Put The Gun Down

Chapter Nine

Charlotte's POV

I drove back to my apartment in a state of shock, tears still frozen to my cheeks. I knew exactly what I had to do in order to get back at Andy. When I arrived back to my apartment, I noticed a familiar car parked in the parking garage. I got to my apartment as quickly as possible to find my dad standing outside.

"Charlotte, finally- what happened?" My dad approached me, examining my cheek which still stung like a bitch. "Nothing, I'm find. Just wind burn." I pushed his hands away as I unlocked my door. "It was that Biersack kid, wasn't it? Dammit I knew he was no good. What did he do?" He began to pace my living room floor.

My dad was a large man, almost as tall as Andy. He had light brown hair with kind, hazel eyes. "I told you, nothing. Why are you-" He cut me off in an angry rage. "Dammit Charlotte, tell me! What did he do?" He screamed, there was not doubt that my neighbors heard him. "He hit me! Okay? I got involved in something that I shouldn't have and I didn't listen, so he hit me." I broke down completely, falling back on my couch.

"Why are you even here?" I sobbed. "To warn you about him, I knew something wasn't right with him the minute I met him. I've been hearing crazy things about that man and I don't trust him. You need to quit your internship." He was clearly worried, he took a seat next to me on the couch.

"No need to worry about that, he fired me today." I shook my head at my own stupidity. "How am I ever going to get into UCLA?" I sighed, sitting back on the couch. "He isn't going to get away with this." My dad mumbled, standing up. "Dad, where are you-" He interuppted me. 

"I'm gonna head home, just stay here for now. We'll figure something out, and you will get into UCLA no matter what it takes. I love you hun, I'll see you later." And with that, my dad was gone. I sat back on my couch, and decided to continue my paper, I was going to expose Andy for who he truly was.

Andy's POV

I woke up in what looked like a hospital room, accept there were no windows or furniture besides a hospital bed and a heart monitor. I felt like I was going to be sick so I tried to lean over, but I realized that I was handcuffed to the bed.

The door opened, a police officer and a doctor entered. "Ah, Mr. Biersack..." The doctor flipped through the papers attached to his clipboard. "I can tell you're confused, that is normal after an overdose-" My eyes widened. "Overdose?" I asked regretably.

"Yes, you were found near dead in your home late last night. Officers found you just in time. We had to pump your stomach and you had to digest charcoal... that is probably why you're feeling sick." The doctor stated,  he continued.

"Um however, you are being moved to another hospital, one where you can await your sentence." His words confused me even more. "Sentence?" The officer finally spoke up. "You were arrested for assault, your hearing is tomorrow." Just then, I began to remember.

"I slapped her..." I whispered out loud. The officer and doctor just stood there awkwardly as I began to break down. "I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear!" I pleaded, tears stung my eyes. "My fans can't know about this, please don't let this get out!" I was having a full fledge panic attack.

"We're sorry Mr. Biersack, but that isn't our job. We're just here to keep you safe... from yourself." I couldn't hold the tears back. "Please, no. I'm fine, just let me go home." I shook my head. "I think it's time we transport him to the psychiatric hospital." The doctor murmured to the officer who nodded in agreement. 

The officer approached me and unlocked my handcuffs, giving me a deathly glare. "I promise I didn't mean to hurt her-" I cried as he forcefully pulled me out of the bed, handcuffing my hands behind my back and escorting me out of the room. "Enough with the excuses, only a piece of shit puts his hands on a woman." The cop whispered in my ear.

As we reached the hospital entrance, I saw a crowd of reporters standing outside with camera's. "Please, I can't go out there. They can't know-" I begged as the cop forced me through the doors, holding the handcuffs in one hand and pushing my back with the other. 

Camera's flashed and voices shouted over one another. "Andy, is it true that you hit your intern?" "Andy, over here!" "Andy did you really try to kill yourself?" "Andy, what will your fans think?" "Andy why did you assault her?" The crowd was too overwhelming, I broke free from the officer, falling down the steps of the hospital.

"I love her! I hate myself! I love her... I hate myself..." I cried as the officer rushed to my side, reporters circled around me and snapped as many pictures as they could. The officer yanked me up off of the ground. He threw me into his patrol car, slamming the door on me. I lashed out and smacked my head against the window, screaming at myself internally for letting this happen.