The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I felt myself begin to slip away at the door. My emotions, my sanity.

You know how they put those poles up next to newly-planted trees to help them grow straight? And if they took the pole away, the tree would grow crooked and malice. Someone had taken away my pole, and now I was leaning far to the side.

I heard footsteps from inside. Don't cry, Baylie, don't show him you're weak. The door handle made a fee clinking noises before the door pulled away. My eyes studied the face that had answered for a moment before processing.

Bad.

Bad.

This was bad.

Joan smirked. I was frozen in place. Run, you dumb-head. Just as my legs began to move, she grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind me. "Let me go!" I said, wiggling in her grip. She threw me down, and although I tried my best to catch myself I was still weak and went crashing onto the ground, almost knocking over a table. "Andy came to your rescue, last time." She said. "I didn't warn him this time." I regained my balance slightly.

No, no, no, this isn't happening again. I am not going through that pain a second time. Panic rushed over me. In fight or flight, I was a flight. "I'm going to let Oli take care of you." She said, a smile playing on her lips. "Let's see how much Andy loves you when we strip you of the only thing he wants."

--Andy's POV--

The rain stopped for the first time in a week today. It was still cloudy, but I could see the bright outline of the sun against the clouds. Ah, what a wonderul day to get blind-ass drunk. I sat at the bar, keeping an eye out for any one-night-stands. Maybe I'd be gone later than I thought.

I'm sure Joan was at my house right now, wondering where I was and sitting all by herself.

--Baylie's POV--

I'm not sure where Joan went, but she left. I was shaking. I had never been so terrified. Oli walked towards me. I went to move away from him, but he sped up and harshly kicked my legs from under me. I yelped out unintentionally. "Stop!" I yelled. "Please...Andy!" I don't know why I screamed his name. It gave me some source of comfort, like when a child calls for their mother. With me cowering on the ground, Oli slapped me across the face so hard my entire head moved. He kicked me up against the wall, and with every hit he made my tailbone slammed against the wall. I brought my arms up in attempt to shelter my face, but it really did no difference. He just hit my arms. "Please..." I wept. "Leave me alone..." He blew air from his nose in amusement. "Why? You have," he paused slightly. "What I want. And I need to tire you out first."

--Andy's POV--

Ah, at last. What a lovely blonde girl, if only her face wasn't so scrunched inwards, like one of those annoying little dogs. What do they call them? Shitzu's? I was much too wasted to care. I moved myself around the dark bar until my body collided with hers, moving myself against her and letting her know I was interested. She turned around and grinded back, returning the want.

--Baylie's POV--

Every part of my body ached. It was pain like I's never expirienced. There were tiny heartbeats all over my forearm, and I felt like I was going to hurl from the feeling in my stomach. My legs were so sore I could barely move them; almost as if the joint in my hips was crusted over. Everything was sore. Everything hurt. "Don't you fucking scream," his voice said, although it sounded more like, "Don't 'ou fokin' scream." I was sitting back against the wall, slumped. I couldn't defend myself, and at this point I wasn't thinking clearly enough to care.

His hands slipped under each of my arms and dragged me up the wall, so he held me pinned against the wall like a doll. Defend yourself, Baylie, come on. Don't just let it happen.

I wiggled slightly in his grip, but it didn't seem to have an effect. Besides, it hurt too badly to move.
I was a raindrop. I had hit the ground and morphed into another puddle of dirty ground water. I am a raindrop. I will never have any control over where I go or when I hit the ground.

I suddenly became aware of my lack of pants. Wake up, Baylie! I kicked my legs out, flailing miserably. "Do you want to do this on the ground?" He growled. (Do you wann-eh do this on theh ground?) I continued to struggle. "Fine." Without warning, he dropped his hold on me and let me crash to the floor. I cried out in pain and he was back on me in seconds.

His hand wandered down to my crotch. I screamed. "Stop!" I shoved his hand away, my mind beginning to settle again. Wake up, Baylie! Why can't I think clearly! I feel so...tired. It was hard to stay awake. He hadn't hit my head or anything, I was okay....Why can't I stay awake? He pinned me roughly to the ground, his hands roughly pushing into my stomach as he tried to take off my underwear. No, no, Baylie, don't let this happen.

It's the only thing you haven't sold.

It's the only thing you have left.

You are worthless without it.

He finally succeeded, giving me a rough slap on to the face. "S-Stop!" I cried out, kicking my legs towards him. Do not let this happen. Do not just lie here. Do something. His hands moved to his own pants for a moment, giving me a bit of time. I scooted backwards and thrusted my legs forwards, kicking him in the gut. He looked stunned for a moment, but quickly grabbed my legs and pulled me back down. I wriggled about, trying to free myself.

This will not happen. I will not let this happen.

He gripped either of my thighs, his fingers digging into them roughly. He tried to pry them open. I tensed every muscle in my legs, fighting to keep them closed. He seemingly lost his grip for a second and one leg caught free, flying out to the side and kicking the glass table.

Slam.

Glass shattered, sending out an awful noise through the echoing room. Using my distraction as his advantage, his hand gripped my free leg and pinned it down.

My legs were spread, but my arms were free. With all my might I pushed at his chest.

--Andy's POV--

I slammed the girl against the wall, my hands entangling in her hair. She ran her hands along my spine, deepening the kiss. I kept having to remind myself this wasn't Joan, I can't hurt other girls like I do Joan. I laid her on the bed, my hands still grabbing the roots of her hair roughly.

-Baylie's POV--

Suddenly, there was a sharp, dragging pain across my stomach. I looked down. Oli had grabbed a shard of broken glass and slid it along my stomach. "Be still." He said. One hand trued to cover my bleeding wound, a deep stinging sensation torturing my stomach.

Do you ever see those picture perfect couples, those TV pairs who care about each other and share their feelings and have cute moments together? I always wanted something like that when I was little. I wanted a guy to look out for me and miss my hand like the princes would. This was the final time I realized,
I would never have that.

I will never have a TV show relationship, if ever I have one in the first place. It will always lead to this. Destructive. Why do humans have to be so destructive? We've all seen it and done it, a small piece of paper in your hands and you absentmindedly rip it and wrinkle it and crumple it up. When you hold a plastic bag and you rip at it with your fingertips. Stepping on weeds and crushing crunchy leaves on the sidewalk because we, 'like the sound.' Humans, man or woman, will always be destructive.

And so, to contribute to the fest of destructive human nature, I screamed. As loudly as I possibley could, I screamed. This did not sit well with Oli, who had not yet made it inside me. He slashed at my stomach and my neck and face with the awful, stinging glass.

--Ricky's POV--

I had been taking a walk with Devin when I heard it. A scream. It was not that of a playful child's. It was desperate. A real scream. It seemingly came from Andy's house, and I knew that was never good. There had been business with Joan and Baylie doen there lately, and the thought crossed my mind for a moment...no. Of course not.

Better safe than sorry.

Notes

Dramatic chapter, I know, hang with me!