My Brother's Andy Biersack?

Chapter 11

He had a sick smile on his face as he looked at me. He moved his hand to put it in his pocket and I flinched. I mentally face-palmed myself. This man couldn’t hurt me anymore. I had no reason to fear him.

“Can I help you?”

“What? No, “Hello daddy”?”

“You are not my father, nor have you ever been my father.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that.”

“Be like what? Pissed off that you had the balls to show up here after what you did to me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said nonchalantly.

“Bullshit. You know what you’ve done to me; all the pain you’ve caused me. The only reason I’m still here is because of the people living in this house. They are my true family, not you.”

“Well, if you feel that way about it then maybe I shouldn’t tell you what happened.” He had an evil smirk on his face.

“What happened? Why did you come here?”

“I came here to tell you that Dylan died.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“When?” I managed to choke out.

“A few days ago. Doctors say he died from a blow to the head.”

It all clicked.

“What did you do to him, you sick son of a bitch?!”

He held up his hands in surrender, “I didn’t do anything at all.”

At this point Andy had heard me yelling and was standing behind me.

“What’s going on?” he said.

“This bastard killed my brother!”

“Wait, what?”

“I didn’t kill Dylan, Olivia. The funeral’s in two days. Amanda expects you to be there.”

With that my ‘father’ walked off.

I couldn’t breathe. It was like all the air from my lungs had been sucked out. I collapsed. Luckily, Andy caught me before I hit the ground. He looked into my eyes and asked me if I was okay.

“He…he’s dead. Dylan’s dead.”

Andy pulled me close and whispered that everything would be okay.

Suddenly I exploded.

“How will everything be okay?! The one person I could go to when he hit me is dead. And he’s the one who killed him. He killed Dylan and I wasn’t there to stop him,” I paused, “I have to go, Andy. I have to go to the funeral.”

“I know, Olivia. Do you want me to come with you?”

I thought about it. If Andy went with me there would be a smaller chance of my ‘father’ trying to hurt me. But, then again, if he did go with me he would probably see a side of me I didn’t let anyone see. But Andy was my brother so I guess it didn’t really matter and, besides, he had already seen me at what I thought was my worst.

“Would you?”

“Of course I will. We’ll drive to the airport tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.”

I managed a weak smile, “Okay.”