Help Me Heal, An Andy BiersackxReader BVB Love Story

Chapter 16

Everyone whirls around, caught off guard by the sudden banging on the door you had almost reached before being caught. Your mind whispers run, run while you still can! but your body is unable to listen, leaving you helplessly shocked. The other seven seem to be having the same issue; however, out of everybody to recover first, why did it have to be the one holding the gun?

"S***!" he curses, pushing you forward. "Go go go! I can't be caught! This can't be happening, who tipped them off?! S*** s*** s*** s*** s***!" (A/N: I realize this string of censored curse words is kind of ridiculous, don't judge me.) This is my time, you realize. This is the time to scream. To have my voice heard. To be free. So, instead of following orders, you open your mouth as wide as you can and scream out everything you had held inside for the past week. Sing it out, girl, before they kill what tomorrow means....

"Stop! Stop it!" A orders, hurriedly clamping his dirty hand over your mouth. He tastes disgusting, dirt and sweat and something sinister all smothered into one thing. You refuse to let this go. Fighting back, you bite down on his filthy skin. He yowls and lets go, also dropping the loaded gun.

The others have by now also snapped out of their shock and also take action. Jinxx and CC run to the door and attempt to pry it open while the police shout and attempt to get inside. Ashley begins to prop Jake up against the wall, hoping to alleviate some of his injury; you hope that he will make it to the hospital in time. Andy rushes straight to your aid, kicking the gun out of your assailant's reach.

A sees this and, temporarily forgetting about his getaway scheme, scrambles for his weapon back. While your Andy goes to pick it up, he grabs the singer's leg and pulls him down, ensuing in a wrestling match for which the prize is the gun. They roll around and around, struggling and throwing punches. Every time they get close to the gun, they end up sliding it further and further away. You see an opportunity to grab it for yourself; it practically slides to your feet.

If I take it, I could defend Andy against A. I could shoot him, or injure him like he injured Jake, or...But in the middle of your train of thought, you startle as a hand finally grabs the gun and butts the other on the head. A stands victorious, leaving Andy wheezing on the floor from the fight, completely exhausted.

You yelp and turn around, going to dive somewhere for safety. What if he shoots one of you, or kills Jake or Andy for good?! Behind you, you can hear him chuckle as he cocks the gun. He aims it straight down, going for the kill on Andy. Squeezing your eyes tight, you prepare for the death of the one you've looked up to for so long.

Squealing hinges and a door slamming against the wall brings your eyes flying open- police to the rescue! At least three or four cops bust in with guns and uniforms, surveying the room for the greatest danger. Shouting, one of them goes to tackle A before he can deal damage on Andy. A goes flying to the ground again, this time pinned down by a trained professional. You're finally safe.

From there, everything becomes a blur. Somebody must've called 911, because in your slowly deteriorating vision you see white shapes putting Jake on a gurney; you feel Ashley and Jinxx put their arms around your shoulders as they lead you out with the police and other emergency representatives, and CC helping a limping Andy Biersack along. You barely remember ending up in a sterile white vehicle, suddenly under sterile white and queerly comfortable sheets. The soothing voices of medical nurses lull you into a peaceful darkness.

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You wake up in a room that looks exactly like the one you fell unconscious in, only without the turbulence of a moving vehicle jostling you around. You feel completely grounded, alone in the clean, empty room surrounding you with whitewashed walls that are almost too bright. Staring up at the ceiling with a grim face, you think, at least I'm alive.