Chapter 7

The Sky Is Crying

I awoke to a splitting headache and an incredibly loud bus.

I kept my eyes closed even though I was awake just because I wanted to hear what was going on.

"Dude! Did you guys see Ash's face?" CC yelled.

"Shut the hell up, Chuppy! You're gonna wake Val up!" Andy whispered, well kinda a loud whisper.

I slowly opened my eyes see bright blue eyes staring down at me.

"I'm awake," I said as I pushed myself up Andy's lap.

I attempted to stand up. Andy already had his hand out, ready to catch me. Woah… Wave of light-headedness… I felt myself sway… And then the ground came closer.

"Timber!" CC yelled.

"Woah! Where're you going baby?" Andy caught me by my waist and pulled me into his lap.

"Shut up, C…" I said softly.

Those gorgeous blue eyes were staring at me again. "How're you feeling?"

I let out a hard sigh. "My head is killing me… I can't see straight… What the hell is wrong with me…?"

Andy kissed my forehead.

"It was that fucking water bottle!" Ash called from somewhere in the bus.

I was kinda confused… More like, incredibly confused.

"You know that water bottle somebody threw at you; the water that wasn't water that you drank?" Ash sounded closer and closer with every word until he was finally standing over me. "See this is why you don't drink the shit that people throw at you."

"I was just trying to prove a point…" I said softly…

Okay, now that I think about it… It was kind of a stupid move… Why did I swallow it?

"Well, I hate to say it, but it was kinda a stupid move…" Ash said keeping a totally straight face. He then cracked a smile and said, "But I totally admire you for it!"

I couldn't help but smile too.

"If it makes you feel any better," Andy said as he stoked my hair, "A while back, someone threw a sandwich at me while I was on stage, and I caught it and took a bite out of it. Shit, that thing was disgusting…" He winced and stuck his tongue out at the thought of it.

I laughed. I could just see it happening. Oh god, my boyfriend is an idiot… Well, so am I… I guess that's why we go so good together…

"I think we're idiots, baby," I said as I buried my face in Andy's chest.

"I don't think we are…"

I looked up at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not.

He continued. "I know we're idiots…"

I laughed softly.

"So, um, the show tomorrow is pretty close to home…" He moved his hair out of his face so he could actually see me. "And then we have like 2 days off," he continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to go see your parents? I was planning on going home, and I figured you'd come with me, but do you wanna go see your parents? I mean you haven't seen them since we moved…"

I sat up and moved out of Andy's lap, so that I was sitting next to him on the couch.

I stretched, avoiding the going home to my parents question and said, "Um, yeah, I'd love to go see your parents!"

He looked at me strangely like I didn't understand his question. "What about seeing your parents?"

I repeated myself. "I'd love to go see your parents."

What was I supposed to tell him? Oh yeah, seeing my parents would be a really bad idea because they kind of disowned me… I never told him about that and seeing that he still hasn't brought up the interview from earlier… I wonder if he's still mad about that… I hope the song made up for it… I really feel bad for not telling him things but I just don't want to worry about me….

I felt much better by the next day. I actually had an interview before my set and of course they asked about me "collapsing on stage during Black Veil Brides set", they asked me what had happened, and I told them I didn't really know what happened. I didn't want to accuse the mysterious drink of anything because we were really just guessing that's what caused it and it was kind of my own fault for drinking it.

So Black Veil Brides and Shatter Me both played our sets and then stayed for the rest of the day to meet fans and such. Then when the last set was over, I left on the Black Veil Brides bus since they were all going to go home for the next day. I kind of feel bad for not spending my day off with my band but I think they understood. They were all from L.A. so I was the only one from around here.

We got dropped off at Andy's house around 11 that night.

We walked up the driveway to the front door of Andy's parent's house. Andy knocked on the door. It was fairly late, I wouldn't be surprised if his parents were already asleep.

The door suddenly opened slightly and then a moment later, it flew open.

"Andy!" Mrs. Biersack exclaimed, "Valary!"

"Hi, mom," Andy said as he hugged her.

She then turned to me and hugged me too. "Hi, Mrs. Biersack."

"Come in!" She beckoned us into the house.

We were then greeted by Mr. Biersack and we went through the same process of "hello's" and hugs.

"How have you guys been? How's the tour going?" Mr. Biersack asked.

We were still standing in the entry way.

Andy adjusted his shirt and then took my hand. "Tour's great! And we've been good," he said, answering for the both of us.

"For the most part," I added.

Mrs. Biersack's eyes widened. "Oh, we heard you collapsed onstage recently, Valary! Two days ago? What happened? Are you okay?" She look incredibly worried.

Andy smiled. "She was being stupid! That's what happened."

"Andrew! Be nice!" Mrs. Biersack lightly slapped him on his arm.

I let out a quick laugh. "No, he's right, it was a stupid move."

Andy and I gave them a shortened version of the story and we all laughed it out afterward.

"How long are you two here for?" Mr. Biersack asked.

Andy looked to me for an answer because he doesn't know his schedule. His tour manager, Jon, is always there to tell him what he's doing next and without Jon, he's completely lost.

"Umm, we leave tomorrow night," I answered.

Andy nodded in agreement, pretending he knew.

"Well, it's late, and we were just about to go to bed… I expect to hear all about the tour in the morning, okay?" Mrs. Biersack said.

She hugged us both goodnight and then walked into a different room.

"Goodnight, Andy," Mr. Biersack ruffled Andy's hair.

He then turned to me, "Night, Valary." I expected to have my hair ruffled like Andy, but instead I was hugged. He then walked in the same direction his wife had.

Andy took my hand and let me through the house, and outside to the patio. He sat down on the patio swing and pulled me on it with him. He pulled me close to him and I laid my head on his chest.

"I forgot to thank you for the song," he said softly.

"Welcome, baby…"

"Why so out of the blue though?" he asked.

I waited a few moments to answer. I stared up at the starry sky not wanting to admit the truth. The truth is I decided to sing 'All My Heart' for him for two reasons, so he wouldn't still be mad about what he found out in the interview, and because, well, it was like our song.

"Oh, I don't know," I lied, "I guess I just wanted to be spontaneous…"

He kissed the top of my head. "Well, I loved it, babe!"

"Sweet Blasphemy brought back some memories… Didn't it?" I said as I drew lazy circles on his chest with my finger.

"Yeah, while it lasted!" he joked.

"Ah shut up… I'm just saying… That song started us… and that song got me into a band…"

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," I tried to say in the middle of a yawn.

We spent the most of the next day with Andy's parents. I'd almost forgotten how nice they were since I hadn't seen them in so long. Why can't my parents be like his? Amy and Brock are understanding, encouraging, and everything a parent should be!

Around seven that night, Andy decided that we should go visit my parents, since he had been insisting on it all day long. He didn't take "No, it's okay." for an answer anymore. We walked in silence to my house. I lived 10 minutes away from Andy so those 10 minutes of silence were eating me alive… Should I tell him now or later that my parents disowned me…?

We finally got to my house and I came to a halt in my driveway… Fuck, I thought, David's not home… It's summer, where is he? Shouldn't he be home on summer vacation? Dave's car wasn't there so I was just guessing he wasn't home.

"Come on!" Andy said, taking my hand and practically pulling me to the door.

I let Andy knock on the door. I didn't feel like doing it.

Moments later my dad opened the door and glared at me.

"Hi, Daddy… I had a day off from tour so I thought I'd come and say hi…" I said softly staring at the ground.

"Who are you?" he growled.

I looked up at him, tears starting to form in my eyes. "Valary, you're only daughter…"

"I don't have a daughter. I only have one son," he said coldly.

I bit my lip to keep the tears from falling. I looked him straight in the face. "I just wanted to tell you, that your daughter is part of a fairly successful rock band now, no thanks to you, daddy."

"I don't have a daughter," he repeated.

I bit my lip, holding back all the insults I wanted to say, and took off running down the driveway, in blind rage.

"Fuck you!" Andy yelled, assumeably at my father, and then called out my name.

I kept running. I really had no idea where I was going but I just ran. I ended up coming to the little park that was half way between mine and Andy's house. I gave up on running, knowing that Andy was close behind. I stood there in the middle of the field not knowing what to do.

Tattooed arms wrapped around me.

"My parents… My parents legally disowned me right after I moved out…" I said slowly, holding back tears, "That's why I didn't want to go back…"

It had been over cast all day, but now the sky darkened and rain drops fell. Perfect timing, I guess. Maybe the sky is crying for me and my fucked up life.

"Why don't you ever tell me things? First, you barely told me about your band, then you never told me about someone breaking your ribs, and now this? You're parents disowned you?" the anger was slowly building in his voice, "What else haven't you told me? Things just keep getting more serious each time? What's it going to be this time? Maybe you have a secret lover on the side? Or, are you fucking Ashley every night, or something?"

I pulled myself out of Andy's arms and turned around so I was facing him. The rain had soaked my clothes already and my hair was clinging to my face. I tasted blood, too. I guess I'd been biting my lip to hard.

"Do you really think I'd do that? Do I look the type of person who would cheat? In case you haven't noticed, you're all I have, Andy! I have no family left, no friends, besides our bands! Why would I throw everything away like that? I'd never cheat on you!" my voice started to rise with frustration and anger. I tried to calm myself down but it wasn't working. "I never told you those things because I didn't want you to worry about me! I wanted you to just focus on your success. You don't need to worry about me! I did it for you…" I paused, looking up at the sky. "I did it for you…" I looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I did it because I love you, Andy…" My knees gave out and the ground came closer and closer. I soon found myself sitting on my knees on the muddy ground.

Andy kneeled down so he was at my height. He moved my wet hair out of my face and stared into my eyes. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean what I said... I… I'm sorry…" Andy stammered. "Just… No more secrets, okay?"

I nodded, not knowing what else to do.

Andy leaned in and kissed me. He smiled at me when he pulled back, but his smile was flawed with a bit of blood. I let out a soft laugh and wiped the blood of his lip with my thumb. He did the same for me. I think it was my lip that was bleeding.

Andy's phone started ringing. He fumbled to get it out of his pocket and answer it. It somehow surprises me that it hadn't been ruined by the rain. After a short conversation with, I think, Jake, he helped me up and told me that the guys were on their way to pick us up and that we were gonna start heading to tomorrows show tonight, and that they'd be here in like 2 minutes.

Somehow, the supposed 2 minutes became 30 seconds. The second Andy saw the bus, he grabbed my hand and sprinted through the rain to the bus. They opened the door as soon as we got there and shut it as soon as we got in. I was greeted with a towel to the face the second I turned the corner into the main room of the bus.

"You guys are fucking soaked to the bone!" Ash said loudly.

The towel fell into my arms and Ash was standing right in front of me. I'm just going to assume he was the one that through the towel at me. I wrung out my hair with the towel and then tore of my soaked shirt and chucked it at Ash. Trust me, walking around the BVB bus in just my bra and pants was perfectly normal; no one really cared.

I heard Andy chucking behind me at the "Why me?" expression on Ash's face, seeing that I had hit him right in the face with the wet shirt.

"I swear if either of you end up getting sick from being out in the rain and can't play the show tomorrow, I will fucking murder you both!" Jake called from somewhere in the back of the bus.

"Why does it matter if I get sick? I'm not in your band!" I called back.

Andy and Ash were both laughing now.

"'Cuz if you're sick, then Andy will be pissed, and if Andy's pissed then that equals a bad show for all of us!" CC called, this time.

We were all laughing now. I let out a loud cough.

"Fuck it all! We're screwed!" Jinxx yelled.

I think everyone in the bus, including their manager Jon, was folded over, dying of laughter now.

It was nice to be laughing after such a serious half hour.

Andy headed towards the bunk area and started digging through one of the suitcases. I stayed in the front area, and Ash glared at me to get my to make an attempt to dry myself off since my pants were dripping all over the place. Seconds later, a pair of black sweatpants and an old BVB shirt, were thrown to me. I grabbed them and ran to the bathroom to quickly change so that Ash would stop glaring at me. I dropped my wet clothes on the floor after I came out of the bathroom, feeling much more comfortable in dry clothes. I walked through the bunk area, in hopes of finding all the guys in the back. Arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into Andy's bunk. I had a nice night full of cuddling…

The next day we had a show in… Oh, god knows where… I never really know where we are until the second I go out on stage… Somehow, I ended up doing an interview today for AP magazine today… For some reason they wanted an interview with Andy and I for either a youtube video or for next month's issue, I can't remember which…

We sat there together under the red AP tent behind a graffitied table. They quickly set up a camera and started the interview. Many of the questions revolved around our relationship, how we met, incidents in past shows, and then a few ones that were directed to just one of us. After the AP interviewer was done asking his questions, he let fans in to ask their own questions.

One girl, who was dressing in all black and had partial war paint on, came up, smirked deviously at me and said, "Um, okay this question is for Valary… Uh, how does it feel to know that all of your bands success is just because of your association with Black Veil Brides and the fact that Andy is your boyfriend? Your band got a free ride to the top just because of them. There are bands out there that have been working their butts off for years and haven't gotten recognized, but here you are playing the main stage at Warped even though you've barely been in the music business for a year, and it's all thanks to your boyfriend's band. Are you just using him for success and once you're at the top you'll dump him? Cuz I'm pretty sure that's what you're doing."

I scoffed at her. I couldn't help but smile at her in disgust. "Oh, there are so many flaws in your question, you completely failed at trying to insult me," I laughed. "Okay, first thing's first, Shatter Me is not my band. I may have named it and I may be the front man, but that doesn't make it my band. Shatter Me is belongs to my band members and I, and we exist for our fans. Secondly, how many people actually know that Andy and I are together? Not many actually, probably only the diehard fans, until maybe this week. The fact that even Bryan Stars didn't even know is really saying something; that guy literally knows anything and everything there is to know about the music business and bands. We aren't incredibly public, in case you haven't noticed. So how could I be riding on his success if people didn't know we were even together? And how could I possibly be using him? I knew him before he ever started Black Veil Brides. I've been in love with him before he was ever in a band, I don't even know if Andy knew that. Now would you like to explain to Andy and I, how I've been using him just to get to the top even though I've been in love with him since we were little?" The girl opened her mouth but no words came out. "My point! See there's no way I'm using Andy. I've worked my ass off to get this far, so has Andy, and we're incredibly proud of each other's success." I paused, almost satisfied with her bewildered expression. "I can tell you're not a fan of mine or Shatter Me, and you're clearly an obsessive Black Veil Brides fan. You have no idea how bad I want to insult you right now or how bad I want to tell you off, but I'm not going to for quite a few reasons. 1. I'd feel bad if I did. 2. I have a bad feeling someone would splice this video up and make me sound like a really horrible person. And 3. You are clearly a very confused little girl who has no idea what she's talking about. So, I'm going to handle this like a responsible person, and tell you to have a nice day, and please, never ever talk to me or my boyfriend again."

I smiled at her. She looked like she was about to cry. It wasn't my fault though, right? Not my fault she tried so hard to make my career blow up in my face but she failed… Epically…

I was fuming right now. I don't know why but that question just pissed me off so bad. Maybe it's because it's really making me question if I owe all of my success Andy…

My train of thought had been interrupted by Andy lightly squeezing my hand.

"You kinda zoned out for a minute… Interview's over, we can go now," Andy whispered.

He stood up and led me out of the tent. I could tell the rage was showing on my face; I wasn't very good at hiding it.

Andy turned around to me and got a firm grip on my shoulders, and stared into my eyes. I couldn't stand to stare back at him; it felt like his eyes were digging into my soul. I looked away and bit my lip, and then mentally slapped myself since my lip still hadn't healed from yesterday.

"Val… Don't let haters get to you! That girl was a fucking moron! I know you've worked you're butt of to get yourself this far. As much as I would love to take credit for it, I can't, because you've done it all on your own. Hell, I barely even knew you had a band until before Warped! Well, actually, I heard a hell of a lot of amazing shit about Shatter Me, I just never knew you were in it! You're amazing, never let anyone tell you differently. You're pure talent and you're beautiful… The best part is you're all mine," he said softly.

I looked around at the now gathering crowd.

I couldn't help but smile at Andy's sweet words. They had actually calmed me down for the most part; I didn't feel the urge to murder the first person I saw right now anymore.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too…"

Andy explained that he had a signing to do right now and that he'd see me before the show. He said goodbye and kissed the top of my head and made his way through the crowd.

I made my way in the opposite direction toward the buses. I pulled out my phone and started tweeting.

ShatterMe_Val: I'm questioning my success at the moment… I'm beginning to wonder if all of my band's success is due to someone else's hard work…

ShatterMe_Val: Maybe it's all just smoke and mirrors… An illusion, ya know?

Then a few seconds later, I almost came to my senses.

ShatterMe_Val: Who the hell am I kidding! We owe it all to you guys, the fans! You're the reason we're here! You're the heart and soul of Shatter Me… You guys are the reason we've made it this fair… Thank you so much! 3

ShatterMe_Val: I'm sorry I just had a horrible interview… You guys will see it probably in a week and find out what I'm talking about…

I finished the last tweet and sent it. I was about the check my notifications right when I collided with someone. I almost dropped my phone but bobbled it for a second and caught it.

"Sorry!" A fairly high-pitched guy voice said.

"No, not your fault!" I said quickly, finally looking up.

Bright green eyes stared down at me.

"Oh, hi, Kellin…"

Kellin laughed, moving hair out of his face. "Hey! Oh, have I thanked you yet for not massacring 'All My Heart'?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, you have…"

"Okay, just making sure! You guys did an amazing job, by the way!" He ruffled my hair and then added, "I have a signing right now, so I gotta run…"

"Have fun!"

Kellin continued walking in the direction of the tents and stages and I went in the opposite direction.

When I finally got to our bus, I hurried up the stairs and dove on to the couch.

"Bad interview?" Aaron asked.

I just let out a groan.

Aaron and Shane were both sitting at the table looking at some magazine that I couldn't really see from where I was at.

"Like how bad?" Shane asked.

I sat up and stared at them. "Like bad enough, that I really don't feel like talking about it right now… I'll explain after the show, yeah?"

They both nodded, knowing that it was a bad idea to get me in a bad mood before a show.

I dropped my phone on the couch and left the bus. I stood outside of it, taking a deep breath, trying to remember what I used to do to calm myself down when people would piss me off. Oh, yeah, gymnastics.

I'd done gymnastics since I was very young. I stopped taking classes and doing competitions around sophomore year because I was afraid if anyone found out I did gymnastics, I would be sucked into doing cheerleading. That doesn't mean I stopped doing it though.

I took a deep breath and took a short running start and doing a series of front flips, back flips, and ending it with a corkscrew flip but not landing it and ending up on my butt. I picked myself up off the ground and dusted myself off and tried it again. Again, I tried the routine and couldn't stick the landing. But third time's the charm, I finally landed it. Now satisfied with my work, I decided to try to estimate the width of the stage so I could shorten the routine and hopefully use it during today's show.

I was about to try it one last time but stopped the second I heard the door of the bus slam. I whipped around to see my whole band standing there watching me.

"Time to go," Aaron said, "Set's in fifteen minutes."

Kristy tossed my phone. I caught it and we all made our way to the stage.

"Since when could you do that?" Kristy whispered as we walked up the stairs to the stage.

"What're you talking about?" I lied.

"Come on, Val, don't act stupid," she said as she grabbed her guitar and threw her strap on.

"Um, since I was like 5 or 6…"

Kristy nodded and looked out at the crowd. I tossed my mic to one of the sound techs and asked him to put it on the stand for me. He quickly ran out on the stage and did what I said.

"You guys ready?" Shane called.

We all nodded.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder; I quickly turned around only to be surprised with a quick kiss.

"You ready for this?" I asked, extremely excited for what I was about to do.

Andy looked completely and utterly confused. "Ready for what?"

I turned around back to my bad. "Hey guys," I called, "Mind if I go out first?"

They all kind of motioned for me to go. I took a step back and then took a short running start and did my routine of flips and back flips and then praying that I could land the corkscrew flip. I held my breath as I saw the whole world spin and suddenly my feet were firmly on the ground… Holy fuck… I actually landed it…

I sprinted to my mic stand and grabbed my mic off of it.

"How the hell are you people!" I yelled.

The crowd cheered.

"I have no idea where we are, but we're Shatter Me and we're here to fuck shit up!"

There was a guitar solo in toward the end of the third song. I stood 3 or 4 feet away from the drum kit, messing with Aaron and making facing at him. There were a few cords left of the solo and Kristy and Shane started to move to their sides of the stage. I waved to Aaron and then did a simple back flip. I landed it and everything, the only problem was I was on the very edge of the stage and the back half of my feet were over the edge. I instantly lost my balance and started to freak out. I flailed my arms in hopes to regain it, but failed. It felt like it was in slow motion. Failing… Failing… Not knowing what to do… Trying to brace myself for impact… And then the pain… Pain in my right wrist… I landed with all my weight on my wrist…

Security helped me up and Nate pulled me back up on stage. Nate asked me if I was okay and I simply nodded and continued with the next song.

I couldn't move my wrist at all. God, I was turning into Andy with injuries from stupid stage antics. I finished the set, adrenaline dulled the pain for the most part. We finally said our goodbyes and walked off stage. All of Black Veil Brides was standing on the side stage. I tried to rush past them, but I was pulled over by Ashley before I could make it to Andy.

"Are you okay?" Ash asked, worry covering his face.

"I fell on my wrist." I stated. "I'm fine."

I pulled my arm out of Ash's grip and continued walking to Andy.

Andy looked pissed… And I had a really bad feeling that this was not going to be a pleasant conversation.

"What the fuck?" he growled.

"Calm down! I'm fine!" I said, a bit annoyed.

"No, you're not!"

"I'm fine, I swear. I'll go to the first aid tent, right now… Don't worry about me, okay? Have fun at the show…" I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him but he turned so I only kissed his cheek.

I went to first aid… My wrist was slowly swelling… They told me it was for sure a really bad sprain and like a 75% chance that it was broken, but they weren't entirely sure about the broken part because x-rays would have to be taken but I'd have to go to an actual doctor for that. Since there were only 2 more shows left, I decided that I'd just wait until I got home to get it looked at. They put a splint on it and wrapped it for me. Now all I had to worry about was Andy…

I chose the best hiding place, the crowds in front of the stages. Well, I wasn't really hiding from Andy, I was simply avoiding his wrath… I was off to the side of the crowd watching Blood On The Dance Floor perform. Only a few people recognized me; I can't really say luckily because I actually enjoy meeting fans. I stood there, next to one of the few fans that recognized me and watched Dahvie and Jayy bounce around on stage. I felt someone rest their chin on my shoulder. Taking my eyes off the stage, I looked to see who it was. Jet black hair moved in the breeze and chocolate brown eyes stared at me.

"What's up?" he asked, still staring at me.

I glanced back at the stage. "Oh, just watching some friends perform."

Ashley smirked. "Don't you mean, hiding from Andy?"

I turned to face Ashley. "I'm not hiding from Andy!" I paused. "I'm simply avoiding his wrath…"

Ash let out a sigh. "Come on… Let's go back…"

I hesitantly went with him… I assume we were going back to the buses.

"By the way, Andy's not mad," he stated.

I looked at him, wondering if he was being sarcastic or not.

"I'm not kidding! He's just really worried about you… I think we all are…"

I stopped in my tracks. "Ash I'm fine! There's nothing to worry about!"

He caught hold of my chin between his thumb and index finger and forced me to look at him. "What did they say about your arm?"

I looked away from him. "For sure a really bad sprain… Probably broken…"

His hands dropped to my shoulders. Shutting his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink and taking a deep breath, he said, "This is why we worry about you… It's not just Andy and I… It's everyone… My band, your band, and all of our fans… Let's face it, you're a complete klutz! You're almost as bad as Andy!"

I just shook my head in denial. "No, there is no way in hell I will ever be as bad as Andy! That boy is on a completely different level… I love him, but it's true…"

Ash couldn't help but laugh. "I know, but I'm just saying, be a little more careful, okay? I mean, even CC's worried about you, and that's really saying something!"

I sighed. That really was saying something… CC's the one that usually encourages random shit like this…

"Fine…"

"No…" he said, staring into my eyes, "Promise me that all this will stop… Promise?"

Ash held up his hand with one pinky up. I lifted my bad hand and wrapped my pinky around his.

"Promise…" I said, and then added, "But really, I've just been having a bad week… What is it… Murphy's law? Everything that can go wrong will go wrong?"

Ash motioned for us to start walking back to the buses.

Half way there, out of the blue, he asked, "What exactly happened in the rain a few days ago? You and Andy didn't seem too happy when we got there…"

I told Ash everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything, including the Andy accusing me of cheating on him with Ashley part…

A/N: Okay so this is my quick disclaimer. I clearly don't own any of the members of Black Veil Brides, or any other band members that are used in this story, or any of the songs. I do own my original characters (the few that there are) and any fictional bands that exist in here. Please Review! Holy fuck, shit just got real!

Ummm…. I wasn't planning on putting this chapter out until Saturday (That will also be the day when the 2 final chapters will be posted) Sorry for the cliff hanger, but it'll have to do for now. I promised my best friend, Maria, that I'd finish the story by Saturday, so I'm doing my best to finish in time… Maria this is for you! Hope you're happy!

Also, I apologize now for the typos, I haven't really read through this but I have a bad feeling that there are a ton….