Put The Gun Down

Chapter Seven

*The picture above is Charlotte and what she is dressed in for this chapter*

Charlotte's POV

Andy pushed himself away from me as I sat down next to him. "Is there anything I can do?" I was in shock, I had never dealt with anything like this before. "I'm sorry" Andy murmured, his eyes swelled up with tears. "Can I get you something? Anything?" I felt helpless. "No, but you can leave" I nodded and I stood up and walked out of the bathroom. 

I knew that there was nothing more I could do, Andy wanted and needed to be left alone. How am I supposed to help someone who doesn't want to be helped? I tried so hard to be there for him, but what I saw tonight was unbearable. I sleepily wandered back to the living room, using the walls to guide me down the dark hallway.

I folded up the blanket and placed it on the couch, searching for my phone. When I found it, I dialed Uber and requested to be picked up. I looked down the dark hallway and noticed the bathroom lights flickering on and off. I debated to go check up on Andy when a pair of headlights roll up. 

I grabbed my belongings and walked out the front door, climbing into the back of the black SUV. I looked out the window to see Andy's face watching me abandoned him. I regretted it instantly. The ride back to my apartment was long and all I could think about was if Andy was going to be alive tomorrow. If he wasn't, his blood would be on my hands.

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The next morning I awoke to the sound of my cellphone ringing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes in a sleepy haze. I looked at the caller ID, it was Andy. I sighed in relief and picked up the phone quickly, bringing it up to my ear.

"Andy... how are you?" I asked him.

"I need you to come down to the studio, as soon as possible." His voice was stern.

"Of course." I replied, he hung up immediately.

I crawled out of bed, deciding to take a quick shower. I got out, throwing my wet hair in a towel. I put on my yellow button up shirt with my black tie, sliding on my green skirt and sweater over it. i went in my closet and dug out my clogs, placing them on my feet.

I blow dried and straightened my hair, swiping on some mascara and lipstick before heading out. I grabbed my bag and searched for my car keys, but then I remembered that I left my car at the diner the other day, so I had to call yet another Uber.

The ride to the studio was rather quick. I waltzed through the front door, buzzing in. My heels clicked down the long, maze like hallways until I found the door with "Black Veil Brides" engraved in it. I entered to see Andy sitting on the fouton against the wall, he stood up when I entered. 

"Charlotte." He nodded his head towards me professionally. "Andy." I returned the favor. I wasn't sure if I should bring up last night or if he just wanted to forget about it completely, but it's a little hard to forget about something that... vile.

"We need to talk." He said as he gestured for me to sit down. I took a seat on the couch and he stood in front of me, pacing back and forth. "Last night-" He started off  his sentence, but I interupted. "We don't have to talk about that." I reassured him.

"No, we do. What you saw, no one should ever have to see. It was wrong of me to kick you out, especially after all you have done for me-" He paused, searching for the words to say. "And don't get me wrong, I appreciate everything you've done, but, for your sake, I think it's best if I... let you go." His words were shocking.

"What? No! You can't fire me, you don't even pay me!" My blood began to boil. "After everything I've done for you? You need me!" I argued back, Andy had a sad expression on his face. "I know-" He said quietly. "I need you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me that the only reason why I'm alive right now is because of you-" His words pierced my heart.

"If you didn't get into my car the other day, I would have killed myself that night." I genually didn't know what to say. "But you are not responsible for me. You're in fucking hight school, I'm a grown ass man." He ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head. I could tell he was about to lose it.

"Fuck!" He flipped over the office chair, I winced and the loud bang. "Please leave." He sighed, locking eyes with me. "No." I stood defiantly. "Charlotte, please leave. I refuse to let you see me like this any longer." He stepped closer to me, his features enhancing. "I will pay you however much you want, just name a price." He begged.

"I want to help you." I took a step closer to him. "I don't want your help, Charlotte. You need to leave, I'll write you a refrence, I'll do anything. Please, just fucking leave." He was getting angry, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. 

"No amount of money or number of resfrences is going to keep my quiet. If you let me go, I will call the nearest mental hospital and-" Andy's hand came in contact with my face. I stumbled back, my cheek stinging. He had slapped me.

"You will do no such thing, now get the fuck out!" He screamed, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. "Burn in hell, Andy Biersack." I shoved passed him and ran out of the studio, snow drifted down onto me, my tears froze to my cheeks.

I decided then that I didn't care what happened to Andy. He didn't deserve my help, or anyone's help for that matter. I should've listened to my dad when he warned me about rockstars, and I should've listned to Andy when he told me to leave the first time.

A/N: Ugh i feel hopeless writing this story, I know a lot of you like it but I honestly have no idea where to go with it.