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked into the living room to see my dad pulling my mom's clothes off. Did he rape her like every night? I couldn't take this anymore. I ran into the living room and grabbed my moms arm and pulled her aside,
"Stop! I'll call the police!" I screamed.

And just like that I was grabbed by my waist and thrown on the floor.
"Why are you down here?!" He shouted.

"I-I was hungry!" I watched him walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. He pulled out what looked like a glass jar full of jelly. He came over to me and smashed it on my stomach. I shrieked in pain. He turned to my mom and slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the floor. He started ripping her clothes off, along with his. I couldn't just watch this happen, but next thing I knew, he was ripping my clothes off as well.
He was pressing down my breasts as hard as he could as he attempted to enter me, but I kept dodging. He finally gave up and went to my mom, who just gave up and let him do whatever to her. After he was done with her, he came back to me and started kicking me with his bare feet, which obviously felt better than when he was wearing shoes.
I was fully naked. I didn't know what to do. He then made me stand up. He held me by the back of my neck and punched me in my stomach, and as he turned around, I ran away up to my room. He didn't follow me. I didn't worry about getting my clothes, I just ran.
When I reached my room, I locked the door and ran to my closet. I put on some clothes then ran to my bed and laid down. There were bruises all over my body by now. My neck, arms, stomach , legs and breasts. There were cuts all over me from the glass jar. Some cuts even on my face.
I checked my phone, he had texted back.

"I love you Trevor, I don't know why I trust you so much. I don't know... I just feel like I need to focus on you right now."

I didnt text back, I was thinking of seeing Andy tomorrow. I set my phone down and slowly drifted away into a dark sleep.

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The next morning I woke up sore to the touch. My bruises were tender. Since it was Saturday, I knew my mom and dad left for work at 6am. It was now 9am.
Oh my god, it's been exactly one week since the concert, since I've met Andy.

I grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. I hurry and took a shower and put the clothes I slept with back on. I dried my hair and put on a bit of makeup. I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs. Entering the living room, memories of last night flooded my head. Mine and my mom's clothes were all over the floor in pieces. I walked to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I pulled out the almost expired milk and poured a glass. I put the milk away and drank what was in the glass.
When I was done with that, I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and turned on the tv.
I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my sweats. I dialed Andy's number.

"Hello?" He said

"I-I'm not okay." I said sniffling.

"Trevor, I'm so sorry, I'm at the studio right now. I'll be done in an hour. Can I come over then?"

"Yeah. My parents work until 8:30pm tonight. Come whenever ."

"Okay, bye."

Andy's P.O.V:
As I hung up the call, a wave of guilt washed over me. I looked at the guys, they looked confused. I hadn't really talked much about Trevor to them, I'm not sure if they remember her from that night at the concert.

"Who was that?" Ashley finally asked.

"Remember that girl that found our dressing room last week?" They all nodded
"Well me and her have become good friends." I didn't tell them about her situation. If she wanted me to she would've said I could.

"Isn't she like 16 though?" CC asked.

"17 in a month." I corrected.

"Still."

"So what?" I sounded offended.

"You're like 6 years older than her."

"And Juliet is 5 years older than me, and me and her are dating. It's okay to be friends even if you're older than them, for fucks sake."

"How does Juliet feel about her?" Jake asked

I knew that if I told them what she said to Trevor that they would ask what's going on with Trevor.

"She's jealous, of course. But, me and Trevor are just friends."

I didn't want to tell them about the coincidences, or whatever they are. Not yet.

"Whatever you say dude."

Notes

Okay so, this one is a bit longer. I am starting to run out of ideas so, please I'm open to any ideas. Hope you're enjoying!