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

Chapter 3 *Trigger Warning*

*1 1/2 months later*

Here it was: about one in the morning, and I was lying in bed, crying. I was crying because I missed Andy and the guys so much; it's been almost two months. My life has gotten really bad; the amount I self harmed increased, my father began using me as a punching bag multiple times a week. There wasn't even a reason most of the time. He would just come home, scream my name and then slap me. Sometimes I'd even just be in the kitchen and, almost like he came from nowhere, I'd just feel the sting of his calloused hand across my cheek. Then, tears would swell in my eyes and he'd start screaming at me.

Just the other day, I was sitting, watching TV and minding my own business and he walked out into the living room and hit me. I didn't even hear him come out, and then all of a sudden my cheek hurt like hell. Of course, tears formed and he started screaming at me again.

*Flashback*

"Young lady. Get your ass upstairs now." His tone was hard and unforgiving. " And I don't to see you for the rest of the day. Got it?" I nodded yes as I got off of the couch, snatching my phone and running upstairs, before he could see me shed anymore tears. As I shut my door, my phone rang in my hand. Of course it had to be Andy. I regretfully answered, because he'd know something would be up if I didn't. Not that he wouldn't now.

"Hello?" I tried to sound like I hadn't been crying, but I failed miserably.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Concern was clear in his voice.

"Nothing, I just stubbed my toe.." What a pathetic lie. So pathetic, that it almost came out as more of a question.

"Bullshit. The Katrina I know doesn't cry when she stubs her toe. She just screams profanities at whatever she stubbed it on.. What's really wrong?"

"Nothing. Seriously. Maybe.. maybe I just felt like randomly crying." Wow, I really wasn't helping myself. Andy was silent on the other end for a minute. When he finally spoke, I was met with fifty percent relief, and fifty percent sadness.

"Hey.. I've got to go. I'll text you later, okay?"

"Okay.." I whispered as the line went dead. I threw my phone on the bed and sat down next to it, crying. Seconds later, my door flew open. Of course, in the doorway stood my dad. For whatever reason, he was pissed. Like smoke spewing from his ears pissed.

I barely had time to process or defend myself, when he marched in and grabbed me by the throat. He had me pinned against a wall, and I couldn't breathe. My nails weren't long enough to dig into his skin either. His rage filled eyes penetrated my soul.. and he started laughing. I did my best to glare back at him, and as I did, he raised a hand. I flinched, and my eye was met with a fist. His laughter increased and the hand around my throat tightened. 

The world around me began to blur, but before I blacked out, he dropped me. I hit the floor with a hard thud and he marched back out. I gasped for air, but my efforts were in vain. The blur slowly closed in, followed by darkness and I closed my eyes. 

When I woke up again, the first thing I did was look at my clock; the green digital numbers told me it was just after two am. My phone, still up on my bed, began to ring. Still in a daze, I hauled myself up, groping for it. Eventually, my hand found it and I picked it up. I was able to decipher "Andy" on the caller ID; I slid to answer.

"H-Hello." My voice was weak, and speaking produced a violent and painful cough. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I was able to compose myself. The metallic taste of blood was in my mouth. Andy, who had waited for me to finish having a coughing fit, sounded wide awake; despite it being two am.