A Black Veiled Bride (An Andy Biersack Fan-Fic)

Chapter 5: Andy's P.O.V

I sit here on the bottom bunk across from the chair that Constance was sitting on before she got up and walked into the makeup room and shut the door. I am irritated, but also a little mad at myself for not making this as interesting and fun as it should be. I look around and Hannah is staring at me, eyes shooting poisonous looks at me. Jake is doing something on his phone, Jinxx is awkwardly looking down at the floor and playing with his fingers, and Ashley is sitting there with a huge smile on his face.

I sigh as I hear the door open and I jump up off of the bunk. To my dismay, it is only CC returning from the bathroom. His hair is wet, dripping wet actually, his face is clear of all makeup, and he is dressed in worn out jeans and a black beater. He looks at me and then looks around. He shrugs at me as if to ask, "What happened," but I just shake my head. He understands and walks over to sit in between Jinxx and Ashley again.

I walk back to the bathroom to start taking my makeup off when I hear soft sobs coming from the makeup room. I looked back at the band and Hannah and saw that they were talking and laughing as if I was never in the room. At least Hannah was having a good time with the band, even though she yelled at Constance, because they got to meet us and hang. I don't quite understand, but whatever. I don't need to understand anything, but what is wrong with Constance.

I tap on the door lightly and open it just as she is wiping her face and trying to hide her tears. "May I come in," I ask, noticing smeared makeup, red nose, red eyes, and cheeks with tears running down them.

As she wipes her eyes and nods at me, I walk in and close the door behind me. I pull up a chair next to the one she is sitting in and I sit right next to her. 

She rests her hands on her lap and looks at me. She sniffles and then looks down at her hands. I grab a tissue and hand it to her, hold one of her hands, and look right into her eyes. I search for an answer, but I ask anyway, "What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

She wipes her nose and grips the tissue in case she might need it again. Her hand that rested in mine tightened around my hand and she looked at me, her eyes filled with new tears. Her face told me that there was more than one thing wrong here, but I wasn't sure what.

She held tight to my hand and opened her mouth to say something. She thought about it and closed her mouth again.

I squeezed her hand and assured her, "Everything is going to be okay. What's wrong?" I leaned in closer, only inches away from her face, and whispered, "You can tell me anything. You know that, right? I won't tell a soul and I want to help. Just let me know so I can help."

She sniffled again and finally spoke. Her voice cracked as she said, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's just, I have waited so long to meet you guys and now that it's finally happened, there is joy, but I can't help but be sad due to the terrible things that came with it. I finally meet my heros and my idols and eventually something bad happens. It's not you, or the band. It's all my fault. The overwhelming sensation of you guys and my problems just mash into one and...I don't know...I broke my character. And for that, I am so sorry." She looked back down and started to cry again.

I lifted her chin up to look her in the eye and I asked, "Is it because of the things Hannah was yelling about? Did what she say have anything to do with this?"

She looked at me and said, "No, but one thing she was yelling about is the problem..." She looked away again, avoiding my eyes.

I felt a lump in my throat start to form as I asked the question I was afraid to know the answer to. I opened my mouth and asked, "What was she yelling at you about?"

She looked at me, no longer crying, with sad eyes and took my free hand. She moved the arm warmer and placed my hand over it. I looked down as I saw a tattoo of my face and the words My Hero written below it with two horizontal wounds right above the tattoo. They were not self-inflicted, I knew that much, but I wanted to cry at the thought of someone hurting the tiny woman that sat in front of me.

She looked back down and started to explain, "I had just gotten out of a relationship that she didn't want me in...he was abusive and hated the fact that you were all I ever talked about or thought about. The day that I got the strength to leave, we fought about it. He was going to ruin the tattoo, but knew better than to touch it. He got my arm above it twice and gave me bruises on my side and stomach. Hannah had found the bruises, but, being as clumsy as I am, she believed me when I had told her I fell and hit myself off of my kitchen counter back home. Then, she found the cuts and she put two and two together. She was yelling at me for lying to her and for keeping what he did to me a secret. I didn't want to look weak and I didn't want her to do something she'd regret...so, I lied and kept it a secret. Only she knew, but now, so do you. I trust you with this information and know you won't tell a soul. I'm sorry I told you, though. I hate sympathy, but you asked and I couldn't bare lying to you...not again, anyway..."

My eyes started to sting as they filled with tears. I couldn't believe someone so cruel could hurt a woman as fragile-looking as her. I looked into her eyes, "Not again? What do you mean?"

She looked at me and explained, "The paper had a note on it, but he also put his cell phone number on it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you looked irritated enough already. I really am sorry." She looked down at her free hand and played with the hem of her t-shirt.

I smiled and laughed a little bit, "That's it? Oh, that's fine. I knew he was going to do it to irritate me. You didn't need to lie to me about it. I'll just get him later on, that's all," I said and laughed through the silent tears streaming down my face.

With that, she reached out this time and handed me a tissue. I smiled through tears and wiped my nose. I obviously was making my paint smear, because there was a little on the tissue. I squeezed her hand again and said, "I would never tell a soul."

She smiled widely, the prettiest white smile, and then she leaned in and kissed my cheek. She pulled back, smiling again, and said, "Thank you."

I nodded and looked down my hand that still rested on her wrist. I fixed her arm warmer and stood up. I pushed the chair back into it's origional place and helped her up out of her chair. I smiled, "Now, lets either fix that makeup or take it off," I said and chuckled.

She laughed and said, "Your's, too. You look like a mess. At least you still look good, though. I probably look like a dirty bum."

"Not in the slightest, but we'll wash our faces off, anyway." I smiled, grabbed her hoodie, and hand-in-hand we walked out of the makeup room and into the bathroom.