Andy Biersack.... My Step-Brother? (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 25: Rebecca

     Why does Andy always feels so entitled to how I should be feeling. How I should handle things. How I should act towards this situation. I'm done feeling like I'm constantly being babysat all the damn time. Don't you have something better to do than bitch to me about my problems? It's getting to the point where I barely want to talk to him anymore. His constant remarks such as "Don't worry Becca, I'm here to protect you!" or "That scumbag's gonna pay for what he did, nobody hurts my Becca like this." I love him but for gods sake can he not act like the world's falling apart every fucking second. I know I should quit complaining about my super supportive boyfriend and be thankful that I have him in he first place and not Juliette. But I am an adult and I'm going to act like an adult, and if Andy wants to keep treating me like I'm some damsel in distress, then he's got another thing coming.
     After breakfast I felt like I needed some time to myself and have some pampering time. Yknow, a girls day, but just for... uh... me. Either way, I wasn't going to let Andy bring me down anymore. I thought for once I'd do something for me. Looking under the sink of my bathroom I found a couple face masks that I had been saving for the past month. Thought maybe Andy and I could have a 'At Home Spa Day'. That never happened, clearly. So what better day than today to use them! Before applying my face mask, I slipped into my super silky pjs, that I absolutely love. And it was time to spend some time with myself.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

     "Hey Becca, are you in there?" Andy's voice vibrated through my door. I had fallen asleep for what felt like only a couple minutes but was actually a few hours. Getting up from my bed my face mask fell off and slapped right on the floor. As I was picking it up, Andy opened the door. 'So much for a me day' I thought to myself.
     "Yes Andy." I said while crossing my arms as the face mask dripped. Andy's eyes looked directly at it in disgust. "Something I can help you with?" He shook his hand. "There's something I want you to hear." He paused, "you might want to put on some clothes first." Saying as he chuckled. I rolled my eyes. "I'll be out in a second." I shooed him out and closed the door. Finally throwing away that god awful face mask, I put my clothes and makeup on. I walked out to the living room and I saw Nixon sitting on our couch.
     "Uh hi Nixon, what are you doing here?" "Actually Andy invited me over." That didn't sound suspicious at all. "Is that so?" I said while raising one brow at Andy. "Don't worry Becca, we can all get along." Andy said while bringing over some beers for Nixon and I. "Of course not, it's a pleasure to have you Nixon." I said smiling. "I wish I came here on better circumstances, but there's something you need to know." My smile began to fade. "So the other day, well more like a week ago, I got a call from you. As I normally do when you want to talk. But I was super busy and couldn't pick up, and this wouldn't be a big deal but um.... there was a voicemail. And you don't ever leave voicemails but I thought I'd listen to it anyways. And gosh, how do I put this. It wasn't from you exactly." Nixon took a deep breath in.
     "It was CC. And, well just listen for yourself." Nixon grabbed his phone and began to play the voicemail. You could hear CC clear as day. As the voicemail continued, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Andy grabbed my hand and mouthed 'are you okay?' and I nodded 'yes'. Nixon wanted to stop the recording but I wanted to hear it, all of it. Every second of that recording was seconds of my life that I couldn't remember. I wanted to know, no matter how painful it was to listen to. I could hear every sheet rip, bed creek, slap, scratch, moan, and cry from that recording. He treated me like I was nothing. Nothing but an objects for his own pleasure and fantasy.
     Once we were nearing the end of the recording, CC said heavily breathing "I hope you enjoyed it Rebecca, because I know I did." My heart dropped. I know I didn't want anything to do with this. I know I complained about wanting help. But this... this was nothing I ever expected. It's almost as if he wanted to get caught, right? Or why else would he record it, and have a little ending sign off before hanging up. "There's one more thing." Nixon put his hand on my thigh. "There's another voicemail." Andy whipped his head looking dead at Nixon. "What do you mean there's more? I swear to god, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" Andy shot up in rage and head straight for CC's room. Nixon grabbed my hand and held me down. He knew I'd chase after him. Andy threw open the door and began breaking everything CC owned. TV, computers, pictures, throwing his whole bed across the room, breaking everything and anything he could.
     "Nixon, can you play it. I want to listen." Nixon swallow. "Are you sure?" I nodded. Nixon opened his phone once again, and played the second voicemail. "Hey uh Nixon, I didn't mean to call you or leave that voicemail. Just a tad mistake, could you do me a solid and delete it? I really didn't mean for things to get out of control. I didn't hurt her, I promise. She wanted this, it was all consensual. You know Becca's been waiting to break up with Andy and we just couldn't wait. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we couldn't wait to start our life together, as a family. Andy wasn't quite satisfying her needs anyways. I really hope you can understand our predicament."

And the voicemail cuts out.