Reprobate Romance (Andy Biersack) ✔️ (editing)

18: Dying To Live

It was a lovely day out, so I decided to take a walk on my own. I wandered around and before I even realized it, I was across the street from my parents' home. I knew they'd often leave the backdoor open, so I decided to let myself in.

"Anybody home?" I asked quietly, hoping that if anyone was, it wasn't my father.

"Alexis, honey, is that you?" My mother's voice sounded weak and tired. I followed it upstairs into the bedroom, where I found her. And though her voice was weak, her body was in even worse shape. It almost made my stomach turn to see her like that.

"Hi... mom." I whispered, trying my hardest to fake a smile.

"Alexis, sweetie, you look so beautiful. How have you been?" She asked.

I walked up beside the bed and carefully sat down on the edge. "I'm okay, mom. How are you?" Stupid question. She looked horrible.

"I've been better." She whispered, trying to stay strong. She then carefully grabbed my hand. Her fingers were cold and shaky. And my heart slowly broke.

"Guess what, mom." I told her, trying to sound at least a little excited. "I'm pregnant. Three months now. I'm having a baby... with Andy. Remember Andy?"

And to my big surprise, my mother's face lit up. "Oh darling, that is such wonderful news. I always liked Andrew. He is such a gentleman." For a moment she paused and looked over at the photo of Tommy and me on the nightstand. "I always expected your brother to be the first one to settle down. How is he? I haven't heard from him in over a year."

My eyes widened. "You... you haven't?"

"Oh you know how he feels about your dad." Mom then said, trying to sound casual.

"I know how dad feels about us." I then muttered in disappointment. "He hates us."

My mother sighed and stared out the window. "He doesn't hate you. He's just..."

"Complicated." I finished skeptically. "That's what you've been telling us our whole lives mom. And Tommy is just like him. Say, do I need to get you anything from the store?"

She shook her head and sat up. "No, but let's go downstairs and have a cup of tea."

I carefully helped her out of bed and downstairs. Of course she was as stubborn as I was and tried to do everything on her own, but she honestly couldn't. It made me wonder how long she had been sick for, and who even told Tommy.

After tea and talking, I thought it was high time to leave again. My heart was heavy, but I knew my father could come home from work any minute now. And of course, he just did.

"What's this?" He demanded. "You should be resting. In bed."

"It's just Alexis, dear. She came over for a visit." My mother explained calmly.

I already had my coat on when he came walking into the kitchen. "So now that your mother is dying, you suddenly decide to become part of this family? You should be fucking ashamed of yourself young lady." My father snapped.

What a surprise, he hadn't changed. "Dear, be nice. She came to tell us some great news." Well actually, I didn't. Fuck if I ever even wanted to tell him anything about my life.

"Oh yeah? What is it? You're going to quit singing and actually attend college?" My dad's tone was mocking. It made me angrier by the second.

My mom put a hand on my shoulder and smiled. "No, dear, she's..."

"Mom, don't..." I practically begged.

"She's going to give us our first grandchild, Charles! Isn't that wonderful?"

The look on my father's face said enough; he didn't give a damn. Unless I was going to be married to someone he approved, followed a strict Christian life, and did all what daddy told me to, he was never really going to care.

"Mom, I need to go now. Andy is probably waiting for me." I whispered.

"Andy?" My dad then noticed. "Are you expecting a child from that Biersack kid?" I just nodded in silence. "His parents are Christians right?" Again, I nodded. "Good. Perhaps they can put both of you in your places, since you never listened to me."

In my head I laughed. He had no idea how kind and relaxed Amy and Chris were. But if it kept him off my back, then that was great. I really did have to get out of there though before he would start asking any further questions.

From that point on I tried to visit my mother on a regular basis. My father would always throw mean, snarly comments at me while I was there, but I tried my best to ignore that. I couldn't stand him, but it's how he was.