Fuck you. (Andy Biersack fanfiction)

Chapter 7

//JESS P.o.v

Darkness surrounded me, I turned my heavy body around and found nothing but the darkness. I find my legs grow weak then fall to the ground. What happened to me? I need to know where I am!

"Jessie..." I hear a familiar deep voice. I know that voice, it feels like home. "Please wake up..."

I try to speak but nothing will come out. My eyes tear up because Whoever this person is I feel that I must answer. Thy are important I know it...I love this person! I know it!

"Don't leave us...or me..."

I cry out but only silence escapes my lips. I have no idea what I should do to answer this dear person. There voice is comforting and familiar. I feel so helpless right now. Fuck my life.

I slowly start to hear a strange beeping sound that matches my heart beat.

"She's awake!" I hear some one say. I can't move or do anything but i feel people touching my arms and legs which is weird. My heavy eyelids eventually open revealing a room with rushing people around me. Looks like I'm in a hospital. I try to move but my body refuses to move a single muscle. My eyes scan the room, I was definitely in the hospital there was machines hooked up to my body. I could only move my neck.

"Now honey, take baby steps try to move everything in place." One nurse says to me with quiet blu eyes. I nod then about minutes later I start to move again like a human.

"Don't move too much ok be careful." I nod again. I wasn't in the talking mood. "So your boyfriend has been here forever, I will let him see you now." She smiles. Boyfriend? What even happened?! The lady comes in with Andy. Ah yes I remember Andy!

"I'll let you two be." She leaves. Andy approaches me and surprisingly takes me into his arms. His embrace was warm and sweet.

"A-Andy..." My eyes start to tear up and I realize I'm crying my eyes out.

"Hey what's wrong?" His voice was soft and he wiped my tears away gently.

"What happened to me? Why am I here?" I pile him up with my many questions.

He takes my hand and I look down at his. His knuckles were bruise purple plus there were cuts on his knuckles too. "You know your ex boyfriend, Seth?" He asks and I nod. "Well you went over to get your stuff and he-well he kinda hurt you..." He places his hand on my stomach and I wince in pain. I feel it myself I can feel a hard bruises on them. "Plus your face..." He touches the side of my eye. I felt a scab there which sucked bad.

"And your head. You had to get stitches." He sighs. Then it hits me.

I came over to get my dead mothers necklace and my old pictures. He got mad and snapped he yelled at me and abused me. Last thing I remember was a door opening hard then someone yelling but I passes out before I heard the whole person.

I start to bawl my eyes out. Andy rubs my back and tries to comfort me. "Don't cry, I kicked the shit outta him." Which made me cry even more, not because he hurt Seth but because violence scares me now...

"N-No more violence." I cry. He nods then hugs me while I cry into his chest.

"I'm sorry you got hurt..." I sniffle. My tears stop flowing but my heart still hurts. Andy got hurt because of me I dragged him Into my problems for my selfish reasons. I'm terrible.

"Don't be it was worth it." He smiles softly. I smile a little. "There you go, smile."

I smiles even more. "Scoot." He ordered me and I scoot to the edge of my seat. I felt a little suffocated. "I got an idea." He says. He puts me on the end of the bed. He takes a paper bag then sits down, he scoots me up between his legs and I sit there with his arms wrapped around me holding the bag. "Open it." He whispers in my ear. I open the bag and my moms necklace is revealed. I squeal in happiness a little.

"You got it!"

"Of course. Here I'll put it on" he takes it in his hand and I hold up my hair. He wraps the necklace around my neck then clips it. I smile to myself.

"We also have baby pictures that look adorable." He teases. I cover my face in embarrassment. He removes my hands and laughs at me. He holds the pictures in front of me. Me and Andy look through the pictures some were embarrassing but I was happy to see my mom and dad.

"Your were such a messy kid." He laughs.

"Shut up I was creative." I laugh.

"Totally, pouring the bowl of spaghetti On your head was very creative. We got Picasso over here!"

"I was a cute baby." I say I myself.

"Can't argue with that."

"My mom was so pretty, and my dad...seemed so loving..." I sigh. "I wish I still had them, they were pretty awesome."

"What were they like when you got older?" He asks.

"I was a daddy's girl, he just wanted to make me happy no matter the limit is. And my mom...such a sweet soul she was really loving a great mom. I aspire to be like that when I have a child."

He sighs. "You will."

My mom and me looked alike. Same hair color which was dark brown, nose, mouth, eye shape. But I had my fathers eyes dark brown eyes, my mom said she loves my dad's eyes at least some liked these boring old eyes. I miss them...

"Jess they would be proud of the girl you turned into." He smiles.

"I hope. Hey, how long was I in here?"

"Almost a week. They didn't let me see you. I have to say I did miss your dumb butt." He puts is arms around me tightly and I felt safer.

"I was like dead."

"Shit. How was being 'dead'?"

"Dark, very fucking dark."

"Shit." He says. His arms were still wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, unlike Seth I never felt very comfortable with him...I never even did anything with him.

"Do the boys know I'm awake?"

"No I didn't call them. Guess I was being selfish by not telling them." He gets up then takes out his cell phone, he calls Ashley and hangs up. "He's coming now." He puts his phone away.

I smile. At least I get to see Ashley. I wanted to see CC and Jinxx too. Hope he brings them. "Great." I smile.

"You ok?" He asks. I nod. He sits down by the chair by me. I stare into space thinking...I think he's acting a little too sweet. "Come on something up, just come clean."

"Your acting weird." I say. His facial expression turns to confusion and hurt. Fuck I'm a bitch.

"How?"

"Being really nice. Not that I'm complaining." I laugh. He smiles.

"We'll is just-never mind it's dumb."

"Tell me."

He hesitates then tells me. "Well I know I have been an asshole to you. I'm sorry about that and when I saw you on the ground covered in blood because of-that asshole. I was pissed because he hurt you and that's the last thing any guy should do to you. So me being an asshole didn't help you at all. I'm trying to make up for it, I don't want you to think that I'm a insensitive prick, like him."

I take his hand. I smile warmly at him. "You can be mean but your nothing like him Andy."