The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I threw up for the third time, listening to Joan talk to Andy through the roof. I clawed at the collar tight around my neck. It had begun to rub my skin raw. I was sitting in the blood and semen I had vommited.
"Andy, Anndy please!" I coughed. Oli got up and jerked me away by the metal clamp around my neck. "Don't touch me!" I growled. In return for my resistance, Oli growled lowly, "Open." I heard Joan shout something to Andy before reluctantly taki Oli in, tears flying to my eyes once again.

--Andy's POV--

"I'm not ready to open the doors just yet, Andrew!" Joan said. She sounded like this was all some big fucking game. I pressed my ear to the door to hear what was going on with Baylie.
I heard a low, growling exhale that sounded like a man. Then, I heard a heavy inhale and coughing, coughing, vomiting. I pounded on the door. "You fucking c-nt!" I screamed. "Watch the language, darling!" Joan warned. "There's a child in here!" This was sick. Baylie was a child, for fuck's sake! I heard Joan say something to the man, and then the door opened.

--Baylie's POV--

Oli grabbed me by my collar and pressed me into the corner of the room. "You make one fucking sound," he threatened. "And I will gag you so hard I'll break your fucking jaw." I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, moonlight streamed into the other end of the room.

Andy. He was here.

"Where the fuck is she?!" I heard Andy shout. I could see as his figure pushed Joan against the wall. "Tell me where she is or so fucking help me..." Andy growled lowly. I'm over here, Andy, I wanted to shout. Oli held my tightly to hsi chest, hiding me in the darkness away from Andy. Andy threw Joan against the wall and headed around the room. His eyes were used to the light outside, so I knew he had to rely on touch.

--Andy's POV--

I stalked about the room, barely able to see. Suddenly, I heard the splashing of a puddle. I looked down. I was standing in something wet. Why couldn't I see it?! Fuck, what if it was blood. Fuck, fuck...what do I do?

My phone.

I reached in the back of my pocket and grabbed my phone, tilting it down.

The floor was red with blood, but amongst the thin, red liquid was a thick, whitish cream. Fuck. I knew all too well what had gone down here. I tilted my phone up and used the light to look around a little more. Joan stood behind me and smirked and, suddenly, my light hit something important.

Oliver Sykes, a man I had quite some history with, held a bruised, bleeding girl I could hardly recognize as Abigail. "Drop her!" I shouted, charging towards the man. Suddenly, he brought a hand up to her mid-stomach, lifting up her shirt and holding a small, blue box to her bare skin. A lighter. "Ah-ah-ah!" He said comically. "Stop right there, or she'll get it."

--Baylie's POV--

Andy stopped dead in his tracks. "Don't fucking touch her." He warned. I whimpered desperately. Andy took a step forward, and Oli's arm tensed and I felt a searing pain abduct the sensitive skin of my stomach.

"Andy!" I screamed.

Oli's arm relaxed and the source of the pain was gone, but the feeling was still strong. It was burning, burning, burning. Fuck, please, Andy...My thoughts stopped making sense, it hurt too badly. "I told you." Oli said. My hands flew to my the burn in pain. "Take that thing off her neck and let her go." Andy growled. Joan stepped around aside Andy.

"On one condition." Joan said.

"What? What the fuck do you want from me?" Andy shouted.

Joan smirked. "Hurt her."

Notes

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