The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

It hurt to breath. There was blood in my mouth, and as many times I tried to spit it out more kept coming.

Please, Andy, I need you now.

I tried to get a grip of my surroundings. I was on the floor of a van that had all the seats removed. The man who was driving Joan called Oli, and when she got particularly mad at him she screamed "Sykes!" Which I assumed was his last name.

I spit blood from my mouth and took a shaky inhale as Joan appeared again. I didn't say anything; it hurt to talk. "We're almost there." She said, purposely torturing me. "Please," I whispered desperately. "Please, I-I don't know what I did. Please—" I was cut off as she grabbed the stick and began to hit me with it, mercilessly. "Please!" I screamed, pain erupting all over my body. I tried to bring my arms up and cover my face, but she just kept hitting. She stood back, out of breath. "There," she said, panting.

--Andy's POV--

I turned onto the lonely little road. I was driving behind a white van that was going just about as fast as I was, which was concerning since I was flooring it. Fuck, what do I do? This is all my fault. I should never have gotten her into this.

I have to give her the chance Naomi didn't get. I have to try to get her out of there.

--Baylie's POV--

I tried to sit up and look out the window, but a blazing pain sprouted in my stomach. Fuck. From what I could see, we were in the desert now. There was a car a little while behind us, but that was it. I felt as tears raged to my eyes. I laid on my back, my hand on my head and broke my strong. I cried. Tears ran down my face. Andy wasn't coming to get me. No one was coming to get me.

I'm going to die. This is how I'm going to die.

My mouth parted and a shallow sob released. I hoped Joan didn't hear that, she'd be out here in an instant.

--Andy's POV--

My phone vibrated.

Awh, she's crying :( At least we kept her face pretty.

Fuck, fuck, why can't this drive faster? I grabbed my phone and dialed Ricky. I didn't know how he would help, but I needed to talk to someone right now.

"Hey Andy." His voice sounded.

"Ricky, hey, Joan...Joan has Baylie."

"What?! Like-has her?"

"I'm driving down to the cellar they found Naomi in right now."

"Fuck, Andy, what do I do? How can I help?"

"I don't—I don't fucking know! It's my fault she's in this mess and I don't know how to help her! For the first time in my fucking existence I actually care about someone! And I'm letting this happen! I don't know where to fucking go and I don't have a clue where the hell she really is. Joan's been texting me and..." my voice got low. "When I called her, I heard her screaming. She was screaming my name, Ricky. My fucking name! She isn't just some girl, anymore. I want to help her! She might fucking die! And it's my fault!" I shouted.

Ricky didn't speak.

I was so confused. I didn't know what to say or how to help. I noticed I had slowed down a considerable amount; the car that was in front of me was now out of sight.

--Baylie's POV--

"Get out of the car." Joan's voice sounded.

"I-I can't stand." I cried helplessly. Fuck, why am I so weak?

"I said, get out of the car."

Notes

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE TRIGGERING. WARNING.

GOAL: How many comments do you think I can get on this one chapter?