The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Joan's POV--

"Tomorrow." I smirked. Oli smiled slightly in return. "Tomorrow?" He asked for reassurance. I nodded. "Tomorrow."

--Baylie's POV--

I shut the door behind me, lost in a train of thought. My hair was damp from the rain, and although I told myself the tears running down my cheeks was just droplets of rain, I couldn't lie to myself. I was hurt.
Andy was a lion and I was a zebra, and he dragged out my execution as long as he possibly could. He found the most painful parts to bite and claw at, but he did not kill me. Instead, he inflicted as much damage on me as possible and then just...let me go. He knew I would die on my own anyways, but perhaps he felt if he released me from his claws he would not be to blame.

"Mother?" I called. "I'm home!" She didn't respond. She was probably asleep, or too tired to respons. I opened her door just a crack.

She was lying on her bed,her mouth slightly ajar. Her eyes were open,just staring at the wall. "Mom?" I said quietly. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her lips were pale. I walked inside. Something was different. Something wasn't right. She was even more pale than usual. I walked to her bedside and touched her hand.

She was ice cold.

Both my hands flew to my mouth, tears filling my eyes. Was she? She couldn't be! She couldn't be! I grabbed her wrist and pressed two shaky fingers to it. I searched and searched for a beat. "No..." I whispered to myself. "No, no, no!" I tried to find a pulse on her neck, and then searched for a beat on her chest. Nothing.

She was dead.

I don't know how many hours I sat by her bedside that night, hoping something would happen. She was just asleep, or she just zoned out. I was just dreaming. Tears spilled from my eyes constantly, making my eyelids swell and my face redden. Anyone I had ever loved, who had ever loved me, was gone. Andy, and now her.

I was completely alone.

It was my fault she died. I left her alone for too long. I cost her her life! This was my fault. This is all my fault. My forehead contorted as I begsn to cry harder, and suddenly I couldn't tell the difference between the dark, raining clouds outside and my teary eyes.

"Please..." I whispered. "If there is any God at all, anyone out there, help me. I can't do this, I can't do this! Please. Help me."

I looked up at our ceiling. My mother used to say that if you prayed hard enough and you really, truly meant it, God would send you an angel to help you. I wasn't even sure I believed in God anymore. I didn't believe in anything anymore.

--Andy's POV--

Tomorrow was Saturday. Joan came on Saturdays. I wanted to be out of the house by the time she got here. She could lurk through the house and laugh about what she had done to Baylie, to me, but I was not going to sit around and listen to it. I'd be out of the house from 8 AM to 10 PM, and hopefully she'd give up hope of me coming by then. Baylie wasn't here anymore. She'd done her job. Hopefully she was finished.

--Baylie's POV--

I needed someone so badly. I was now beginning to get afraid again. I was in my home, all by myself, with my dead mother and a psychopathic woman out to get me. And there is no one to help me.

It's very much like being a raindrop. You are falling from the clouds, the wind carrying you down so fast you can barely think. But the ground! It's right there, and you know it is, but you can't stop yourself fro, hitting it. You can't even slow down. You have no control.

I had to talk to Andy tomorrow. If it meant begging on my hands and knees like a dog for him to please take me back, I would do it. I just needed him. I needed someone.

Please don't leave me alone.

Notes

Hey! So i've seen some super cool ideas and predictions in the comments lately, one of them is similar to how the story will be going ;) Enjoy, and thank you all again for taking what I said i to consideration! Love you!