Black Veil Brides: A Secret Crisis **In Editing**

Chapter 1

"Katrina, get your fucking ass down here this instant!" My father bellowed up the steps to my room.

Matching his volume, I shouted back "I'll be down in a minute," then mumbled "goddamn." before grabbing my bad and my cell phone. Once I was down the steps, I grabbed a bagel, then darted out the front door before my father could insult me or the 'trashy' clothes I was wearing. It wasn't that bad, black skinny jeans, studded combat boots, heavy eyeliner(as usual), straightened hair, a crimson shirt with black lace, and some big bracelets to hide the multiple scars on my forearm from self harm. I wasn't going to let him ruin my day, not today; it was too special. Today was mine and my boyfriend's, Mike, one year anniversary. It also happened to be the day that Andy and I met back in 3rd grade, when he stood up for me to Conner Sawyers, the school bully. That day Andy and I became good friends.

I had just turned 17, and Andy was 18, almost 19. We had known each other for about fourteen years now, and he was always there for me. Whether I needed to vent about a bad day at school, I was in ecstasy over a good grade on a math test, or to ogle at something Mike did for me, he was always there. Lately though, his band, Black Veil Brides had began their rise to fame, and Andy was around less and less. He started the band when he was younger, and members came and went, but now they were beginning to become more popular. Popular enough to soon begin their second tour. I absolutely hated the first tour, because I was alone for four months, and I had no one to talk to. In the band, Andy was vocals, Ashley was bass, CC was drums, Jinxx was guitar, and Jake was lead guitar. Their fan base, mostly horny teenage girls, was already quite large, and still growing. Although BVB was still a fairly new band, they'd already played concerts as far as Europe. None of the guys are around as much anymore, but I always listen to their music; it's what keeps me sane when they're gone. My favorite song of theirs is Savior; I enjoy it so much that I've memorized every lyric.

When I finally got to school, I walked in with a bounce in my step and, even though this hell hole made me feel like I was dying on the inside, I smiled. After getting to my locker, and unlocking it, I pulled the door open and out fell a light pink piece of paper with my name on scribbled on it in fancy cursive. Picking it up, I unfolded it and read the words, written in the same script. "Hey baby, happy one year anniversary! No words can tell you how much I truly love you; so instead, turn around." Immediately, I turned on my heel.

Mike was standing a foot behind me, holding a small red box. He smiled and said "Happy one year anniversary," then opened the box for me; revealing a pair of ruby earrings.

"Oh my God Mike! These are gorgeous, I love them!" Ruby was my birthstone, and red was my favorite color! I stared at them in disbelief. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Of course though, a teacher, the meanest teacher, walked out at that same moment. 

In a harsh, ice cold tone, she hissed: "Ms. Heart, Mr. Pupos, you've both earned yourselves a week's worth of detention, starting tonight. See you there." An evil, cold hearted, and soulless smile spread on her lips as she walked away, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I looked at Mike, apologizing.

"Why apologize? I get to see you for an extra hour now." He smiled, looked around, then quickly kissed my lips before we walked to our first class; anatomy.

I sat in the back, behind Mike, with Andy to the left of me. I was zoned out when something white flashed across my desk. I looked at it; it was a folded up piece of paper with "Kat" written on the front and a poorly drawn picture of a cat under my name. I looked over to Andy who was pretending it wasn't him and smiled.

I unfolded the note and read it. "I hate to tell you this, but my band and I are going on tour again in another week. I won't be able to see you again for 3 and a half months.. and not very many times this week. I have to pack and won't be at school after Wednesday."

I looked at him, disappointed before writing back: "Aww, seriously?! I am going to miss you! You are my best friend and I hate the fact you keep going on tour.. I know you have to, but you just got back like a month ago :(."

I tossed it back over, and seconds later it returned to my desk again: "I know, but the time will fly by. I promise. Plus, if I get hurt again I can end tour and come back early :p."

I looked at him, rolling my eyes. "DON'T get hurt again! You have already broken your ribs AND your nose!! You don't need to get hurt and disappoint more fans! Now pay attention, I already have detention everyday this week and I don't need to get into more trouble!!"

I tossed it back over to him and he never tossed it back. Instead, he thought it'd be hilarious to start poking and nudging me. I attempted to glare at him, but failed miserably and started laughing, along with him.

The teacher glared back at us and spoke sternly: "Ms. Heart, Mr. Biersack, would you like a Saturday School for interrupting my class? Again."

Andy and I looked at him, but didn't dare say a word. The whole class was turned towards us, including Mike, who glared at Andy.

"I thought so. Now, be quiet; both of you. Or I will give you Saturday schools." The teacher hissed.

The rest of the day flew by, and pretty soon the bell was ringing to release us from this hell. Well, aside from Mike and I, along with a few other lucky people who'd also earned detention.

~~

Once detention had ended, Mike walked me the mile to my house. Once we arrived, he stopped at the end of my driveway, kissed me goodbye, and went on his own way home, but not before telling me 'happy one year' again.

I walked up my sidewalk and to my own personal hell, where I was immediately being shouted at for being late, then shouted at some more when I explained exactly why I was late.

My dad, the king of jackasses, strutted up to me; nose to nose, towering over me. In a low voice, he growled: "If you ever get in trouble again, you little slut, I will send you off to a juvenile detention center. Understand?"

I nodded yes, and before I could process much more, his hand flew up and struck my cheek. The sensitive skin burned, and tears welled to my eyes.

I looked dumbstruck at him, while my mother appeared from behind. Slurring, she told me to get my ass upstairs and to bed. I didn't have a problem obeying that, as I quickly retreated to the safety of my bedroom and shut my door quietly. I changed into my pajamas, then got my phone and texted Andy. and texted Andy.

K: "Hey"

A: "Hey, what's up"

K: "Nothing much... just chillin' in my room... bored/hungry as fuck... what about you?"

A: "Haha, nothing... but, I have popcorn and cake and ice cream and Doritos and sprite :p so ha!"

K: "HEYYY NO FAIR!! I am dying over here and you have a feast in front of you that even JAKE couldn't finish!!"

A: "HAHA!!! SUCK IT"

K:"Watchu want me to suck? ;p"

A: "Now don't you go turning into Ashley on me"

K: "Haha, I won't. For that I would have to be a lesbian... not gonna happen, I think I'll stick with guys"

A: "Haha, okay. Well I have to go start packing, I will be busy for a while so I probably can't text you anymore tonight... night"

K: "Awww, night...have 'fun' with packing..."

Andy never replied after that. I stifled a yawn as I got my iPod from my bag. I put my headphones in and turned on'Savior'. I put the song on repeat, and let the calming words fill my ears. I soon drifted off to sleep. I had nice dreams of Mike and I going to a Black Veil Brides concert together. I knew that would never happen; Mike hates them because he knows Andy knows everything about me. But, I think he is jealous!