My hand gripped the cold smooth handle, I turned it and saw one person I would hate to see the most. I saw him. I saw Collin. The douche. The one who decided to spill everything to everyone.
"E-Echo... I need to tell you something." He whispered, grabbing my arm. I tried to tug but he wouldn't budge. He started walking towards the school entrance so I let him take me. I didn't want to fight. I felt myself being shoved into a corner. He stood infront of me, arms crossed.
My eyes slowly met his piercing green ones. "What do you want?" I asked softly, fear lacing my voice.
"I wanted to tell you this.... I love you. You loved me... we can fix that. I know I was a big jerk but I don't care." He said gripping onto my wrists. I looked down and took a shakey breath. This boy... he abused me every chance he could. I had to lie to my dad. I tried fighting against his grip again but he reached up and grabbed my hair.
"Don't you dare fucking try me Biersack." He growled.
"Fine." I whispered. He released his grip and backed away.
"Walk with me." He said, smiling like nothing happened.
Collin... he was 6 foot 1. He had longish brown hair and green eyes. He has a nose ring and a lip ring. That was part of the reason I likED him. After a week he turned abusive if he didn't get what he wanted.
I nodded slightly and we started walking off of the campus. He wrapped an arm around my waist, making me cringe away from him. In response he gripped where he knew I cut as hard as he could. I hissed in pain before I fell to the ground.
I looked up to see a random guy I've never seen before beating the crap out of Collin.
"You don't treat a girl like that!" I heard the stranger scream at Collin. He pushed Collin down and kicked his ribs multiple times. I looked up at him. He had a bloody nose and a cut lip. I backed up and sat there.
"You okay?" I heard a deep voice say. I looked up to see him.
I cleared my throat and looked him in the eye. He had brown eyes and blonde hair that was cut so it covered an eye.
"Yeah I guess." I whispered standing up.
"No your not, your arm is bleeding." He said looking at the white sweater that is now bloody. I looked up scared.
"I won't hurt you, I just need to know your okay. I saw him forcing you around." He whispered. "I'm Caleb by the way."
"I'm Echo... and I'm fine really." I said backing away.
"Please let me check. I need to know." He whispered, his voice soft and caring. I nodded and lifted up my sleeve. His eyes ran over the scars, the cuts, the open wounds.
"We need stitches." He whispered sadly.
I looked down. "I'm fine." I growled.
"Can I walk you home, just to make sure your okay?"
"Fine..." I mumbled. I started walking towards my house.
We got to the front door, I saw my dad sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.
"You didn't tell me your dad was Andy Biersack." Caleb whispered in my ear. I shrugged and opened the door. I saw Ashley and CC on the couch. They must've had practice. I looked over at Caleb.
"You can stay if you want." I whispered quietly.
He looked up and met my eyes. He nodded and then stood awkwardly. I opened up the fridge and grabbed a water.
YOU ARE READING
My Father, Andy Biersack
Fanfic(MAY BE TRIGGERING!) Echo Biersack is not really Andy's birth child. She was adopted when she was three years old, because her mother left her on the side of the road by one of their venues. Well 11 years have passed and Echo is going through Hell...
