The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

"Prove it." Joan said, throwing Abigail in front of me. Abigail looked at me with teary, fearful eyes. She opened her mouth and I heard her take a shaky breath. "Go on," Joan said, standing off to the side. "If she's nothing, you can hurt her." Something inside me couldn't bring me to hurt her. I had done it before, but something was stopping me now. My fist wouldn't move. "If you don't do it, I will." I brought my hand up, but I just...couldn't.

Seeing Abigail like that in front of me was too much. I had done it before, why couldn't I do it now? I dropped my hand. Joan scoffed.

"Goodbye, Andy. I hope you enjoy fucking this stupid slut while you can." She commented, but before she left she got up in Abigail's face and aggressively whispered something I couldn't hear.

--Baylie's POV--

"I will make sure you suffer, for this. I will make you suffer." Joan whispered.

--Andy's POV--

Abigail's eyes got big and Joan stalked away. Neither of us spoke until the front door closed. Abigail took a shaky inhale through her mouth, but what came back out was a slight cry. "Abigail..." I said, taking a step towards her. "Come on, let's get you out of here. Take you on home." I finished. She nodded, trying to compose herself. "I'll walk you home." I offered. She nodded, getting her things together.
We walked in silence down the block. I knew I'd gotten her into much more shit than I'd like to admit. In the end, I would have no choice to stay with Joan anyways, so what was the point of this?

"Why didn't you hit me?" Abigail asked out of the blue. I shrugged. "Mhm." She looked away.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly.

"What did I tell you about apologizing like that?"
"Sorr--er..."

I laughed lightly. "Is this your house?" I asked her, notioning to the broken down little shack. "Yeah." She said dryly, turning into the car-less driveway. I led her up to the doorstep and stood in front of her a moment, my eyes flicking from her mouth to her eyes. She whispered something, but it was too late for me to hear it. I dipped my head down, kissing her gently. My teeth went to clamp around her bottom lip, but I restrained myself. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and felt as she backed slightly, awkwardly going along with the kiss. I pulled my tongue from her mouth and unlatched my lips from hers. Her eyes were wide open. "Goodnight." I whispered, heading off.

--Baylie's POV--

"Goodnight." He whispered, heading off. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed. My mouth was still parted from the kiss, a small bit of saliva pooling behind my lower lip. I gulped, tucking my hair behind my ear and regaining myself. I opened the door and headed inside, throwing my bag down next to me. The first thing I did was check on my mother. I opened the door that led to her room and sat on the end of her ved, laying my hand on her leg gently.

"Mom," I said quietly. Her eyes opened and she adjusted to the light a moment.

"Who was that man?" She asked, her voice hoarse and dry.

Crap.

"Don't think I didn't see." She smirked. I couldn't help but smile back. "He's just...a guy." I responded. She brought her hand up to my head and brushed the small wisps of hair on my face behind my ear, a proud smile on her face. "Yeah but...I want details." She said, her voice cracking. I didn't speak. "When I first met your dad," she began to break the silence. "I was the exact opposite of you. I was ready for kids and marriage and...I wanted to start a life with him right away." Her eyes gleamed at the mention of my father. "And he would tell me all the time to slow down, but eventually I think he gave up and dove in with me." I smiled and held her hand, trying to hold in tears. Suddenly, she began to cough and shake violently. "Go...to....bed." She said between coughs. "Oh-okay." I stuttered, my heart beating.

That night was different. I could feel my heart more, and it hurt, like I wanted to cut myself from my skin so I could breathe. My stomach felt warm and my throat felt full, like I swallowed something that didn't really go down all the way. I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning and thinking about the kiss; the way his tongue slipped between my lips, brushing the tips of my teeth and settling in the side of my mouth. The way he squeezed my bottom lip ever so lightly with his jaws, just enough to remind me he was there. And the way he sucked my lip into his mouth so I could taste the last cigarette on his lips. I was so confused. What was I feeling? Why was I feeling it? I clenched my gut. Perhaps I was sick. I felt as if maybe I could be. My head felt fuzzy and light and I couldn't keep the same thought for long. I forgot about Joan and the threats she made. I wanted to see Andy again. I wanted to cure this sickness inside me.

Notes

Woah, so what is Joan gonna do? What about that kiss? Why didn't Andy hit Baylie?
Leave me your predictions for the sotry and we can see who's a mindreader!