The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

The clouds clouded the sky for the next week, leaving a grey haze on the mansion. Sometimes, spurts of rain would fall from the sky just enough to give off the smell of wet leaves before retracting into the clouds again.

I spent more and more time with Baylie, trying to figure out what was going on beneath her pale skin. I knew that inside, she was having her own storm trying to figure out what to do. She didn't want to go to the police, somewhat for the same reason she avoided the hospital. She didn't want anyone to know. I told myself I wanted to go to the police too, but inside, I was happy she didn't want to. I didn't want Joan to be arrested. I didn't want that.

I was too weak.

I was too afraid.

Baylie worried about her mother constantly. She always asked me if she could make a quick trip back home or if she could leave for just a night. I had put up my walls again. It would save her the trouble if I stayed away from her and she from me.

I had maids go and check on her now instead of me, and I told her she could go home when her stitches dissolved.

She wasn't happy. She just stared at the rain all day.

--Baylie's POV--

It was always quiet. I wasn't in much pain amymore, only a few sore bruises and some soreness. Joan was only half the sadness in me. Andy filled the other quarter. He was the same man I first met again. He didn't talk to me, and although he wasn't completely bitter he was dismissive. It was like he didn't care. I remember the way he carefully stitched up my leg and the way he ever so gently rubbed peroxide along each small cut. He had been so gentle and caring, and the way he was whisper encouragements under his breath. He even called me Baylie. I would never have guessed he'd have done that, now. The last time he came to check on me was two days ago.

I liked to watch the rain hit the pavement. I wondered if the raindrops knew the ground was coming, if they worried about it and tried to stop amd slow down, or maybe they were oblivious to their cold end just feet below them. I was kind of like a rain drop once, not seeing the ground. Just falling. And then, when it hit me, all that force and power just slammed into one explosion and I joined another puddle on the ground.
I should have known from the moment I walked into the mansion he didn't like me at all.

It's not like he ever really expressed his undying love for me, and that made it worse. He didn't even lead me on. I fell for him. And that's a problem.

He said I could leave as soon as my stitches dissolved, and that I planned to.

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