The Insane Life Of Andy Biersack's Daughter

What if your life was turned upside down by one little DNA test? What if you went from a normal, boring nobody to a celebrity overnight? It may sound great but for Keara Abrams it's not all it's cracked up to be.


7. If I Can't Have Her, Nobody Can

Andy's POV...

   I stare at the ringing phone on my dresser. I can't bring myself to answer it. It's not that I'm afraid of the results I'm just afraid of when I get them, I don't know if I'm ready.

   I slowly pick up the phone and when I see the caller ID I sigh. It's not them. I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey man we kinda need to practice today!" Christian says over the phone.

   Oh fuck me. I totally forgot that we were scheduled to rehearse for our upcoming show in Texas. I facepalm and mutter a few inaudible curse words.

"You guys practice without me," I answer.

   I hear the phone russle as Christian is probably informing the other band members. Instead of him coming back on the phone though, another one of the band members does.

"What could possibly be more important than this?" Jake asks.

   Before I can answer his question I hear my doorbell ring. I roll out of bed and open it to see the lady from the hospital, and a male police officer.

"Keara Abrams is your daughter Mr. Dennis," the lady sighs.

   I fucking hate that name, but hospitals or any place like that don't use your stage name when they address you. They use your birth name. I suddenly remember Jake just asked me a question.

"She's the most important thing in the world now," I reply.

"Don't tell me you're ditching us to hangout with Juliet," Ashley yells into the phone. 

    I ignore his question and shut off my phone. I look at the two people standing at my door and frown a little.

"So what now?" I ask.

"We arrest Ms. Dontell and you get Keara," the police officer states.

Two Hours Later...

"Are you sure this is the right address?" I ask.

   The officer nods and I twirl my wristband nervously. I can't just go barging in to someone's home. Then I remember that it's not just "someone's" home, this is my daughter's home.

   The police officer draws his gun from his hoister and I raise my eyebrows, because I've never really been able to raise just one.

"Is that really necessary?" I ask.

   Instead of answering my question the officer and lady get out of the cop car and gesture for me to lead the way. I take a deep breath and walk up to the front door. I turn the doorknob and swing it open. When I do I see Keara, Melanie, and Shannon on the other side facing me.

   I look at my daughter with a look of sympathy, poor kid doesn't have any idea what's going on here. She doesn't know that woman who raised her from a newborn is about to go to prison for a really long time, she doesn't know that who she called dad her entire life is actually not her father. She will in just a few moments though.

   I stare at Shannon with a look of hate, she's the reason Keara is about to go through so much emotional pain. Shannon narrows her eyes at me and steps in front of Keara, as if it's her way of saying that I can't have her.

"What are you doing here?" She hisses.

"I'm just here for my kid," I sigh, while looking Keara straight in the eyes.

   Keara doesn't even have time to absorb what I just said before her mother grabs her by her neck and pulls her close, while literally kicking Melanie out the front door. Melanie knocks into the lady and they both go flailing to the porch. 

   I'm just about to turn around and help them to their feet but something stops me dead in my tracks. Shannon reaches in her pocket and pulls out a needle, and holds it up to a vein on Keara's neck.

"If I can't have her, nobody can," Shannon glares.

"Mom what are you doing?!" Keara cries.

   The police officer points his gun directly at Shannon's forehead, but doesn't shoot. He better not pull the fucking trigger until he knows that my daughter won't be hurt in the process.

"What's in that needle?" I ask.

"Poison you dumbass," Shannon answers.

   I get a chill down my spine. I just found my daughter and in one wrong move she can be taken from me before she was ever mine. I stand frozen in place, not daring to move a single muscle. The cop's finger pushes slowly down on the trigger, and Shannon notices this. Because she jams the needle right into my daughter's neck. 


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