The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

Andy was trying to tell me something through his eyes, but I couldn't read it. It was angry, but also concerned. "Well?" The woman said, turning back to me. "Why are you here?" Now that I thought about it, the woman was very snake-like. I pictured her pupils turning to sharp black diamond shapes and a bright red tongue with split ends flicking from her lips. Suddenly, a clap of thunder surprised me and made me jump. I opened my mouth to speak, the lightening sending a flash behind me. "M-May I come in?" I asked shyly. Andy's glare intensified behind me. "You?" The woman said, slightly immused. "Joan," Andy said in the background, a desperate yet stern tone to his voice. "You're soaking wet and positively filthy! State your business or leave." She snapped. My eyes floated to Andy as the rain fell in heavy droplets on my head. Another clap of thunder was followed by the blinding flash of lightning. "I-I left my wallet here." I said. Andy made like he was going to charge at me, but stayed still. The woman laughed. "Likely story, now go back to the streets." She said, giving me a final glare. Andy opened his mouth and began to say something and jog towards the door, but the woman shut the door.

I was going to knock on the door again, but a series of shouts came from inside. They came from both Andy and the woman I assumed to be Joan. I stood outside the door and listened a bit.

"Who was that?!"

"No one! I have no idea!"

"Clearly you do!"

"Just fucking drop it!"

"No! I am your wife, I deserve to know!"

"Leave it alone!"

A loud smash came from inside and a loud clap of thunder made me jump. That's when I noticed my sweater was literally dripping and it was getting colder by the second. My house was about 5 minutes away, but in this rain it would be 10. The thought of walking back in my wet socks and draggled hair made me wince. I'd have blisters for weeks. I bit my lip and began to walk, the wet heel of my shoe rubbing a red spot onto my ankle.

I walked five houses down before a car drove past me and through a puddle in the street, causing a wave of murky rain-water to fly up and soak me. I gasped in surprise. It was freezing cold and I still had four blocks to go. Lightning driving me over the edge, I began to jog. It felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper over my heels. I would get home soon.

Suck it up, Baylie...

I told myself. I heard Andy's voice ridiculing me for being so slow. I pictured the snake woman who was, assumably, his wife with her forked tongue and hisses. I had always pictured his wife as a shy woman who he could control easily. Andy seemed to liked being in control of things, and not just sexually. He always liked to know what was happening or what someone else was doing. He liked order and neatness, and he liked being aware. My ankles were killing me, and I began to sprint a little faster to get home. I wanted that bed in Andy's guest room. I wanted to sprawl out on it and pull the covers up under my chin when I lie on my side. Five minutes and my house was in sight.

I opened the door and stumbled inside, taking off my clothing and throwing them in the tub to dry out. I shivered and dried my hair with a musty-smelling towel and immediately hurried under my covers.
I rubbed my sore ankles and pressed down hard on my eyes and began to cry. I cry very often, even if there's no reason for me to be crying. It's just a way to get emotions out, I suppose. It's like all my anxiety glasses over into my eyes and rolls down on my cheeks and I feel better. The people who say crying doesn't make you feel better obviously never cried.

I sat in bed and thought about Andy. He made me excited. I didn't love him, but the idea of being in love was so appealing to me I 'fell in love' with anyone who spoke to me. It could be the cashier who tells me to stay safe in the rain or someone who compliments me, but I find myself excited by the least signs of affection. I thought about Joan and why her and Andy were still together if they were so miserable around eachother. Eventually, my thoughts faded out and I began to sleep a dark, dreamless sleep. Sleep.

Notes

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