The Mortician's Daughter: An Andy Biersack love story

Chapter Three: threats and ridiculous clothing

"Babe, whats going on? youve been in there for twenty minutes and I need you..." Ugh, I knew exactly what he needed me for and it wasnt happening, id held against him for this long... I pulled my sweater sleeves down, pulling my thumbs through the holes in the sleeves. "Uh, Chris im coming out now and I was just... uhh..." I ran out of excuses, I shouldnt have to do this, it wasnt as if Chris would give a shit, he'd go smoke a joint and forget it ever happened.

Pushing away the unit I opened the door to see him stood there, covering a section of his pants, I inwardly vomited and pushed him lightly out of my bedroom. "Chris im really tired and I have to get up early tomorrow." He frowned "You use the same fucking excuse every time" he muttered as he slammed my front door behind him, still covering his pants. Wandering into the living room, I switched on Kerrang! (I might have hacked my tv to play english programmes... oops) and heard the first notes of an awesome song blast through the room, I cursed my dad for his love of soccer and surround sound and turned it down. The neighbours would kick off... I swayed and shut my eyes, picturing where my hands would go to create the chords on my guitar. My drama and music teachers thought I should do something with my talents, my instruments, voice and acting... apparently I had 'potential' I didnt think so... my instruments were a way for me to lose myself in more 'constructive' ways. I loved music, it was the only thing I could concentrate on, I sang, played piano, guitar, bass, violin and a little drums, I guess you could say music was my drug, you wouldnt be lying.

I tuned back into what Johnny Doom was saying "Tomorrow, we have a special guest, Its ANDY BIERSACK EVERYBODY! Make sure to tune in the channels playing it too, to get a visual of him and his band, Black Veil Brides!" I smiled, another band for me to check out, I made a habit of it for my friends dad, the record producer, John Feldman, he was awesome personified, he had started gathering names and faces for a band his daughter, my adopted sister, Saph, and I were setting up. So far we had, Saph on drums, myself on lead vocals and bass and a guy called Adrian on guitar. The bare bones of a band, we had been working on demos and stuff already, Adrian was my partner in duets and going on tour with Chris was experience for me, for when we became famous... haha, not really possible, but we all had dreams, and big ones. My phone vibrated from my jeans pocket, I looked at it and grinned, we had scored a place as a supporting act in Warped Tour. Hey, it was something, the first step in the right direction. I called Saph and linked Adrian into the call "W- wass happ'nin'" Adrian slurred, I laughed as Saph commented chirpily "Awwh, did we wake baby Adrian?" I suppressed a laugh and ended up snorting, earning a laugh from Saph and a groan from Adrian. "yea' y'did wassup?" I relayed the news, I think it woke Adrian up, because by the time I had finished he was whooping and probably rushing to get dressed and come celebrate... Adrian loved to party, we were the main attraction for all of them and whenever we performed it left us all breathless. I said goodbye and put the phone down. Enjoying a moment or two jumping around my sitting room I sang and along to My Chemical Romances Na Na Na, this tune was so energetic you had no choice but to jump around, moshing a little. My phone vibrated, revealing a text from Christofer... "I'll be there in a sec baby... to finish what we started earlier ;)" I abruptly stopped, hovering over my phone... what did he mean? nothing had been started... Oh God... he meant THAT I knew he wouldnt let me get away with it forever... I quickly texted Saph and Adrian letting them know that Chris was causing shit and to not bother coming around, my best bet would be to lock up and pretend to be asleep so when he arrived he wouldnt be able to get inside the house. Adrian texted back as soon as he recieved the message "Im on my way... ill kick his scrawny ass, I swear..." I chuckled, as a knock sounded on the door, certain it was Chris, I bounded upstairs and heard Adrian shout "let me in Faye!" I sighed in relief and undid the deadbolt, allowing him to come inside, he enveloped me in a hug, making me end up with a face full of fleecy footies. I pulled away, raising my eyebrows at his getup. He shrugged it off and locked the door behind him.

"So, wheres the bastard?" I laughed, it was so easy to get along with Adrian, he was a funny guy who liked making people laugh, but he was also one of those guys you didnt want to mess with, or you risked weeks in an infirmary. "I honestly dont care... if he thinks anythings happening he can take a running jump..." I muttered, Adrian nodded, then stopped, adopting a serious expression. "If you hate him so much, why dont you finish him and move on with your life?" He said, looking directly into my eyes. I shrugged, it wasnt that easy, I didnt want to hurt anyone, not even Chris. Changing the topic, I said "Anyway, how the hell did you get here that fast? Did you break every speeding law in existence trying to save my ass?" He nodded briskly "And now im outta gas too..." he ruffled my hair, I glared at him jokily and pushed him into a wall chuckling. "Awwh," I put a hand to my chest, pretending to be flattered "all for little ol' me." He busted up laughing, bowing at the waist he said, in a mock english accent obviously trying to take the piss out of mine "of course m'lady" I hit him upside the head and collapsed onto the sofa, He followed suit, sending me flying into the air, he laughed, earning him his umpteenth glare of the evening.

A vigorous knocking sounded at the door, I clutched Adrians arm, waiting for it to quieten down. It didnt. "Babe?! lemme in!" I scoffed, that was NOT the way to get a girl to let you into her home. Especially if she knew exactly what you wanted... and didnt feel the same... I knew I had to cut it off with him... but I just couldnt... after the pain I had suffered in my life I couldnt stand to see or cause others pain. He hit the door again, letting out a stream of profanities as there was no answer, Adrian was glaring at the door and I trembled as I curled up on the edge of the sofa, earphones in, music blasting. My phone vibrated, revealing a message from one of my celebrity friends, Brendon Urie, it read, "Hi you okay? its been a while since I saw your ass :P" I chuckled despite myself, Brendon was a notorious flirt and when I flirted back a little, some part of me meant it, what? You cant blame a girl, he was hot. Not really my type but it was nice to be noticed by other guys. I messaged back "Yeah, I know right? We'll have to meet up next time im in Vegas xx" He texted back almost as soon as it sent, I was glad of the distraction, "Definately, then maybe we can go to the club I wanted to show you last time but Chris wouldnt let me, youd have a better time with me, I promise ;)" I laughed quietly, Brendon knew nothing more would come from our flirting but Chris turned an angry shade of beetroot whenever I saw him. He was the jealous type, Brendon was right, I did have a better time with him, he didnt push me for sex or get high and expect me to play nurse. Dont get me wrong, he got high, but he was funny as fuck when he was, hed sit for hours screaming at a disco light or dressing up. "Definately, speaking of Chris... im debating a split, hes being a jackass. Majorly. xx" I sent back. He messaged a shocked/ angry face thing that I didnt bother responding to. Adrian was on the edge of the sofa, looking like he wanted to tear Chris apart. I got his attention and shook my head "no" he nodded and sighed, settling back into his seat. Chris yelled once more "Bitch, I could have any other girl, but I chose you, you should be begging for me, instead you cower in a corner, preserving yourself, for who I dont know!" He stormed off, leaving me with a pissed off, yet ridiculous looking Adrian, I couldnt take him seriously in his footies, he looked so childish. Yet there he was, in footies, restraining himself against beating Chris to a pulp.

I had to finish this, soon.