Help Me Heal, An Andy BiersackxReader BVB Love Story

Chapter 3

“Rise and shine, Black Veil Losers!” You jolt awake to one of the same men entering the room, swinging the door wide open obnoxiously and making a scene of it.

The others sit up hurriedly as well, caught off guard by the sudden entrance. You look up at the intruder- you think you recognize him as B. Another man shuffles in behind him and closes the door- C. He carries a plate of food in his hand, but not much is on it- obviously they’re cruel enough to give you meager portions.

You turn your attention to Ashley as he growls, “What do you want, jerk?” The others all glare at the two captors, not caring about the food at all.

“We brought you some food. We want to keep our prisoners alive, now,” B replies, gesturing for C to put the plate down. You peer over at the contents- 1 scrambled egg and 1 small piece of sausage. It must be breakfast time- you guys seem to have slept a while-but there’s not much for six empty stomachs. Alive? You sure about that?

“Really? That’s all you’re going to give us?” CC complains, reaching forwards. Jake slaps his hand away.

“Be grateful you get anything at all. Let’s get out of here.” B turns around and opens the door.

“Wait-“ You say, hoping to get some answers before he leaves.

“What do you want, pipsqueak?” He asks, turning around his shoulder around to face you. His cold black eyes stare into your soul, making cold sweat dribble beads on your forehead. You’re not sure why you spoke up at all. All of the members of BVB are looking at you expectantly.

“W-Wh…” You stammer.

“Get it out, fool!” B demands. “Don’t have all day!”

“Um…why are we here?”

He simply glares at you, conscience-lacking pupils intimidating your every thought process. “I mean…why do you hate them? Why I am I here? I’m just a fan.”

“Ran-“ C begins, but B cuts him off.

“That information is classified,” he states rudely as he shoves C out the door and slams it behind them. The last thing you hear is the grinding sound of a lock turning and footsteps pounding down the hallway.

“That took guts, kid.” Jinxx is the first to speak, reaching for the plate and receiving a whiny look from CC. Silently he begins to pick apart the egg with his fingers, separating it into six portions and doing the same with the sausage.

You brush some hair back behind your ear. “It sounds like they were about to say ransom.”

“So they kidnap us for a bunch of money because they hate us?” Ashley wonders aloud. “Something about that seems…off. And where would they get it anyway?” Jinxx leans forward to hand everyone their extremely small breakfast portion. Is this seriously all they’re going to feed us? You wonder as you eat.

“Well, there’s always Jon. He has a bunch of money stored up in the bank,” CC replies. You’re briefly confused until you remember that Jonathan Syverson is the tour manager. And they are- well… were on tour. “What do you think, Andy?”

All eyes turn to the man still huddled in the corner, keeping to himself. Black hair still hangs over his eyes, but it doesn’t hide the dried blood from the cut on his left cheek, and his smudged eyeliner and warpaint. Andy seems to be more affected by this than all of us. But then again…he did lose Juliet. He doesn’t respond, staring at the ground and

seemingly stuck in his own little world.

“Andy?” CC repeats, cautiously putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Still no response. The conversation that was at hand is temporarily forgotten as the drummer coos at him. “Andy…we have food…” He waves the egg and sausage in front of his face, but that still doesn’t work. “Are you not hungry?” He still doesn’t answer.

The rest of them exchange looks. From what you can judge, they’ve never seen their frontman so upset. “Hey…Andy…we’re here for you, bud,” Jake speaks up, sitting next to him and putting his arm around Andy. “Please let us help you. Eat the food. Talk to us.” It makes you happy to see Jake being so kind. Finally, Andy lifts up his tear-stained face, crumpled expression and watering eyes.

“I don’t want the food.” His deep voice cracks and wavers, catching you off guard. You can see he’s trying desperately not to cry again, but it’s not working very well.

“Come on, Andrew,” Ashley takes his attempt. He gently grabs the food from CC and holds it close to Andy’s mouth. He simply shakes his head, clamping his mouth shut. “You have to eat sometime. We haven’t had anything since before the show…well, except for the beer I had backstage.”

It’s clear that there’s nothing to be done. Ashley places the food to the side. “Just in case you change your mind, it’s right here.” All of you turn away, looking at each other once again.

“What do we do now?” You bring up the question, partially thinking aloud. “We’re kidnapped for ransom; they want the money from Jon, Andy won’t eat. Should we try to escape?”

“I don’t think so,” says Jinxx. “If we try, they might revoke the ransom and decide to hurt us, or even kill us.”

“Jon loves us like his own sons. He won’t abandon us,” CC adds confidently.

“He’ll bail us out of this mess, maybe he’ll bring the police.” Ashley also says. “We’ll just have to be patient and wait it out.”

You nod your head, making eye contact with Jake. “Sounds like a plan.”