A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

Sex Type Thing

Alright, before I start I want to say something... I DON'T KNOW ANDY BIERSACK PERSONALLY! (From what I've heard, he seems like a really nice guy. Then again that's what PR is for, so who knows!) LOL

But, with that being said, these next 2-3 parts are kind of 'off the wall'. ALL men have a dark side and this is just the one I envisioned for his character. A story's no good without some drama! And here's another sex warning for the faint of heart.

So, PLEASE, don't load it up with hate comments... cause I don't care.

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We were all hanging out and drinking with some of the guys from Asking Alexandria after the show. I already had a little buzz, but Andy was drunk off his ass!

We milled around the area and talked to different people until we were separated from each other; but when one of us saw the other again, we wore a big smile, a telling look of anticipation for the end of the night. We had planned to party hard, get drunk, have fun, then cuddle up and finish our own party in bed.

I had to use the bathroom and used the one in AA's bus, as I stepped back out Ben stopped me to talk; nothing was happening, not even any contact, just a friendly conversation.

I glanced over at Andy while Ben rambled on and I smiled at him again; honestly I really wasn't paying attention to what Ben was saying, I was thinking about Andy and how he seemed a little agitated.

I don't know what set him off.....

A few minutes later he rushed up to us with a purpose, he grabbed my arm and dragged me away; "Andy, what's wrong?", I fearfully asked.

He said nothing as he pulled me towards their bus; once inside, he drug me to the backroom and flung me in before him. I was scared.

He slammed the door and shoved me against it, pinning my arms above my head. He crashed his lips into mine hard, hard enough that my lip was cut on my teeth and started to bleed; I turned my face away, which was a mistake, he then bit my neck and I whimpered in pain.

"Please stop!", I cried.

He jerked my head back towards him, with rage filled eyes glaring at me, he growled, "YOUR MINE!"

He ripped my shirt open and squeezed my breast until I cried out in pain again; he raised his hand and I cowered away thinking he was going to hit me, but he only grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed.

He jerked my pants down, and forced himself inside me. "Andy, nooo!", I begged and pleaded, but I couldn't fight him off; he was too strong for me.

When he finished, he rolled off of me and was out before his head hit the pillow. I laid there, tears silently streaming down my face, afraid to move or make a sound. Why did he do this? What did I do?

I stayed awake the rest of the night, staring at the ceiling; I listened to the others come in and crash and get up again, until I got the nerve to get up myself.

The sun was up and he was still out cold, I knew I could safely leave the room without waking him; I threw on my clothes and sneaked out.

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It's really short, but it got the point across.

Listening to Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots