The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Ricky's POV--

I pressed my finger into the white button on his porch. I hadn't been to his house for a while. He always had at least 50 maids in the house, but not the fun kind. They were generally old and boring or already married.

I knew Baylie had started out as a maid. She was a strange choice for Andy, since he usually asked the city board for volunteers and they threw him the widowed old housewives and beaten down old ladies. Baylie was none of that. Baylie was young and pretty and innocent, like she hadn't quite experienced life yet. Sure, she'd gone through hardships, but that doesn't mean she's had her first real job or gone through college or anything. That was why she was such a strange choice for Andy; she was
inexperienced.

The door opened to reveal Andy, looking stressed and tired. "Hey." He said, his tone whisper-like. "Come on in." I nodded with a slight smile and walked inside.

It was as Andy-like as usual. Cold, stone, and tidy. "She's upstairs. Give her a minute." He said, trying to smile. He closened to me. "Listen, when you go up there...they forced her into some things she doesn't wanna talk about...Just don't bring it up, okay?" I nodded, my tongue creeping out to lick my lower lip before skimming it with my teeth. I thought about what they must've done to her, how she must feel. Awful. Horrible. It made me angry. I didn't know her well, but she was cute and awkward and funny. I'd hate to think anyone one do that to her.

Andy stirred slightly. "Okay." He said. "Let's go up."

I followed him up the staircase, shivering slightly as my skin got used to the cold. He led me down the hall and gave me a wary glance before opening the door.

Baylie was tucked amongst a mass of covers. Large, dark purple spots marked her body, some of them turning yellow towards the center. Thick cuts lined all down her neck, a paticuarly long one gouged across her collarbone. In a perfect ring around her neck was a red mark, bloody in some places.

A collar had once been around her neck.

I tried not to stare too obsessively. "Hey," I said as gently as possible, standing next to the bed at her feet. Should I sit? Should I stay standing? She smiled weakly. "Hi." There was a short, awkward pause.
"How you feelin'" I asked.

"Tired." She whispered, looking me straight in the eyes.

I gave her a sympathetic smile. "Chris sent this." I said, pulling out the bar of chocolate he'd given me before hurrying off to a business arrangement. She smiled. "Thank you!" Andy laughed a little behind me. "Show him your stitches." He said. Stitches? It was that bad? She pulled up her sleep-shorts to reveal a long row of dark X's. Stitches indeed. I inhaled slightly. "Andy did them." She said quietly. I turned around and looked at Andy. "You didn't take her to a fucking hospital?" I asked. Andy gave me a look like a dog caught eating the trash. "She didn't want me to and I've done the, before." He defended. "Then you haven't told anyone about what she did?" I stood up straight now, my voice and temper rising. Andy tensed his jaw. "Ricky." He warned.

--Baylie's POV--

Ricky walked towards Andy slightly. Please don't make me go to the police. I don't want them to know, I don't want my mother to know. I looked at Andy for sympathy. He was still immersed in a stare with Ricky. "I think it's time you leave." He said tensely. "Thank you for visiting."

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