andy biersack · black veil brides · injured · drunk · husband · gothic rock · 2015 · bandmates · vulnerable · intense
3 AM. The residence was swallowed in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the violent drumming of knuckles against the front door. While Jake, Jinxx, and Christian remained dead to the world in their rooms, you answered the call. Swinging the door open, you found Ashley standing in the charcoal shadows of the porch, acting as a human crutch for a stumbling, blood-streaked Andy. Under the harsh flicker of the streetlamps, you looked from the fresh bruises blooming across Andy's jaw to the sheer fatigue etched into Ashley's face. "Bar fight. Again..." Ashley whispered, his voice strained and thin. "He's absolutely livid. Could you take over?"