From Knives to Pens

From Knives to Pens - Chapter 8

A/N: Here's the next chapter! A lot happens in this chapter and this was one of my favourites to write so far. I hope it's ok and you enjoy it! Please tell me if you find any mistakes or anything that needs changing. Thanks for all your support! Ciara x

Chapter 8 Andy’s POV:

We stand at the end of the street, watching her. My heart aches from the hurt I caused her. I have no idea what I have done but I feel so guilty. Ashley pats my back sympathetically. I must feel her loss so badly because I’m still raw from Juliet.

For some reason thinking about Juliet just feels…wrong. I don’t know why, maybe because we're over and I need to be moving on. But I know that’s a lie and the truth is a lot scarier…

“Is that her house?” CC asks and my thoughts are disturbed. I look to see Willow entering a house that looks slightly rundown. The gardens overgrown and untidy, with the paint on the house peeling. I wonder what kind of life she has there, wanting to know more and more about her.

“It must be. She wouldn’t just walk into a stranger’s house would she?” Jinxx says, clearly worried.

“No.” I say knowing it’s true. I watch as she disappears into the house.

“What happened with you two anyway?” Ashley asks curiously. I turn around and begin to head back to the tour bus, not wanting to talk about what happened.

I hear them following me and Jake comes up beside me. “What’s up?” he asks searching my face. “You look more upset than you should be over this.”

I sigh knowing I won’t get away with not answering them. “I just guess it’s because of Juliet.”

They all look sympathetic and I hate that I’m lying to my friends. To be honest I’m not sure why I feel this way about Willow, I’m confused.

When we get back to the tour bus, I leave the guys in the living room and I go to my bunk. I lie down and close my eyes. An image of Willow, cut and bruised, passes through my mind. Her eyes look scared and I want to take away her pain. Then Juliet’s face replaces her and I groan into my pillow. Why are my thoughts so confused? I should just forget Willow and move on from Juliet.

But the thought of forgetting Willow causes my chest to ache. God, I’m so confused by my feelings. I blame mine and Juliet’s break up for me latching on to Willow like I have. But even then it doesn’t truly explain my feelings for her.

I shove my pillow over my head and bite it until my jaw hurts. Jake’s completely right; I’m way more upset about this than I should be.

I push Willow and Juliet to the back of my mind and think ahead to tonight; one of our last nights onstage. It should be amazing and when I’m onstage all my worries are forgotten. I’m saddend at the thought that this really is one of our last nights in England. Soon I’ll be back in LA and I’ll have to tell the fans that me and Juliet have broken up. I always hate doing things like that because they always ask questions I don’t want to answer, like why. I groan at the thought. My parents know about the break up and they were deeply saddened when I told them. Their advice to me was to move on, they said I would find someone who won’t hurt me like she did. I hope they’re right.

Willow’s pov:

As I enter the house I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally I can relax and forget about the events of the last two hours. I walk upstairs to my room and as I pass Mum’s room I notice her door is still closed. I sigh and enter my room. It’s a dark purple in colour and plastered in the posters I have collected over the years. Most of them my Dad bought me, which is why they are so special to me. They feature all my favourite bands including Black Veil Brides. I notice in particular one of Andy alone. His eyes seem to be staring into mine and I remember back to today.