Put The Gun Down

Chapter Eight

*Trigger warning*

Andy's POV

Anger took over me and before I could control it, my hand came down across Charlottes' face. She stumbled back, holding her cheek with her left hand. The next few seconds were a blur as I watched Charlotte run out of the studio, tears in her eyes.

I just stood their, emotionless. Although I felt guilty, I was honestly glad to get rid of her. The last thing I needed was help that I didn't want. But now I had another problem on my hands; her big mouth. If Charlotte told anyone, my career and reputation would be ruined.

If my fans found out that I was a fake, they would never look at me the same... they would hate me. I had no idea what to do, I really thought that giving her money would work, it usually did. She didn't even want the recomendation letter... I needed to find another way. 

I decided that it was time to play the victim. Charlotte wanted to help, well that's exactly what she was going to do. To save my ass, I was willing to do anything, even if it meant being sent to a psychiatric hospital.

I knew that it was best to wait it out and give her some space, so I spent the rest of the day at the studio writing ideas for a solo record. I was in the middle of editing one of my new songs when there was a knock at the door, it was the secretary, Cathline.

"Mr. Biersack?" She peeked her head through the door. "What?" I turned around in my chair to face her. "You have a phone call on line eight... and he doesn't sound happy." She gave me an unsure look before closing the door quietly. I hesitantly picked up the phone, pressing the eight.

"This is An-"  I was immediately cut off.

"You listen here, you son of a bitch, I'm going to have your ass arrested! No one puts a hand on my daughter without consequences! How fucking dare you take advantage of her like that, you're a pedophile! And I'm going to make sure the whole fucking world knows, you're ruined, Biersack!"  Then the call ended.

I dropped the phone, knowing that the damage had already been done. I knew that there was nothing I could do now that would fix this. I was ruined, absolutely fucking destroyed. I was going to have nothing but a jump suit and rusty prison cell. 

I grabbed my belongings and walked out of the recording room, I locked the door one last time. I walked passed Cathline's desk on my way out. "Is everything okay, Mr. Biersack?" I nodded, emotionless, and walked out into the snow, I didn't bother to put my coat on.

I drove home on the icy roads in silence, getting home rather quickly. I slowly walked up to my front door, unlocking it and walking into my heated home. I dropped my stuff on the floor, my OCD would usually drive me nuts at a time like this, but I was completely numb.

I wandered over to my bathroom, rumaging through the cabinets. I found an old bottle of oxycodone, which I was perscribed after I had fallen off stage and broke my ribs a while back. There were about eleven left, and I decided to take them all.

I washed the handful of pills down with the remaining bottle of whisky I had in my liquor cabinet. I figured that it would work better if I were asleep, so I sprawled out on my couch and just stared at the door.

Half an hour passed and I could feel my stomach detiorating, I was crying silent tears as pain rushed through my entire body. Just when I felt the pills take over, red and blue lights flashed outside my window. I sleepily smiled before everything went black and I couldn't feel a thing.

A/N: Heyo I finally updated, please dont hate me. Let me know what you think!