The Mortician's Daughter: An Andy Biersack love story

Chapter 11: Heartache

~*Faythe*~

"What?" I leaned forward as Andy looked at me, anger flashing through his eyes, we both whispered in synchronisation "Chris" andy muttered a few choice words and stormed away, the walls I had built crumbled. He was just as innocent in what had happened as I was, some part of me was ecstatically happy at that, no, all of me was. Shock coursed through my veins at the realisation, causing my knees to crumple and I ended up in a heap on the floor.

~*Andy*~

I headed straight for the NeverShoutNever bus, anger pushed its way through my veins as he opened the door, my fist flew, connecting with his nose, warm blood trickling down his shocked face "You fucking bastard, where is the letter I wrote for her?" He grinned smugly, my fist wiped it away as soon as it was fixed to his idiotic face. I hated this motherfucker. "Tell me, are you jealous because she loves me and refused any physical contact with you? Or are you jealous of my achievements? Because, neither my relationship nor my success will ever sit in your stupid fucking hands, you had her and let her slip away like water, I know what it feels like to lose her, and that taught me to hold onto her with everything inside me. She deserves better than you, even me, but shes happy with me, happier than she ever was with you, get your idiotic head around that and let her go." I punched him some more and began to pull out his drawers, everything, to find her letter. Eventually I found it and stepped around his body, curled around his face, he mumbled "You hit my face, asshole" I smirked "I probably just made it look better anyway." I turned and left him, heading back to Faythe.

I flung open her bus door, to see her sat with her head in her hands. "I guess you wont want this then, considering you hate me so much now and all, but this is what I wrote, not that pile of shit, either way, nothing in this letter stands anymore. I doubt that it would work out anyway. Dont speak to me, unless you have something important to say." I threw the letter onto the sofa and slammed her bus door shut behind me.