The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

My heart leapt. Was it Andy? Maybe he did care about me after all. I wiped my tears away amd splashed some water on my face, hurrying towards the door. Maybe he does care about me, maybe he didn't really mean to. All the things he said, the kiss, they meant something. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I looked outside, confused. There was no one there. "Andy?" I called quietly, stepping outside and looking around. "Andy?" I repeated. Suddenly, scratchy fabric was slipped over my head.

--Andy's POV--

I got home and I couldn't live with myself. Knowing Abigail was at home, her eyes puffy as she probably thought about how stupid I'd been, it killed me. I kept pacing back ad forth, slamming myself against the wall. What do I do? Where do I go? Now was the time I needed someone to fuck, someone to take my anger out on. That was usually Joan.

Let's face it, what Joan and I had was not sex. It wasn't even fucking. We were beating each other up and pretending it wasn't. I would always bite her lip or grab her hair, or throw insults at her while we 'had sex.' I once slammed her against a wall so hard I thought I heard her cry. She would claw my back or refuse to swallow so I'd lose my climax, and her insults were equally scalding. With Joan and I, there was no safe word.

I paced for another hour or two, thoughts running through my mind. Finally, I grabbed the keys to my car and drove down the street to Abigail's. I couldn't let her alone like this. I needed to tell her. I needed to kiss her. I parked my car on the side of the road and got out, practically sprinting towards her door. I knocked, but jumped suddenly as my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Andy - Clearly, she isn't just a girl. She's been calling your name this entire car ride, I've tried to shut her up but I don't want to damage her too much before the main event. Maybe you could help me shut her up. -Joan

That fucking...bitch. I clenched my fists until my knuckles bled. Without a doubt, I knew where she was taking her. The cellar. The same place she took Naomi. I sprinted towards the car, my chest burning. She couldn't take her, she couldn't. She didn't do anything to deserve this. My eyes locked on the road, I sped 40 miles over the speed limit. My phone vibrated again.

Wow, you take forever. Maybe it's some consolation to you that you'll be the one doing the damage to her.

I stared down at the text, my knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. I floored it, my mind racing. If she so much as touched her, I swear...I kew for a fact Baylie couldn't handle more than a few kicks or punches. As much as she liked to think she was strong, she wasn't strong enough to withhold Joan's idea of punishment.

She's trying so hard not to cry; you should see the look on her face.

My phone sounded. I glared down at the number and pressed the call button. Fuck, my hands are shaking. I swerved in and out of cars on the freeway, waiting for Joan to pick up. She did, but the sound was not what I wanted to hear.

"Make some noise for daddy," Joan's voice said in a sickeningly sweet tone. I heard a muffled scream, and then a loud thump. "I said make some noise!" Joan shouted. Suddenly, my heart shattered. "Andy!" Baylie screamed. "Don't fucking touch her!" I shouted into the phone. I heard another scream. "Andy! I want Andy!" My chest tightened.

I threw my phone at the window sheild, getting off at the exit and speeding as fast as possible.

"Hang on Baylie," I whispered.

"Hang on."

Notes

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO COMMENTED! There were 8 whole comments all at once on last chapter and I'm SO HAPPY! Thank you!

Will Andy get there in time?

Did you notice how he didn't say Abigail?

What does Joan mean by, "You're the one who will cause her damage?"