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

Chapter 2 - The End of it All

I waited, cleaning up Andy's mess from a few nights before. A horrible cramping sensation in my stomach, I did my best to distract myself. It had been two months since Andy forced himself upon me, and life was only getting worse. I barely saw him anymore, and he was never sober. The light that used to shine in his eyes seemed only a distant memory. I knew if I didn't clean the living room before Andy got home, he would be mad. He was having the others over tonight, and of course I was once again in charge of cooking, cleaning, serving, and not making any noise. It'd been a while since Jinxx had showed up to any of Andy's parties; I assumed he knew about what Andy did and was avoiding him. Either way, Andy was no where to be found and the party started in two hours. I better clean faster.

Andy stumbled in the door, and I did what I always did--I went and helped him walk straight. He never drank or smoked in the middle of the day, things were getting worse. Truly, truly worse. "Let me help you," I said, memories of that terrible night pushing themselves in my mind. Andy shoved me away angrily. "I can walk." He snapped. I nodded and hurriedly got back to preparing food. A large bruise on my stomach sent a shock of pain through me as I accidentally bumped the counter. I tried to forget about how I got the bruise, and somehow it worked. I slowly poured a bag of chips into a large bowl and set in on the counter. I had a plate of crackers and cheese, chips, and miniature brownies waiting on the counter. It seemed to be enough, and Andy had all the alcoholic drinks covered.

*Knock knock*

"Come on in!" Andy shouted, turning up the stereo. A group of 7 men I didn't recognize walked in, followed by the usual Ashely, CC, and Jake. Andy looked over at me and I nodded, knowing exactly what to do. Quietly tiptoeing upstairs, my stomach felt queezy. A book and a closed door would definitely help my strange motion sick feeling.

I could hear the shouting, music, and laughter of the party even though my door was closed. I had a horrible headache, and thinking about cleaning up after whatever was going on downstairs only worsened it. Why was everything getting worse? Andy was treating me worse, I've been feeling worse, His addictions are getting worse...I moaned as a riddle of pain shot through my stomach, and I felt as though I needed to vomit. I hoped to God Andy hadn't hit anything serious when he kicked my stomach the other night. Wouldn't be the first time. Feeling nauseous, I knelt down over the toilet. It took a moment, but I began to throw up. I forgot how unpleasant it was. Maybe I should go to a doctor, but how could I explain all the bruises? Throwing a large sweater on, I figured I might as well go get myself some Advil. I crept downstairs, trying my best to look past the spilled red solo cups and the pizza on the ground. And the smell, it was horrible. The smoke burned my eyes and I could barely see enough to gab the car keys and go. Thankfully, Andy either didn't care or didn't notice me.

I made my way to the Physicians aisle and searched for the strongest Advil I could find. There it was, Advil Strong Relief. Thank God for Advil. As my hand went to reach fir the Advil, I spotted next to it a pregnancy test in a blue box. Blood rushed out of my face and I began to shake. What if I was? I couldn't be--I couldn't be. I was just exhausted. Grabbing the Advil, I just had to take two pregnancy tests just in case. I mean, what if?

Heading into the bathroom, I took my Advil and unwrapped the pregnancy test. How did you use one of these anyways? Remembering, I reached over and locked the door before sliding the white stick out of its box and scanning the directions. Not so hard, all I had to do was pee...Awkward, but not too hard.

I did everything the instructions said, waiting five minutes before reading it. My mind flurried with anxiety. If I were pregnant, Andy would probably lock me in the bedroom and never let me come out. He'd beat me more than ever. Flinching, my eyes drifted down to the white stick that shook along with my hands. Please don't be...

Positive.

It took me a minute to respond--To realize what was going to happen. I was pregnant. Then came the tears, but I had to keep telling myself it couldn't be. This test was wrong. My hands fumbled with the second test, shaking like an earthquake. I did my thing and waited five minutes and begged it wouldn't be...

Positive.

"No, no no no no!" I whispered, my face contracting with tears. "Please I can't!" I wrapped up the tests and threw them away. I couldn't be a mother, and Andy couldn't be a father. Would he treat the baby like he treats me? I couldn't raise a child here! Not where theres smoking, drugs, alcohol, and God knows what else...I couldn't raise a child at all. I especially couldn't tell Andy.

*Knock Knock Knock*

A pounding on the bathroom door interrupted my thoughts. Shit, I couldn't hide my crying face, and I wasn't wearing pants. "One second!" I choked out, pulling on my jeans and rinsing my face. I kept my head down and unlocked the door, but a hand stopped me. Oh no, please just let me--"Tessa?" The voice said. It sounded...concerned? Worried? I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hm? I'm fine, just have a cramp." I tried to smile, still not looking up. "It's me, Jinx--Or, er, Jeremy. Is everything okay?" Jinxx?! I hadn't seen him at a party in months! However, my current emotions couldn't be hidden. My face pressed with tears, I opened up my mouth and let out a hoarse whisper. "I-I'm pregnant."

Three shirts, three pants, four pairs of underwear, four bras, a handful of socks, my hairbrush, a light blanket, all in my bag. If I was going to raise a baby, I couldn't help out Andy anymore. I had to leave, I didn't have a choice. If Andy was going to treat the baby like he treated me...I couldn't deal with that. Opening the window to my room, I took one last look at the room Andy and I used to share. The room that contained so much love and so much pain. Tossing my bag down first, I leapt onto the streets below, onto my new life.