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

Chapter 42 - Home Alone

--Tessa's POV--

Andy pressed his forehead against mine, holding my hands and swinging them back and forth. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay here by yourself?" He asked. They had a cpncert to go to, and Andy couldn't stay home and monitor me all day. "I'll be okay. I'm on the cell." I said. I was actually excited for him to leave so I could sit down and have a good cry. Sometimes, crying is the best solution. "Okay...I'll drop off your magazine before we go. Can I, uhm, get a picture of your bruises? They're gonna need more proof than just an account." He said, grabbing his phone from the bar. I nodded and rolled up my sleep shorts as high as they would go. On each of my inner highs, four circular bruises decorated my skin. The same four-finger pattern followed up my ribs, and there was one paticuarly large bruise on my leg from where I repeadly smashed it against the seat. I was lucky, I knew, that he hadn't gotten as far as to actually get inside me. Andy cringed and brought his phone to my thighs, making me blush. "I'm sorry, Tess..." He said lowly as he snapped the photos. I didn't speak. It hurt to hear my own voice. It hurt to hear anything. "I should have made sure..." He trailed off. I sniffled and wiped my nose with my sweater sleeve. "No, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have lied to you." I said. He finished off thr pictures and kissed he on the head, liongereing over me for a moment. I breathed in his scent, and felt his beautiful warmth and the beat of his chest. It was so melodic, so calming. He pulled away with a slight smile as he went to gather up the boys.

When Andy finally left, I curled up on the couch and flipped on the TV. I let myself go, but I couldn't cry. Now that I was finally allowing myself to, I couldn't let the tears flow. I just didn't want to cry. So, instead, I watched TV and I slept. The TV was mostly just there for the noise, but I listened and I thought as my eyes drifted closed. Suddenly, just as my eyelids closed and I found a haven from my worries, someone knocked on the door.

Who was it?

Fear shuddered through me. What if it was Vic? I slowly crept up from my spot on the couch and delicately pushed aside one of the blinds. I sighed in relief when I didn't see Vic's large white truck, but I was still hesitant. My hands began to shake. I tiptoed over to the door and twisted it open, my bottom lip now trembling.

"Sammi?" I asked, immidiately opening the door wider.

"Tess..." She said, her face wrinkling with concern. I could see she'd been crying; her mascara was smudged and running all down her cheeks. "Come in!" I welcomed, putting on a cheery face to hide my anxiety. What did Sammi want? Her chin idented little circles, showing she was trying not to cry. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, but her eyebrows furrowed and she hurst into tears. "Sammi! It's okay...What happened?" I asked, worried. "I was just...I heard about Vic...and I just felt so upset woth him, and I...I went to see him to stand up to him...And then I realized....." She could barely speak, and I knew what she was talking about.

Sammi and Vic had been close, and Sammi didn't remember who her rapist was. She went to Vic for help. She trusted him. And now she knows, it was him all along.

I rubbed her back sympathetically. "It's okay..." I cooed, remembering what Andy did that made me feel better and trying to project that. "But when I went to talk to him...He was unconscious..." Sammi said, her voice regaining itself but still shaky. He was unconscious? What does she mean unconcious? "And Tony sajd...Tony said Andy...."

--Andy's POV--

I was tired. The concert was great and it was fun to be performing, but my mind was always somewhere else. I'd dropped off Tessa's case and they said they'd look at it, and as we parked the car in front of the bus I practically sprinted inside. Collecting myself, I opened the door and walked inside with heavy, tured breaths. Tessa, to my suprise, was leaning on the counter sipping something from a mug. "We need to have a talk." She said.

What?