*Angel's PoV*

I woke up in the dark.

My face and neck were cold, but the rest of me was warm and cozy. Especially my back, which was pressed against something warm and hard, and my waist, which was wrapped in a pair of warm, strong arms. I sighed contentedly, cuddling into the person's arms and pulling the blankets tighter around us.

Wait.

What. The. Hell?

I opened my eyes with a gasp. Where was I? The last thing I remember is being in the back of that car... Is this a bed? Holy fluff, it is. Some sick brother hugger kidnapped me, and now I'm in his bed. Why? Why me? Why is this happening?

I struggled, trying to wiggle out of the person's arms. They simply groaned and held me tighter. I rolled my eyes, then began to carefully pry the arms off me. The arms were pale, and covered with tattoos. Koala bear drinking whiskey (okay?), the Batman logo, Batman sitting on a pile of skulls, an inverted cross... and the Black Veil Brides wing logo? Okay, if this person hadn't kidnapped me, I would think that their tattoos were pretty amazing.

I finally got free, and sat up quickly, turning around to see... a sleeping Andy Biersack.

Oh, and when I sat up the blanket fell off, revealing that I was wearing nothing more than my bra and underwear.

"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?!" I screamed. Andy's eyes flew open, and he sat up so quickly he almost fell over. He stared at me, eyes wide.

"What's wrong, baby?" He reached one arm to gently brush his finger tips over my bare shoulder, sending shivers through me.

"No." I hissed, slapping his hand away. "Don't you dare touch me."

Andy's eyes clouded with hurt. "Angel..."

"No." I scrambled backwards, a little too far. I fell backwards off of the bed, landing on the floor with a painful thud.

"Angel." Andy crawled to the edge of the bed, reaching down to help me up. I yelped and moved away from him, crawling backwards like a crab. I didn't want him to touch me. I need him to leave me alone.

Andy folded the blanket back, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He's not wearing anything except his boxers. Oh gosh, where are his clothes?

"A-andy, where are your clothes?" I asked. "Wh-where are my clothes? What did you do?!" Tears started to pour down my face. I felt my breaths getting quick and shallow; it was getting increasingly harder to breathe. Oh please, not another panic attack. Not now.

"Angel?" Andy slid down into the floor, moving slowly as if not to startle me. "Please calm down."

"No. No, I will not calm down." I felt the panic attack getting worse. "You spiked my drink last night. You kidnapped me, and then you... you..." I started to sob.

Andy's eyes widened. "You think I... Oh, Angel. I would never do something like that to you."

"Then where are my clothes, Andy?"

"You don't remember? You're the one who took them off, I swear."

"I... I don't remember anything. The last thing I remember is getting into a car with you. You said you were taking me home." I glared at him acusingly.

"Damn that Purdy." Andy groaned. "He didn't tell me that the stuff he gave me would make you black out."

"So you did spike my drink."

"It was only supposed to make you fall alseep for a little while, so that I could get you back here. You really don't remember anything?"

My chest tightened. "What happened?"

Andy looked away. Was he... blushing? "We... kissed. A lot." When he saw the look on my face, he gasped. "But I swear, we never got any farther than that!"

"Andy, I need to go home."

Andy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Angel... you are home."

"N-no." I struggled to breathe, not wanting Andy to realize that I was having a panic attack. "Th-this is your apartment, Andy. I want to g-go home."

"Angel... this is your home now."