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

Chapter 38

--Tessa's POV--

It was like being in a coma. I could think, and I could hear, but the words didn't come out and all my
muscles were limp. I could feel his hands running up my shirt, and I tried with all my might to push him away. My hands balled into fists and bunched at his shirt, and it was so frusterating, why can't I do anything?! "St....opp.." I slurred, feeling as his hands pulled down my skirt and left it around my ankles. I squirmed around, banging my legs on everything. Tears streamed down my face, making my alreadyblurry vision worse. I couldn't lie there and let this happen like I did last time. I pushed at his neck and his face, but suprisingly felt as something hard slapped me across the face. "Just shut up and take if and it'll be so much easier for the both of us!" Vic's high voice said harshly. I let out a pitiful cry and he fumbled with my panties. His rough hands rubbed me, making me cry out again. His hand flew to my mouth and he finally tugged off my panties. "Stop!" I cried out, the sound muffled by his hand. I prepared myself for the pain when suddenly, a whoosh of cold air spalshed ontl my feet and a little light poured in. Someone had opened the door. "Heerr--p!" I said from under his warm hand. Vic smashed down on my jaw and his weight dissapeared, but I couldn't find the weight to get up to see who the hell opened the door. I felt as my eye lids slowly closed, and I lost consciousness.

--Andy's POV--

I sat at the bunk, reading Tessa's article. She had beautiful writing. It was a talent I never knew she had, but then again I never really gave her the oppurtunity to tell me. I frowned unconsciously but jumped awake my my phone began to vibrate against the wood of the night stand. I turned it over to see 'Tessa' written in thin white letters. I imidiately answered. "Hey Tess." I said cooly. I didn't hear anything but static and what seemed like the ruffling of fabric against the microphone. Figuring she'd called me by accident, I was just about tp hang up when I heard something I'll never forget.

"Stop!" Her voice faintly cried out.

"Tess? Tessa?!" I said into the phone, worried and anxious. Something wasn't right. I glanced at the clock. She'd been gone for almost two hours. "Tessa? Are you okay?!" I shouted into the speaker, drawing the atrention of a weary eyed Ashley. "Dude, can you keep it down?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. "I think Tessa's hurt." I said, my eyes blaring into his. "....So go find her." Ashley grabbed himself a beer, yawning. I grabbed my phone and ran out the door, headed to the Pierce the Veil bus. She'd been doing their laundry after all, so she had to have stopped by their bus. Even though it was 10:30 at night, I banged on their door. It was answered suprisingly fast by a seemingly tipsy Jaime. "Woah, Andy, what do ya need?" He asked. I fumbled with my hands. "Have you seen Tessa? Did she stop by the bus?" I asked desperately. She was probably okay. I'm probably just overreacting. But something just doesn't feel like it should. "Her and Vic went down to the club. They'll probably be back soon." Jaime replied cooly. The club? Why the fuck didn't Tessa tell me that? "What club?" I demanded. "I think the new one off Sunset." Jaime rubbed the inner corner of his eye and took a sip of his beer. "Thanks." I huffed, running to the car. "Anytime!" Jaime shouted after me, closing the door.

--Tessa's POV--

I don't remember how long I walked for. I wasn't even walking really. I could barely see, and I was so sore and tired. I walked and walked and walked and suddenly, my legs just gave out and I fell. I could barely remember what had happened. A tall girl had pulled Vic out of the car and asked me if I was okay, and although I clearly wasn't I nodded and she believed. And then I just walked. That's how I ended up here on the ground, slunched against some building and counting the specks of dust on the pavement. It was so dark I couldn't see anything but the outlines of the tall buildings. I must be in the city somewhere.

--Andy's POV--

I shoved through the doors to the bar and scanned the crowd for Vic or Tessa. As I strided about the smokey room, I cringed at the thought of Tessa ever being brought here. "Excuse me," I said sternly to the bartender on shift. "What can I get you?" She asked, sliding over to me. "Have you seen a girl, about 5'7, with brown hair? She was wearing a, uhm, red skirt and a white shirt....She was with a short guy, a little smaller than her." I said, flinching at my own awful description. "Honey, ask around, we get a lot of people with brown hair." She snapped. I hurried outside, becoming more and more urgent. This just isn't right. Something has gone horribley wrong. I asked at least 30 people, but none of them knew. Not even one. On my way out, I figured I'd ask a few people outside. A tall, dirty-blonde haired girl with a cigarette pressed between her glossed lips looked promising. "Excuse me," I said, my voice cracked and dry. "Hm?" He responded, blowing out a nonchalant puff of smoke in my direction. "Have you seen a brown haired girl, about 5'7 wearing a red skirt and white blouse? She was here earlier." She dropped her cigarette and looked back at me. "Yeah, actually, I helped her out of a car where some dude was
trying to screw with her."

--Tessa's POV--

I had tried to call someone, but I realized I must've left my phone in the truck. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt pain all over. I felt the bruises on my arms and the slap mark on my face. But even with my clouded, dying vision, I could still make out the tall figure of someone running towards me.

Andy?