“I don’t know.” i said weakly. i tried to sit up but i was in pain. Andy helped me sit up. “What happened?” he asked. I knew who it was who attacked me. His name is Devonte. my freshman year of high school he sent me death threats, then tried to have me arrested for “filing a false report” when we had evidence it was him who was sending me the threats. I just never thought he would actually try and kill me.
I responded to Andy: “He was someone i knew a couple of years ago. i have no idea why he was here today. “Well come one, lets get you cleaned up.” He put my arm around his neck and he lifted me up and carried me. i looked at my self to see what damage had been done. i could see several bruises forming, and i had 3 cuts from the knife. one on my arm, one on my shoulder, and another starting from my collar bone going down to my breast.
Andy stopped in the middle of walking to talk to someone. “Jon, this girl was attacked, im gonna take her back stage and help her out, tell the guys i might be late.” he said. the man he was talking to said OK, but then he called someone over. “Is this your friend who was missing?” he asked. “Oh my god! Virginia!” i heard Lauren’s voice. i tried to look over to see her, but i was in pain. “Lauren?” I said weakly. “Virginia, what the hell happened?!” she cried, sounding like she was in tears. “She was attacked. Im going to help her out.” Andy said.
I was able to turn my head to look at Lauren. “Lauren, go inside, and watch the concert. you don’t need to see this.” I told her. “Will you be OK?” she asked, worried. “Ill be OK. it is me after all.” we both smiled. “Thank you, Andy” Lauren said. “No problem.” Andy said back. Then he started walking again.
He carried me back to their tour bus. when we got inside he sat me down on the couch inside. he walked off then came back with with a first aid kit. “OK, first what im going to do, is im going to clean your cuts with the wet wash cloth, then rub some alcohol on it, which, im not going to lie, will sting like shit.” he explained. I smiled slightly, “thanks for the warning” i said. the strength was coming back in my voice so i could talk a little more.
He started to clean the cut on my arm, and he was right. the alcohol stung like a bitch! I cringed in pain. Andy looked up at me. “Sorry” he said. “You don’t have to be, its not your fault.” i reassured him. he looked up at my and smiled. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Virginia.” i said to him. “That’s a nice name, like that state.” he said. i giggled. “I’m Andy.” he said. “Yeah,” i said, “this isn’t exactly the way i wanted to meet you.” i said. “I don’t blame you. i don’t think anyone wants to meet anybody in this situation.” he said. Andy’s voice was so deep and beautiful.
After he cleaned the cut on my arm he examined it. “Well, its not very deep so i don’t think you will need stitches. but im going to wrap some gauss around it while i clean the other cuts.” Andy said. He looked up at me. “Do you need an ice pack for your head? I see a giant welt on the side of your forehead.” he asked. i touched my head were the welt was. It hurt alot, and i could feel the giant lump on my head. Andy got up and filled a zip-lock bag with ice and he held it against my head and i took it from him. “Thanks.” i said. he smiled at me and rolled up the sleeve on my shirt to clean the cut on my shoulder. His smile was so amazing. i semi melted inside when he smiled.
“So how old are you?” he asked. “Im 16.” i said. “Nice, so that would make you a sophomore?” he asked. “Junior, actually.” i answered. “Even better.” he said again with that amazing smile on his face. “Would this be a weird time to act like a Black Veil Brides fan, instead of a mugging victim?” i asked. he looked at me and smiled. “Not at all. Go right ahead.” he said happily. “Well, first i just wanted to say, that i think you guys are amazing. I mean, with someone like me that has such a low self esteem, its nice to find a band that brings a message that everyone can relate to.” i started to say.
