Andy Biersack fanfiction - Accidents Happen *COMPLETED* （≧∇≦）

Chapter 1 - How it Started

Andy was upstairs getting ready for a party with his friends, and I was reading a book. Catcher in the Rye, to be exact. For starters, I'm Tessa. I like reading, movies, cuddling, and drawing. Especially drawing and cuddling, but unfortunately I don't get much of the second one. I have lived with Andy for three years, and dated him for five. During the two years I lived with my parents, Andy was sweet. He was caring, kind, and always there for me. Around the same time I moved in with him, his best friend since childhood died, leaving him to alcohol, drugs, you name it. He distanced himself from me, and the small contact we did have was usually bitter. A year and a half ago, he started abusing me physically. So why do I stay with him? He needs me. If Andy didn't have me, I don't know where he'd be. And I love him. Despite everything he's put me through, I love him. Somewhere deep down, I believe he loves me too.

*knock knock*

"Andy! Your friends are here!" I called from the bottom of the stairs. I didn't really want to answer the door, they all scared me. With the exception of Jinxx, they were all rude and usually smoking something with a vulgar smell. I don't know why Jinxx hung out with Andy and the others, he was so relaxed and well behaved and polite. Andy thumped down the stairs in full warpaint and every leather article of clothing you could wear. "Why the fuck didn't you open the door?" He asked, his once bright blue eyes as dark as usual. I missed how they used to shine. "I-I'm sorry...Have a good time." I said, coming a little closer to him as he opened the door. "I love you!" I shouted just before he closed the front door, although I got no response. I could hear his friends laughing from inside. A little peace, quiet, and movies couldn't hurt, could they?

I sat, bundled up on the couch watching Finding Nemo and waiting for Andy to come home. It was almost two in the morning, and I was tired. But I wanted to wait for Andy to come back so I could fix him up and help him wash off his warpaint like usual. It was when he got home from parties when he was the worst, but I can't bring myself to let him go. He needed someone to help him take care of himself, and nobody but me would.

The front door opened, and I heard Andy stumble in. He tripped over something, and I quickly paused the movie so he wouldn't hurt himself. I got up and rushed over to his tall, dizzy figure. "Hey babe," I said happily, letting him use me as a crutch. He grunted in response and pushed himself into me, making me fall off the ledge that dipped into the living room. "Ow!" I exclaimed. He followed me, pushing his chest onto mine and knocking me over onto the couch. "Andy!" I said, punching at his chest. What on earth was he doing? Didn't he have any senses at all?! Suddenly, I heard him unzip his pants. What was he doing? The one thing Andy promised me was that he would never, ever take my virginity unless we were married--I was clear about that. He would never do anything like that, I was just being paranoid. Trying to get up, I fell onto the floor. Andy's rough grip threw me back on the couch, where he fumbled with my pajama bottoms. "Andy!" I cried, kicking him away. "Stop!" But he didn't. Successfully pulling my shorts off, Andy moved on to my underwear. "Stop, Andy! You promised!" I cried, pushing at him and kicking him. He wasn't going to, was he?! My underwear was quickly off, and Andy had no trouble pinning my arms down. "Please don't, Andy..." I whined, now a mess of tears. But he didn't stop, he never did. I should know better than to think he would.

And that was how it all spiraled down.