Beaten lips (Andy & Bryan) (coming in July)

Part Four

~~~Andy's POV~~~

I still haven't told Bryan about what I did a couple of days ago. He knows not to sneak up behind me now.

I feel bad for what happened. My phone beeps signaling I had a message.Bryan is the only one with my number.

"Andy!!!" The message said.

"Bryan!!" I promptly replied.

"Why weren't you at school today?"

I looked down at my body. I was covered in bruises and opened wounds.

"I was sick!" I lied.

I felt guilty for lying to Bryan again. It's not right to lie. I could feel the guilt eating away my skin.

"Awe want me to come over and help you get rid of it?"

"No, I am all right. I don't want you to become sick,"

"I got to go. Dinner is ready. Bye!"

I didn't respond. I sit there reading over the conversation we just had. I have been feeling real close to Bryan lately.

"Andrew!" My father yelled.

I threw on some clothes and raced down the stairs.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"I want this house cleaned by the time I get back. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes sir," He cast off his empty bottle of beer on the floor.

"Spotless," He stated before he left.

I got started on the living room cleaning up the broken glass and all the beer bottles that sit on the table.

After a few hours, I have finally gotten the house clean from head to toe.

I laid down on the sofa, which smelled like his sweaty ass.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the door opened, and alcohol filled my nose.

"Andrew Dennis Biersack!"

I got off the couch and prepared for what's to come.

~~~Later~~~

I sit there looking down at the ground. I couldn't believe he mad me do that.

"Get the fuck out of my face," He said as he finished buttoning up his pants.

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and my toothpaste.

I poured a heavy amount of mint flavor toothpaste on my brush quickly brushing my teeth to get the taste out.

After I finished brushing my teeth, I walked into my bedroom, throwing myself on the bed once again crying myself to sleep.

~~~The next morning~~~

I wake up with tears straining in my eyes. I slowly climbed out of bed, walking into the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like complete shit. My eyes were bloodshot, and my hair was sticking all over the place.

I had bruises on my neck, and most significantly, I had a fucking headache from where my dad kept jerking me by my hair.

I disgust myself. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the shower, washing my body all over.

~~~At school~~~

"Andy!" I turned to see Bryan running toward me.

I forced a smile and waved. He frowns and shook his head.

"You should show me your real smile," I took hold of my notepad.

"You take what you get, don't complain," I wrote.

"True," He laughed.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulder. I didn't want him to get involved with the critical part of my life.

"What happened to your neck?"

He pulled me to a stop and turned my head to the right.

"And don't say it's nothing because it looks serious as fuck,"

I grabbed my notepad and wrote a quick response.

"Nothing to worry about,"

"Andy!" I shot him a glare.

"Please, I don't want to speak about it,"

I wrote, and he nodded but deep down, I knew he still wants an answer.

I slowly made my way to first period walking in a few seconds before the bell signal.

Everyone stopped talking, and all looked at me. I held my head down as I made my way to my seat.

I could hear a few whispering no idea what they were saying, but I could care less.

"Class, take out your textbooks and turn to page sixty-five. I want you to answer all the odd number,"

I grabbed my textbook and began working. My hands were shaking, and it was hard for me to breathe.

It felt like I was about to be sick. I jumped from my seat and ran out of the classroom and into the hall.

I slide down the wall bringing my hands to my face,

"Andy?" I looked up to see a worried look on Mr. Purdy face.

"Are you okay?" I shook my head.

"Andy look at me,"

He kneels, and I slightly looked up at him. He turned my neck to the side.

"Who did this to you,"

"Stay here,"

He vanishes into the classroom soon returning with my journal. He held the journal out to me.

"Tell me who did this,"

I opened my notebook coming to an empty page and wrote.

"It's not important,"

"It is important. Is this happening at home?"

I couldn't tell him the truth my dad would kill me for sure.

"No," I wrote with a trembling hand.

"Who done it, Andy?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it," The paper stained with tears as I wrote.

"Andy I need to know so that I can help you,"

"I don't need help," I wrote quickly, wiping more tears from my eyes.

"Was it somebody at school?" I shook my head no.

"I'm not allowed to say," I quickly wrote.