The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Andy shouted as soon as we got it the car. "Did any of them touch you?" I felt as tears filled my eyes, but I pushed them away. What a stupid thing to cry at. I shook my head. "N-No." Well, they touched me, but not...not extensively. But I didn't tell him that part. "You are so fucking stupid, Abigail." He cursed at me.

--Ricky's POV--

I watched through the window as Abigail and Andy got into the car. Andy's tone immediately changed, and Abigail looked timid and upset. He was shouting at her, seemingly. She said something short, and I could just barely make out the tears in her eyes as they drove off.

--Baylie's POV--

"You embarrassed me, Abigail. You broke almost every rule. Why were you looking at them? And why did you leave my side without permission? Stupid, stupid, stupid." He said, turning the corner. "Do you need to be taught to read again? I bet you let them touch you, you slut. You are such a--" I cut him off. "Stop!" I wailed, the tears choking my voice. "Just stop." He sighed, rubbing his temples and pulling into the driveway. "I want you to spend the night in the guest room." He said emotionlessly. I tensed. "I'm not going to do anything, I just want to make sure you don't walk out with that dress." I relaxed slightly, but still flinched at the idea of not checking on my mother or telling her where I was. "C-Can I get some things from my house?" I asked shyly. "No." He said shortly, getting out of the car. I opened my mouth to argue, but I found as tears filled my throat.

I hated this. I hated him. I hated being treated like this, even if it's only been a week. I hated being talked to like an animal and I wanted it all to stop. He hurried inside while I scrambled around to find Celia, needing someone to cry to.

I couldn't find her, so I did the most childish thing I'd done in a long time. I curcled up on the guest bed and cried over no particular thing. Just being trapped here in general. I hated him. I thought of all the things he'd said, and I thought of the party today. I threw myself my own personal pity fest, my only tissue a wrinkled one that was crushed in the drawer of my nightstand. Why did he have to be the way he was? I sniffled and wiped my nose when suddenly the door opened.

A slightly startled Andy stood with a folded shirt and some toiletries. He quickly regained his cool composure and I sat up, trying to hide my tears. How embarrassing for him to see me like this..."I brought you some stuff." He said, his voice stern and uncaring. "Th-thank you." I managed to say. He set the things on my nightstand and turned to leave, and just as he did, he turned back and said, "Try to keep the crying to a minimum. I'm trying to sleep."

He had only brought the basics; a very large t-shirt for me to where, a toothbrush, an unopened travel pack of toothpaste, and a book. A book? I flipped through the pages; it was the Princess Bride. My mother read it to me when I was very young, much too young to understand it. I pouted my bottom lip and set it on the nightstand for later. I set the rest of the things next to the book and unzipped my dress, sliding it off and hanging back on the hanger. I my my bra and panties on because I was much too shy to take them off. If he or any maids did happen to come in, I should be wearing something under the t-shirt.

Notes

Sort of a filler, next chapter, shit is going dddooowwwnnn