--Baylie's POV--

I seethed at Joan. I couldn't let her know how weak I was. I couldn't let her know she hurt me. I braced myself and shoved my torso upwards with my legs.

I unintentionally cried out in pain as the familiar stab in my stomach sent shock through my abdomen. I took my first step, and I thought I was going to pass out. I could feel Joan's smirk on me.

What the fuck was wrong with her? I didn't do anything! I didn't kiss Andy-he kissed me! I didn't ask to come to his house every day until the end of Summer-he asked me! None of this is my fucking fault!
Anger rushing through me, I snapped around. My hand flew to Joan's face, and when it retracted I saw three, bleeding scratches on her cheek. I glared at her, my nostrils flaring and my breathing heavy. "Oh," she said, amused. "Look at that, the kitten's learned to claw."

--Andy's POV--

It was dark out, and had been 2 and a half hours since I'd received Joan's last text. Fuck, she could be dead already. I was nearing the cellar, but not as close as I wanted to be.

Don't ask me how Joan kept getting access to this thing; it was once an old wine cellar but they closed it down as soon as they found Naomi in it.

--Baylie's POV--

I stepped down the steep stairs, falling on ever other step. Why was I walking? Why didn't I just run? It was only Joan and the strange man she called Oli, maybe I could take them out. Oh, who was I kidding.
The worst part was that nobody was going to help me. Andy doesn't care, my mother won't notice. You don't realize how unimportant you are until you really need someone and they don't even know you're there.

I reached the bottom of the stairs to find myself in a large, wooden room with hundreds of empty shelves, gathering dust. There was a chair and some caution tape on the ground. My heart rose to my throat and I began to back up the stairway, bumping into Joan. She thrust me forward to the middle of the room, and I cramped down on my hands and knees with pain.

--Andy's POV--

In the middle of my conversation with Ricky, my phone vibration. Joan.

"Hold on a sec, Ricky." I said. "Joan just texted me."

We just reached the cellar, are you almost here? She can't walk very well and has been coughing up blood for a while. I've got Oli Sykes here, I'm sure if you don't get here soon I won't be able to hold him back.

I stared down at the long message, my hand squeezing my phone so hard I thought it would break. My hand slammed on the call button and she picked up almost immediately.

"I thought you'd never call!" She said, her voice as fake as a doll.

"Joan, let her the fuck go."

"Do you want to talk to her?"

"Joan, listen to me!"

"Here, I'll give her the phone."

I tensed. The cellar was 30 minutes away, please hold on Baylie.
.
"Andy?!" A voice as soft as the summer breeze called.

"Baylie, listen, hold on, hold on." I said quickly. "Don't do anything she asks; you can defend yourself. I know where you are. Hang on...fuck, fuck..." I cursed.

"Y-you're coming?" She asked.

"Mhm...just...fuck, fuck Baylie hold your shit together."

--Baylie's POV--

Joan snatched the phone away from me.

"Be here soon." She said, hanging up.

She looked back down at me. "Well then," A smirk was plastered thin on her face. "Let's get started."

Notes

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