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

Chapter 44 - Habbits

--Andy's POV-
"P-Pregnant? As in...baby?" I stuttered. The doctor nodded. "Does this come as surprised to you?" He asked. I gulped and nodded again. According to what Tessa remembered, Vic never actually got inside her. However, she was on strong medication and could have forgotten a lot of what happened; poor Sammi didn't even remember where she'd been when it happened. It couldn't be mine, I'd used a condom. "She fainted because of over-exhaustion in her body. Trying to keep the baby healthy is a hard job for the body, and when something drastic happens it can cause sudden periods of dizziness, sickness, pain, or fainting as she experienced. While examining her stomach, we noticed a lot of bruises. Is there any heavy physical activity going on in her life?" The doctor asked, reviewing the notes on his clipboard. "Sh-She was raped..." I blurted out, my voice low and crackling. "I'm sorry to hear that. Her chemical balances were a little out of sorts, did her attacker give her an overdose of any sleeping drugs?" He asked. I cringed at how bold and open he was with the personal subject. I just nodded. He huffed and made note of something on his clipboard. "So we can't give her any pain medicine until the drugs wear off; anymore chemical imbalance could seriously harm the baby. She'll be released in a day or so." My eyes spun and I couldn't hear anything he was saying. A baby? Another? On top of Michael? This was a road Tessa couldn't afford to go down. I looked down at my hands and felt a ticklish sensation. I wanted to punch something. My throat burned, dry. Without thinking, I grabbed my keys and got in the car.
I drank the cold liquid, letting it burn my throat on the way down. The lights of the bar blocked by the shadows, I took another deep sip of the alcohol. It had been a long time since I'd done this. Downing the first bottle, I waved down the bartender for another. She was a short blonde woman who appeared to be much too young to work at a bar. Or perhaps her looks were just deceiving. Either way, she brought me two more. I thought about everything as I drank; how long it had been since I'd had a real drink, what Tessa was going to do when she...
Tessa.
What am I doing? Fuck, I need to stop drinking. I've been over this addiction, it's not the right way to deal with this.
Despite my thoughts, my hand rose the bottle to my lips and I began to drink more. More. More. I need to stop. Just one more drink. One more bottle. One more bottle. I couldn't stop. My vision was getting hazy. What am I doing? Shit. I promised Tessa I wouldn't do this....I moved on and began to drink more, the horrible thoughts of what was to become of us after this. Was it even mine? How could I be sure she hadn't slept with Ashley or Jinxx? I left some sort of money on the counter, I couldn't even read the bill. Everything was hazy and my legs felt like they were filled with styrafome and would give way any moment. I made my way outside, slamming into benches and tables on my way out before finally finding a bench to crash on. My mouth tasted like the sour drink, and I slurred a mumble as someone walked past. "Ttttessa...." I slurred, getting up from the bench to find nothing clear anymore. I couldn't think right. I couldn't see. I just needed to get back to the car. Suddenly, something in my back pocket began to buzz away. I rubbed at the back of my jeans confusedly for a minute before finally pulling out my phone, messily holding it my ear and slurring a drunken, "Hullo?" I almost dropped the device as I aimlessly walked in circles, the ground beneath my feet blurry and grey. "Andy? Where are you? How's Tessa?" A familiar voice called, but I couldn't tell who's it was. "Bbbbbaarrr....You wanna driiink?" I groaned, tripping over my own two feet. "Andy?! Are you drunk?!" I laughed into the phone. "Noooooo...." The line died and I flopped down on the ground next to my car.
--Ashley's POV--
I knew where he was. I knew something had gone wrong. Andy hadn't had a thing to drink for years, yet here he was, blind drunk. My car pulled into the driveway and I searched for his car or any sign of the stumbling man. I followed the sound of the drunken groans and eventually found him lying on the street. It was a horrible way to see him. I hadn't seen him like this in so long, it hurt my chest and weighrsd my heart. "Get up!" I said loudly, kicking his side with my foot. He groaned and rolled around. I yanked his arm up until he reached his feet with a grunt. "Preeeennn..." He stuttered. That sounded like something. Something..."What?" I asked, leaning in closer. "Pregnnnannnt...." He groaned, a smirk on his face as he repeatedly yanked the handle of his car.
Pregnant?
Tessa was pregnant?