You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 13 (Carolyn)

Melanie woke up in the morning in a comfortable, warm bed. She remembered last night and smiled. Her and Andy had spent the whole night dancing and, well, making out. She didn't think the guys noticed, since when she checked on them they were all drunk out of their minds. Well, except for Ashley and Skylar, she didn't know where they wandered off to.

Melanie turned in the bed and opened her eyes, only to see a sleeping Andy. She loved the way Andy looked when he slept. His hair was sticking up at odd ends and the innocent expression on his face, god, it made her heart flutter. Melanie snuggled into his chest and took in his scent of sweat, smoke, and Axe. Andy started to stir in his sleep and Melanie kissed him on the forehead.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Morning," Andy murmured, his voice more gravely than usual.

"Can you explain to me why I'm in your bed?" she asked.

"You fell asleep on the couch, and I know from experience your body would've hurt like hell when you woke up. Besides, I wanted a cuddle buddy. 

"Andy?"

"Yeah?" he replied while rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"I was wondering if you could show me what tattoo you got yesterday."

"Only if you show me yours first."

"God, you're such a baby sometimes," Melanie laughed.

Andy pouted at Melanie, looking like a child who was just refused candy.

"Fine! I'll show you my tattoos!"

Melanie carefully took off the bandages that were on her left wrist, showing the tattoo that said 'Never Give In, Never Back Down.'

"Good choice," Andy smiled. Melanie was aware of how Andy thought it was cool when people got Black Veil Brides tattoos.

Melanie undid the bandages  on her right wrist to reveal her tattoo that read 'So hear my voice, remind you not to bleed.' Melanie looked up to see a teary-eyed Andy. She absolutely hated it when he cried. A single tear fell from his right eye, which he swiftly wiped away with his thumb.

"I got it so if you ever weren't there, I'd have this to remind me that you care about me."

"Melanie, I don't just care about you. I love you," Andy said with so much sincerity.

"I love you too, which is why I got one last tattoo," Melanie said as she lifted up her pajama top and removed the bandage on her lower back.

Andy gently traced the music note with his name with his fingers in a similar way to how he did when she showed him her bruises.

"I love it," Andy said, giving Melanie a soft peck on the lips.

"Time to show me yours," Melanie smiled.

Andy slipped off his black t-shirt and removed the bandages from his lower back, exposing a black and white Batman symbol with Melanie's name underneath.

"Andy..." Melanie gasped.

Andy held her face in his hands and kissed her lips. The kiss was passionate and slow at the same time, but then Andy trailed his lips down to Melanie's jawline, causing her to let out a not-so-quiet moan.

"Don't you think the guys will hear us?" Melanie asked him.

"Yeah," he muttered against her jaw.

"We can take this outside you know," Melanie said, "but you'd have to get dressed."

"Fine," Andy grumbled.

Melanie slid out of the bunk and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase. She started to head to the bathroom in order to change. Once she was in the bathroom, she stripped down and took a short shower, but still long enough to let the hot water massage her muscles. Melanie dried of and slipped on a pair of red and black, zebra-printed skinny jeans and a black tank top. She quickly applied eyeliner and mascara and walked out of the bathroom to see a fully-dressed Andy.

"Why'd you put on makeup?" he asked.

"I dunno, I just don't like how I look without it."

Andy closed the five-foot distance between them and lifted her face up with his index finger.

"You don't need makeup, you look perfect without it."

Melanie stared into his eyes and found it hard to breathe for a second. She took Andy's hand and walked outside. They were in another parking lot, so Andy guided Melanie to a brick wall of a building. He backed her up against the wall and stared into Melanie's blue eyes before crashing their lips together. The kiss was passionate and hungry, really hungry, but after a few seconds Melanie froze.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Andy asked.

The only thing that was registering in Melanie's head was that she was up against a brick wall and that a tall, lanky man kissed her. She didn't take in the fact that it was daytime, or that it was Andy, or that he tasted of cigarettes and whiskey, not puke and alcohol.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" Melanie whimpered.

She dropped down to the ground and started shaking. Andy dropped down in front of Melanie and held her face in his hands.

"Melanie, look at me," he said, worry coating his voice.

Melanie slowly looked up, still shaking with whimpers escaping her lips. Her eyes went from his pink lips up to his blue eyes with tears threatening to spill.

"Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention

Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen

I wish to god I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance

Of looking back and knowing why, or pain of circumstance

You're not alone

We'll brave this storm," Andy sang, his voice cracking every so often.

" So here's my song I wrote in time, when it was needed

Through pain of heart or loss of mind, your burdens lifted

You aren't alone just know that I, can't save our hearts tonight

You're not alone

We'll brave this storm

And face today

You're not alone

You're not alone

We'll brave this storm

And face today

You're not alone," Andy finished.

By now Melanie had finally calmed down. She wasn't going to be raped. Andy wasn't the man who raped her. She immediately felt awful, she had scared the crap out of Andy. She probably looked nuts, hell, she probably was. Tears started to form, and soon enough she was crying into her hands.

"Princess," Andy breathed as he wrapped his arms around her, "are you okay?"

"I-I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Princess, why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong," he whispered while gently rubbing her back.

"I-I thought you were him. I t-thought you were going to r-rape me. I'm s-sorry," Melanie stuttered.

"You don't have to be sorry. You went through a traumatic experience. You're bound to have bad memories about it."

"I think I'm going crazy. I'm scared Andy," Melanie murmured.

"You aren't crazy. No matter what happens, I will be here for you. I won't let that poor excuse for a man come near you, and if I find him, I'll beat the crap out of him."

"I love you Andy," Melanie whispered.

"I love you too. Come on, let's get back on the bus, okay?"

Melanie nodded and slowly got off of the ground. Once Andy got up as well, they made their way towards the bus.

Melanie hoped that she wouldn't run into the guys. She didn't want to have to explain why she looked like crap. She had dealt with so many people throughout her life saying she was crazy. She didn't want her friends to thing that too.

NOTE: Sorry it took me so long to update. My schedule has been packed. I think I may only be able to update once a week. I wish I'd be able to update more, but the only time I'll have to write is during study hall and a little bit on the weekends. I love you duckies!