To Die For (Sequel To Lost It All) {5} [COMPLETED]

Chapter 147: My Son Is Dead

Chapter 147: My Son Is Dead

Andy's POV

I woke up, still a little groggy. I quickly shot up and looked around, hoping everything was a dream, but a sharp pain in my arm made me realize that this wasn't a dream. I was in the hospital. I just had surgery. I got shot in the arm. Brandon got shot. Brandon is dead. My son is dead. 

I quickly pressed the nurse button, hoping she would give me an answer. Hoping I dreamed that part and he is at least in critical condition, fighting for his life. That he is still alive. A nurse rushed in but had a confused look on her face when she saw there was nothing wrong.

"Yes Mr. Biersack?"

"What happened to my son, Brandon Biersack?" I asked, clinging onto my last bit of hope. 

"He died before the ambulance even got to him." She said and I started sobbing. She tried to comfort me but I just pushed her away so she left. I sobbed for a good hour before falling back asleep. This can't be real.

***

I woke up when a nurse came in to change the dressing on my arm. I just wanted to die. I wanted to be dead. I don't want Brandon to be dead, he still had so much life left for him. He has a wife and children that still need him. You shouldn't outlive your children, it's just not right. The nurse left and I was alone again.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh FUCK!" I screamed, pounding my fists on the bed. How am I going to break the news to everyone? To Bailey? To Alex? Oh god, to Blade? I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone from the tray next to me. There were so many missed calls from Alex, Blade and Bailey. Fuck. I dialed the only person I could think of to help me with this.

"Hello?" Jake answered.

"Hey, I need your help."

"What's up?"

"Well, I was taking a walk with Brandon, and we got shot."

"What! Are you guys okay?"

"I'm fine, I just got shot in the arm. But Brandon..." I trailed off, starting to cry again.

"What happened to Brandon?"

"H-He died. In my arms. On the sidewalk."

"Oh my god, Andy, are you okay?"

"No, I'm not. But, I need your help to tell Alex."

"Oh my god, she's going to be so heartbroken."

"I need you to bring her to the hospital so that I can tell her. I'm in room 211."

"No problem, I'll be right there."

"Thank you so much." I said and hung up. I started crying again. God, will I ever stop? I fucking hate this.

***

I heard a knock on the door and turned off the TV. 

"Come in!" I called, knowing exactly who it was. God, this is going to be hard.

"Oh my god, Andy! Are you okay?" Alex asked.

"I'm fine."

"My dad wouldn't tell me what happened! Is Brandon okay? Where is he?" She asked and I started to tear up, fuck. She sat down on the edge of my bed and I bit my lip.

"We were walking and this guy came around the corner and fired his gun at us. I got shot in the arm, but they removed the bullet and it didn't hit anything important so I'm going to be just fine. Brandon got shot in the stomach and in the chest. I started applying pressure to his wounds to stop the bleeding and called 911." I stopped and took a deep, shaky breath. I looked at Alex and saw worry on her face, tears pooling in her eyes. Jake was sitting on the other side of my bed and started rubbing my back. Fuck, fuck, fuck.