A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter Eleven

Five years later.......

I stared up at the fan on the ceiling as I laid on our queen sized bed. The sounds of water hitting the shower walls and floor, a low humming of a uninterpretable tune, and the gentle roll of the ocean lapping at the beach outside our French doors were the only reverberations throughout our one story little summer home.

Thoughts lazily  popped in and out of my head as I waited for the shower to switch off. The sun was slowly rising as I waited, and by the time he came out with a towel around his waist, the light from the windows of the white doors leading outside from our room was blinding me. I raised up my hand to block the light hitting my eyes without mercy so that I could see him properly. I smiled as he ran a hand through his now short, wet, black hair to untangle it. And to torture me with his action.

I let my eyes wonder over him without shame and took in every curve and tattoo. As well as the one small blemish near his appendix, a reminder of the day I almost lost him to death...

"BP 180/110, heart rate rising to 140, where's the surgeon?!"

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Ma'am, we will do everything in our power to get him to stay with us, but you're going to have to go to the waiting room and let us do our job."

I stooped down to quickly kiss Andy's hand then let go and stopped jogging next to them. CC, Jake, Jinxx, Ash and Cye all lined up behind me, watching their best friend be rushed into surgery.

That's when I finally let it all go, I sank to my knees and bent over my stomach, clenching my head hoping that what was happening wasn't real. Then I felt a hand on my back, then another. Seconds later the entire group, minus one, was hugging each other with me in the middle. That's when I remembered the first time we all met and I began to sob even more grossly. I couldn't lose Andy, I just couldn't. It would be all my fault and his fans would find me and murder me for taking away their saviour, the leader of the army, the reason that Black Veil Brides exists... I couldn't believe that I could be so selfish, I just wanted my life to be happy, I didn't want to be in pain anymore. I wanted someone who loved me for who I was, and not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Now I've taken that away from so many others that mattered more than I do.

All of these thoughts ripped me apart as the guys held me, then I started to have a panic attack and I started shaking. Cye, luckily knew the sign of this attack and told everyone to back away. I stood up as soon as they let go of me and I took off running out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but it had to be anywhere but there. Anywhere that didn't involve the my best friend having a bullet in his stomach that might kill him. I couldn't handle it, I had to break something. I knew this was a bad idea, considering I promised Andy that I'd never harm myself again, but I needed to feel something outside of my body to wake my senses. Besides, who's going to tell him?

I made my way to the side of the hospital building and found a spot where no one could find me. Then as I am about to take my first punch of many, I feel someone grab my arm and I round kick with my right foot at whoever grabbed me. As I turn around, I find Cye who had expertly blocked my kick.

"You promised you wouldn't do that any more." He gave me a stern look and I looked down trying not to cry again. I didn't like feeling weak, I had to be strong for Andy, nothing good came from crying. But punching something did.

"If you want to punch something, punch me."

I looked at him shocked. He knows that I can't do that.