How did I get so lucky? Andy Biersack X reader

And off we fuckin go

Y/N POV:

"Crap" I say as I drop my keys on the floor. I hated these days, the days when you get nothing right and when you think things couldn't get any worse they do. I new my parents- well I say parents meaning my dad and step-mom were in due to the fact of two things the first is less gross. 1) Their cars are in the drive and 2) I can hear my step-moms slutty moans from here.

I try to ignore those things but sometimes they are worse than them being in the bedroom. I hear the bitch scream my dads name as I presume she climaxes and that's when I open the door and sneak off to my room. Yes, I did say 'sneak', the thing is they beat me up if I am home when my dad is practically ripping Bertha's lower region (AKA her vagina) apart. Also encase I haven't mentioned, Bertha is my step-moms name and it fits well (if I may add) to her sluttiness and how many kids she has had with numerous men, yes she has had around 20 children in her lifetime and she is only 28! It scares me that my dad probably didn't use protection and I will probably have a sibling or siblings soon.

I walk across the living room without a sound and walked over to the door that lead down to my basement room. I slip through the door after quietly opening it and gently close the door without a single sound. You could probably here a pin drop if there was one to drop. I slowly make my way down the stairs avoiding all the laundry that Bertha cucked onto the stairs. Luckily for me none of my "parents" want to enter my room so I have lots of privacy which is great. They think that if they even put a finger through my door they will be taken away by Satan, which is apparently what happened to me, pathetic? I know.

When I enter my room I gently close the door and grab my I pod and headphones which I forgot to bring to school this morning. I kick off my shoes and crawl under my blankets. I pop my headphones into my ears and begin listening to music just thinking about how great my eighteenth will be, finally getting away from home. My only friend is Tasha and we decided seeming as we will be eighteen on the same day (which is tomorrow) that we should go out and start seeing the world.

I decide to text her about tomorrow seeming as even though we are one day away we still haven't planned much except for the fact that we are going off to travel the world.

(Y/N): Hey babes, where should we go tomorrow? xoxo -(Y/N)

I wait for a reply but then I hear the dreaded sound of my dad walking down the stairs on top of mine. "(Y/N), get your lazy worthless ass up stairs right now!" I cringe and get up feeling the warmth get replaced by the cold outside (AKA my room).

I wonder up the stairs quickly and see my "parents" sitting on then couch cuddled up face smashing...yes face smashing, it's the new and improved version of sucking faces. When they hear my door close they pull away and glare at me. "(Y/N), we have some news" uh oh, fuck, shit, crap, I know what they are about to say. "I am pregnant!" says Bertha to me in her usual preppy tone. Yup I was right, I am so glad I am leaving to travel with Tasha tomorrow.

"Ok" I state "I am leaving tomorrow so-" I am interrupted by my dad "Good bitch also we don't want the child when it is born so when you move out you can take it" my jaw drops and scowl at them. "What if I don't want your kid? You should learn to fucking wear something over you lousy cock one of these days so that I don't have to take all your shit when I go!" I yell and with that I felt a sharp pain hit me on the face as I fall to the floor. "Shit" I mutter under my breath as I see a few blood drops fall to the floor.

"You will do as we say you bitch!" I hear my dad yell and with that he beats me up with my step-mom laughing and taking off one of her 6 inch heels off to throw at my face, with that my world goes black.

*Time lapse-10 that night*

I woke up with a massive headache at the bottom of my stairs. I try to get up but feel a sharp pain shot up my back. I yelp silently and try and reach up to my door handle and quickly open my door and crawl through. I kick the door shut after I am in my room then I crawl to my bed. I shuffle into my bed and crawl under the covers again picking up my phone and sticking my headphones back in my ears. I left my music on earlier and it was now in the middle of 'Saviour' by my favourite band 'Black Veil Brides'. They are basically the only thing that keeps me going through everything. I may have a small, ginormous crush on Andy Biersack. Yes all the other members are HOT but Andy is just...amazing!

I flick my phone on and see I have two new messages from Tasha.

Tasha: Hey hun, pack a bikini and sunny stuff, maybe a few warmer clothes and I will pick you up at 9 tomorrow morning so dress nice and we will go and get some money out of our banks then leave this hell hole! xoxo-Tasha

I giggle at her first text then scroll down to the next

Tasha: also bring some nice dresses and don't forget your band merch 'cos I don't want to be the only one ;) I can't wait till tomorrow xoxo-Tasha

I smiled and replied quickly seeming as the text was sent 30 minutes ago.

(Y/N): I can't wait either and can you pick me up earlier cos I really wanna leave this hell to! xoxo-(Y/N)

I place my phone on my bed and shuffle still in pain to my docking station and plug my I pod in. I put BVB on shuffle and go over to my wardrobe and look in the mirror cringing at the sight of my fat waist (A/N you are not fat you are beautiful and you should all know that and if you want to talk to me if you have nay issues then I come with open ears and a closed mouth! love ya all and back to the story) and scars running up my arm. I also cringe as I lift my top to see my new bruises and cuts from where my "parents" beat me up. I look up and down my horrible body and notice a massive gash on my head from when Bertha threw her heel at me, man I hate that bitch.

I reach up on top of my wardrobe and grab my oversized duffle bag out and begin to pack all my stuff in it. When it comes to bringing band merch I go full on out and pack ALL of my stuff (which is a lot) it mostly consists of BVB stuff like bracelets and tee's.

After packing I go over to my en suite and take a long shower standing under the warm water feeling it roll down my back. I wince a few time as the water runs on my cuts and bruises from earlier but I survive. I begin to wash my hair with my coconut shampoo (A/N You can change if you don't like that smell) I then begin to wash my body with the same scented body wash then climb out.

I wrap a towel round my body and find some PJ's that I haven't already packed and dry off sliding them on. I dry my hair then go to bed falling into a deep sleep dreaming about tomorrow.

Andy's POV:

I walk back to the hotel what me and the band are staying at after I finish off at our show in Manhattan. I am off to my favourite place to play at tomorrow...Boston. I know it may sound strange but it is amazing there.

I grab my key out of my pocket as I enter the elevator of the hotel and lean against the wall. I was really tired because we did our meet and greet really late tonight and there was a lot of people but I love to meet our fans so I wasn't complaining.

Everyone had gone off to party but I wasn't in the mood so I told them that I would be going back so I did and here I am now. The elevator stopped and I walked to my room. I went straight in and kicked my boots off, got out of my sweats and climbed into bed not bothering to take a shower. John our tour manager said we had to leave early in the morning to get there on time for sound check due to the fact that Boston is three hours away.

I closed my eyes. How tomorrow should be fun!