Brother Biersack

1

Ava's pov

I woke up and got out of bed. I got ready and quietly left the house. I was careful so my dad couldn't hear me. He was asleep on the couch. The house reeked of alcohol. I walked to school. I fixed my sleeves so no one would see my cuts and scars. I watched as older students talked with their friends. I went to my class and sat at the back of the room. No one noticed me. Sometimes the teachers wouldn't either. That was until I had my name called down on the loud speaker. I walked into the principals office.

"Hello Ava. We've just been informed that you father has been taken to jail for child abuse. He was reported by a undercover cop who was outside your house last night." He says.

"Are you kidding?" I ask in excitement.

"I am serious." He says. "You will be moving with a family. You already have had the forms signed. Your new parents are named Chris and Amy Biersack."

"What?!" Trying to recap that my new parents are the parents of a member of a band I like.

"They're picking you up at 12 to get your stuff." He says.

"Okay." I say.

I leave the office. I go back to class with a smile on my face. I haven't smiled in months. I can't believe this is actually happening.

---time skip---

I got called down again and saw my new parents in the office. I knew it was going to be uncomfortable at first. I shook their hands.

"Hello Ava. I'm Amy." She says.

"Hi." Was all I could get out.

"I'm Chris." He says.

"We have a son named Andrew, but he likes Andy." I know. Amy says with a smile. I adjusted my shoulder of my sweatshirt. "But he's outside."

"Okay." I say. We walk to a car and I get in the back. I'm sitting next to Andy. He looks at me.

"I'm Andy." He says.

"I'm Ava." I reply.

We drive to a beautiful house. We get out. I have my stuff that I wanted from my old house in a suitcase in the trunk. I go to get it but Chris already has it in his hand. I have my backpack on and I feel as Andy grabs my hand and drags me into the house. He makes me run up the stairs and into a room.

"This is your room." He says opening a door. The walls are a medium grey color and there's a big bed. There also a desk, dresser, a closet, and a tv.

"Thanks." I say as Chris sets my suitcase down by the dressers.

"Your very welcome. Now let's get to know each other." Andy says sitting on my bed. I sit next to him.

"Okay." I say. Chris leaves the room.

"So." He says.

"I have a question. How did you get this room done in one day?" I ask.

"We didn't. We knew that you were going to be living with us weeks ago. We knew that your father hit you. But we couldn't get him taken away until a certain time. You had to be a certain age. (A-N: idk just making up a reason). So once you were 14 we were able to." Andy explains. "So anything you wanna know about me?" He asked.

'...I know a lot about you.' I thought. "No. I have an idea on who you are." I say quietly.

"Oh. How?" He asks.

"Eh. I like your band." I say.

"Cool. What's your favorite song by us?" He asks.

"I like them all. But if I had to choose I'd pick savior." I say.