Babygirl~ Andy Biersack

ch.11

Hope's P.O.V

ive been staying with collin for a few days now and i feel like im starting to get back to my old self. Ive been speaking to Amelia, catching up with lost time. Everything seems..okay.

I step out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. I look over my body. I see bruises, scratches and the still healing and inflamed burn. I stand for a moment, tears roll down my cheeks. How did it end up like this? I pull on a pair of jeans but, i have no idea what shirt to wear.. andy always picked my clothes for me. I stand in silence for a little bit before hearing footsteps outside the door. I poke my head out.

"H-hey collin?" I say, making him turn "which of these shirts looks best?"

He smiles "well, if they're going on you they're gonna look great no matter what, but it's which one you like the most that's important"

I hold one out I like, darker, more gothic than girly

"T-this one?"

Collin smiles "you'll look amazing, go with your heart there's no wrong answer"

"This one!" i smile, pulling it on

"Good choice" he smiles and walks up to me

"Hey Hope. Hows your leg doing?" He asks, his eyes almost tryingto look through my jeans

"It- it still hurts" I say, deciding not to lie

"Can i wrap it up for you? To make things more comfortable" He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder

"No-no honestly, its okay" I try

"Hope, sweetheart. At least let me look at it, make sure its not getting infected or some shit" he says with a smile

"O-okay"

He smiles and gently ushers me into his room. He sits me on his bed and opens his wardrobe to get out a first aid kit.

"Do you want to put a pair of shorts on...so its easier?" He asks,placing his hand on my knee

I nod and he vanishes for a minute or so then comes back holding my pj shorts

"These were just sitting on your bed...i didn't go through anything" he smiles

"Its fine" is all i say. My stomach filling with anxiety as the moment that collin sees my thigh comes closer

"Ill step outside. Shout me when you're ready, yeah?" And with that he leaves

I pull my jeans down carefully, trying to make the least ammount of fabric rub the burn, i slip on the shorts and take a deep, shaky breath. I take this moment to look around the room, noticing the open wardrobe i walk over to have a quick look. I notice a uniform. A postmans uniform. Odd.

"Y-you can come in" i say and collin opens the door, looking at me curiously

"What you doing standing up?" He asks with a chuckle

"Oh i just noticed the uniform. Sorry. I didn't know youre a postman" i smile and sit back on the bed. He crouches in front of me

"Well..i-im not. Im in between jobs right now. Im kind of freelancing. If someone wants to pay me to do something..i will" he smiles but he seems nervous

"Oh fair enough" i smile. There's something about his face...I cant put my finger on it

Collin's P.O.V

I gently touch the area surrounding the burn thats shaped like an 'A'. This isn't a cut, like i thought it was going to be

She looks down, not at me, but at the burn "collin..i can trust you...right?"

I stare at her for a moment. It would be wrong for her to. "Of course" i smile

"The night you found me...i had just escaped...hell" she begins "my..boyfriend Andy...he's not okay. He's killed people, people close to him..and-and he hurts me collin" tears roll down her cheeks "this" she gestures to the burn "is what he did to me"

she starts to sob so i gently wrap my arms around her and pull her onto the floor with me. She sobs into my chest, my heart is beating so fucking  fast. I rock her gently and shush her, stroking her hair. I knew Andy was a bad guy but...to this extent? Its criminal. Its insane. He's criminally insane. I gently push Hope away from me, her eyes red and puffy

"Lets get this cleaned then" i whisper, wiping her tears with my thumbs

She nods and shifts round so i can access her thigh easier. I pull out the cleansing alcohol and a cotton pad

"T-this is going to hurt..okay?" I ask

She just stares blankly and nods. I dont think anything i can do within the next few minutes will match the mental and physical torture Andy has put her through. I press the damp pad against the burn, she barely even flinches. Shes numb. My heart wants to keep her safe...for real.

We spend the next hour or so watching some movies and eating snacks before Hope tells me she's tired. She makes her way out of the room but not before turning around

"Hey collin?....thank you" she smiles tierdly and walks out

I sit downstairs for another half hour or so and contemplate, drink and contemplate a little more before going off to bed.

My mind is screaming at me.

What have I done?

What have I let happen?

I can’t sleep, so I roll over and get out of bed, taking my keys and my cigarettes from my night stand. The air is cold, that’s all I can think about other than the pain I’m feeling.

I take a drag.

I used to be good. Where did I go? Why did I let this happen.

I exhale.

I take in more and more smoke trying to replace all the space in my lungs with a cloud, ironically to help my head clear. Is there a way to turn back? A way to turn back with her as well?

This could kill me

I breathe out, throw the butt away and come back inside.

But I can’t let it kill her.