*Saviour* An Andy Biersack OneShot

"Haha I know! I can't believe I got accepted either!"

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart!"

"I know! I can't wa-"

Silence. A deafening silence.

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I woke up to someone shaking me gently.

"Angel! Angel, please wake up!" There were tears running down my face.

"Hun, it's okay. I'm here."

"I...had...that...dream again," I somehow managed to choke out between sobs. Great. I fell asleep on his couch again.

"Shhh love, it's alright. I'm right here," his voice was always so soothing.

We sat for a few minutes, his arms around me, my face in his chest, sobbing.

This is why I love Andy. He's always so calm, and sweet. He's there when I need him, no matter what. Even when he's on tour, as long as he's not on stage, he'll drop what he's doing to answer my calls. I know that he's never do anything to hurt me. Unlike Jerry.

I met Andy about two years ago. My best friend Taylor and I went to a Black Veil Brides concert over the summer. By some mirical, she managed to get us backstage to meet the band. A few days later they called us up and asked us to hang out. Of course we said yes. And ever since then we've all been like best friends...well except for Taylor. But that's another story.

I mean, Jerry used to be the perfect boyfriend. He would show up on time to every date, never cancelled, not even once. He had the gentlist touch. But after Grandpa Jeffery died, and I moved in with Jerry, he changed. He didn't care anymore.

"Shit, is it seriously 11 already?" I asked, looking up and over Andy's shoulder.

"Yeah wh-" I cut him off before he could finish asking.

"Jerry's gonna kill me. Drive me?"

"Please don't go. I don't want him to hurt you again," he gave me the saddest look I'd ever seen on anyone before.

Yup. That's right. Jerry's always getting either piss drunk, or high off his ass. Then hits me. Well...more like pumbles the shit out of me lately. That's why I'm always at Andy's as often as I can be.

"Andy, you know I don't want to, but I have to. If I don't it's just gonna be worse when I do."

Oh,I really do love him, but how am I supposed to leave Jerry? I mean, he was the only person that took me in after... I know the boys offered, but I couldn't live with one of them while I had a boyfriend. I know he doesn't always treat me right, but deep down, I know he loves me, even if he doesn't always show it.

"Alright. But promise me you'll call me as soon as he tries anything?" he grabbed his keys and headed for the car.

"I promise. Andy?" By now we were sitting in the car.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Ang."

Our love wasn't the 'lovey-dovey' type of love. It was the kind of love that a family shares. Andy was always there when I needed him, never wanting to see me hurt, just like how a big brother would be with his little sister.

Him and the guys are the only family I've got. All my friends left me that winter. Even my parents packed up and flew to who-knows-where.

Before I got out of the car, I reached over and gave Andy one of those awkward car hugs.