*Alexandra*

After that encounter my mother was silent.

Something tells me that guy from earlier was someone she didn't want to ever see again.

We ate dinner in silence as I watched her quietly.

That's when I felt I needed to ask her.

"That man at the grocery store," I said, making her stop. "You knew him, didn't you?"

She was quiet before she sighed. "I didn't want to tell you... But you're a grown woman now, and I can't keep hiding things from you..."

I frowned. "Mom..... Who was that man?"

She hesitated to answer, but then spoke.

"Your father."

*Andy*

-flashback-

"Your water bottles, Mister Biersack," Lizzie's small voice mumbled.

I turned from the mirror to see her standing there with a crate full of water bottles, gaze down as usual.

"Thanks, Lizzie. You can just put it over there," I said. "And I told you, Andy is fine.

She nodded. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, and then went to walk and was passing by Juliet, who sat on the couch, when she suddenly tripped and fell, everything spilling.

I jumped and ran to help her as Juliet got up, and I saw some bottles that were made of glass shattered and Lizzie was all wet with her arm cut up a bit.

"Look what you did!! This was a new bag and you stomped all over it and wet it!!" Juliet snapped.

"Babe, not important right now!" I said, and she glared before storming off.

"I-I didn't see her bag, I-I'm sorry," she mumbled as I tried to help her stand, Sandra and Jake rushing in.

"Whoa, what happened?!" Sandra asked.

"She tripped and fell," I said. "Come on, we should get your arm looked at in medical."

"N-No, I... I-I'm so sorry," she whimpered, and hurried out the room, clutching her bleeding arm.

I frowned as I watched her go, Sandra offering to check on her as Jake cleaned the mess up a little.

-end of flashback-

"Wait, Elizabeth Brighton??" John asled as we walked around backstage. "She was that tour assistant who disappeared from your second tour almost like 20 years ago in the middle of the night, never heard from again. Poor thing was always so anxious, it even worried the hell out of me sometimes. She couldn't even pour me a cup of coffee every morning without looking like I was gonna snap at her for something."

"I know, but.... I just need to know something that only she may know," I said, which wasn't exactly a lie.

"You're saying you found her?" I asked.

"Umm..... maybe?" I asked.

He tilted an eyebrow at me. "I'm not gonna ask, but.... Does Juliet know anything about this?"

I looked around cautiously before looking back at John. "She doesn't have to. Its just to know something, I swear. I can tell you later."

He obviously didn't believe me. "Call Standby and see if they still have her employee records tucked away. But get Beau or someone else to cover for you, because I'm not."

"Thank you," I sighed as I nodded at him and went to find Beau.

***

After sneaking away into the bus, I called StandBy for Elizabeth as thoughts ran amuck in my head.

A one night stand. That's how things ended with me and Liz. Two weeks later, she just vanished in the middle of the night.

All of a sudden, more than 18 years later, I find her and....

"You're in luck, Mister Biersack. We still have her records here, including some numbers and contact information for Atlantic City. Turns out, there's a home there that belongs to her parents," she said. "Though its still under her mother's name, its still listed as an second address. She may still live there."

"Alright, can I have the address?" I asked.

Once she gave me an address I cut the call and took a deep breath.

*Alexandra*

I paced the room as my mother finished explaining.

She wasn't wrong.... My father really is an egotistic jerk.

"Now you see why I didn't want to tell you," she said.

I took a deep breath.

"I don't want to meet him," I said.

She looked at me in surprise.

"I'm fine with my life now. Yeah, Grammy is in some retirement home and we're in debt, but I rather live that kind of life than one where he's in it. I never needed him then, and I don't need him now," I said, holding my mother's hand. "He probably didn't even bother looking for you after you left."

My mother looked at me before smiling. "You're the greatest thing to come into my life, Alex.... I'm so proud to be your mother."

"And I'm so proud to be your daughter, Mom," I said as we hugged each other.

"We should get to bed," she said as we pulled back and kissed my temple.

I nodded but then got curious about something.

"Hey Mom," I said. "If its alright to ask.... What was his name?"

She hesitated a little before sighing.

"His name is Andy Biersack," she said.

"Biersack?" I asked, tilting an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?"

"German? Beats the hell out if me," she laughed. "But he was definitely missing some sort of sack, I'll tell you, that."

I laughed at her comment. "Thanks for giving me your last name though," I said.

"You are most very welcome," she smiled. "Now, let's sleep then, shall we?"

I helped her get to bed as Humphrey followed me.

Once I helped my mom into bed headed into my room, changed in pjs and brushed my teeth before laying on my bed, Humphrey curling up next to me.

I laid there and wondered about my father.

His eyes.... They were blue like mine. My mom has brown eyes.

I was born with blonde hair before deciding to dye it. My mother has blonde hair, but it looked like he must have had blonde hair once.

He was tall, too. I'm also kind of tall for a girl. Though I'm not like 6 feet tall or anything.

I sighed and turned to my side, Humphrey tilting his head as he observed me.

"Meow," he said.

"I'm not meeting him," I said. "He caused my mom pain. Eitherway, I'm happier this way."

He just curled into a ball and purred as I pet him.

"So what if we're in debt. We always rise back up in the end," I said.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"He is a musician... I guess some more snooping wouldn't hurt," I said, grabbing my laptop, turning it on, and searching up Andy Biersack.

"Huh.... Looks like you have quite the fame, Mister Biersack," I said, then noticed something.

"Huh... Looks like I got a stepmother," I said, clicking what appeared to be a wedding photo. "....... A fourty-ish year old stepmother??"

Humphrey tilted his head in confusion.

"Great, my father is married to a cougar," I said with an eyeroll.

I kept scrolling, seeing concert photos and band pictures.

"Band looks cool," I shrugged, then yawned, shutting off my laptop. "But whatever. He probably won't come around."

I set my laptop aside before curling up with Humphrey and falling asleep.

~~~~~

If you ask me, the Best Underground Band poll was RIGGED yesterday at the APMAs 2017 and let me tell you why.

Someone (not saying who since they asked me not to say) showed me a picture of a page from the Royale Times newspaper Palaye Royale printed, and showed me the article talking about their experience on the Andy Black tour and how Andy Black's crew treated the band like SHIT.

Now, all of a sudden, this popular underground band loses an award where the singer for that same crew is a host????

Palaye was played dirty and it looked like even Remington Leith knew it.

Eitherway, congrats to the band who won, but I was really rooting for either Palaye Royale or Movements, and it sucks that there's the possibility of those votes being rigged.

My opinion, the whole award show was fixed just so Andy can show off his shit wife and his side project.

Out of anger, I stopped watching after the Best Underground Band was announced so I need to know, did he even mention Black Veil Brides at all???? I'm curious to know.

(Me @ Andy, and also AltPress)

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here were some good performances, though, and there was Lights and Beau Bokan, FIR won an award, and Falling in Reverse, PTV and Panic! At The Disco won awards, so that's okay, and a few others I like.

Oh, but wait, it was also ANOTHER year where MIW wins JACK SHIT!! 💢😡😡

The APMAs 2017 in my opinion was just shit.😒😒😒

Don't like my opinion? Well, I'm sorry, but this is what I think.

🎼Currently in Sapph's playlist:

Heathens "Nervous Breakdown"
(Black Flag Cover)

♡~ sapphire.