The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

Early next morning, a knock on our door awoke the household. My mother was convinced it was the tax collectors and wouldn't let me answer, but when I peeked out the side window, I saw it was the boy from the mansion. The same one who led me into my guest room the day of the party. He was the youngest person there besides me, and he always looked unhappy. "Mother, he's from work." I reassured her before opening the door. The boy looked at my shyly, a curly clump of brown hair falling in his eyes. "Mr. Biersack told me to give this to you." He said, handing me a crumpled paper. "I would be careful if I were you." He added, a hint of concern behind his tone. I nodded slightly, not saying anything. He waved slightly and headed off, the rain speckling his hoodie. I felt sorry for him, out in the rain like that.


Dear Abigail,

I don't think you realize just how stupid you are. Please don't come in today as you've already dug yourself a grave and there is very little I can do to get you out of it. Unfortunately, you've just met my wife and she doesn't like anyone she deems as a threat. You, Abigail, are a threat. I believe it was rule 8 that told you not to be seen by anyone when coming to my house and to exit and enter only when I tell you. It would have been much safer for you if you followed that rule, because now she's seen you. So these rules you must follow carefully:

Do not answer the door.

Come to my house at 8.

Bring clothes and anything you might need.

I may or may not go into further detail upon your arrival. Please, for the love of God, don't let anyone see you.

Andy.


I frowned at the paper. He was right, I was stupid. I was very, very stupid. I should have waited instead of going out in the rain without Andy's permission. However, I was also curious and that bed was tempting me. That delicious mattress and warm covers were very appealing and if Andy wanted me there, I might as well take advantage of it his 'hospitality.' I tilted the paper down and looked out the window to see rain bouncing against the pavement in puddles. I didn't have an umbrella, but I could makeshift. I peeked in my mothers room to see she was asleep, like usual.

I grabbed my jacket and held it over my head like a tent. The door was open, but I couldn't bring myself to run out in the pouring rain.

1, 2, I counted to myself.

3.

I sprinted out as fast as a malnourished teenager could sprint until I finally reached Andy's house. I made my way to the back door and knocked, hoping the woman yesterday wouldn't answer. To my hoping, Andy answered. However, not far off in the background, I could see the woman gathering her things from a chair. She turned around to see who was at the door. "You again..." She said, her eyes narrowing. She was a gorgeous woman; volumous blonde hair and a sharp jawline. Her eyes were shaded with long, thick lashes and thin, arched eyebrows. Any woman would envy her looks. "What do you want?" She asked, stalking towards me. Andy stared at me, expecting me to do something. The woman looked me up and down. "I sure hope this isn't like Summer, Andy." Joan snapped, pushing past me and out the door.

He looked at me and became immediately relieved, his shoulders sinking with relaxation. "Come in." He said, stepping aside. I nodded and stepped inside shyly, clutching my clothing shyly. "You're soaked..." He said snarkily , looking me up and down. I didn't speak. My mind was still processing what happened just moments before. "Care to tell me what this was about?" I asked, a slight edge to my voice. "I didn't know she was going to be here, Abigail." He said in an equally venomous tone. "Well, clearly." I replied. He shot a glance at me to out me back in my place and held his hand over his eyes in frustration. "You've gotten yourself in so much trouble..." He sighed. "Me?" I scoffed angrily. I usually wouldn't stand up to him so much, but I was particularly fed up today and tired of being used. I paced in front of him and my voice raised.

"You bring me over to your house at 8:00, in the pouring rain, and I get here on time, and you made a mistake because you didn't know your bitch of a wife was gonna be here. Then, I endure a screeching at from her and don't speak. After sitting through an eternity of family drama, I come over to you hoping for atleast one sincere apology, and you blame your shitty marriage on me. Funny how that works." I snapped. He tossed his head towards me and snorted. "Upstairs. Guest room. Now." He ordered. I opened my mouth to fight back, but closed it. I was tired and didn't feel good. It wasn't worth it. I sighed and stalked up to the room I'd slept in the night of the party. Opening the door, I sat myself down on the comfy matress and thought. Who was Summer, and why did Joan relate me to her? Why did Joan see me as a threat? Why was I even here? I spread out and rolled over onto my side, lost in thought. The feeling of tears came again, but I shoved them away. Why was my instinct always to cry? It was so childlike. You'd have thought all those years of tireless work to get money would make me stronger, but really it just wore me down to a thin slice of what may have once been a girl with potential.

I thought about the times I was still in school. Believe it or not, I loved it. I loved the people there. I loved the teachers and I loved learning and reading and math. I was a straight A student and an extremely talented cellist. I had so many friends; I could barely remember the face of my best friend Sophia who had once known everything about me and I her. I wasn't the interest of many boys, but I wasn't even into that. I just wanted to know as much about things as there was. I don't think any of that me is left. I remember when my father passed and things began to go downhill. My mother got sicker and couldn't work, and I had to throw away all my big dreams and drop out of high school to help out at home. I remembered my plans; I was going to Yale with my best friend Sophia and we were both becoming lawyers. But you can't be a lawyer if you didn't even finish high school. I tried so hard to pretend I was okay with dropping out of school; I tried so hard to be strong for my mother. But I knew there were times she was just as upset as I was about me leaving school.

Suddenly, I heard a faint knock at the door. It was quiet, barely audible. I jumped around and, thinking it was Andy, put on a sour face. "Come in." I said quietly. The door opened and, to my suprise, there stood Celia with a small tray of food for me and a sympathetic look on her face. "Celia..." I said quietly, happy to see her. "Hello hun, I came as soon as I could. Heard about you and Mrs. Gilifrend, you'll have to be awful careful." Celia spilled. I nodded slightly as she set down the tray of food. "I have to go quickly, Andy said he wanted to come in here and talk with you before bed." She said. I just nodded again and began to eat. She watched me carefully. I atein silence for a while before she finally spoke. "He certainly does like you."

Notes

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