The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

Either sides of my thighs hurt. They were sore, as if I'd been walking a lot the day before and this was the outcome. But it was worse, because his hands dug into me and he sliced glass and cigarettes across my skin. I still fought, I still struggled. I don't know why. I knew I wouldn't win, he was stronger and larger and already on top of me. I just couldn't lay here and let it happen.

I outstretched my arms, pushing at his chest defiantly. I was very tired, and my eyes hurt from crying.

Come on, Baylie, don't give up.

I rolled to the right slightly, earning a slash of glass down the side of my back. That one stung like hell. Everything in my body told me to stop. The pain from cigarette burns and glass cuts and bruises, every cell and particle of me was screaming at me not to move, let it heal. I was ready to give up too. It hurt. Everything hurts. It all stings and I can't keep my sore eyes open anymore. As my thoughts zeroed in on the pain, it became worse. Now that I really paid attention to my injuries, they burned and plagued me even more. I couldn't see much from my angle, but I saw there was a small amount of blood on the floor. Andy would be upset if he saw the red liquid staining his marble white floors he so diligently had cleaned.

--Ricky's POV--

I listened anxiously to the ringing of the phone, licking my bottom lip before gently running my teeth over it.

"Hello?" Andy's voice answered. He sounded a little disoriented.

"Hey, Andy, it's Ricky."

"Oh, hey, what's up?"

"I'm in front of your house, man, and I'm a little worried...I hear like, glass? Breaking? It sounds not good. Are you home?"

"No...Knock on the door. If no one answers, it's probably just Joan fucking some guy."

"Okay, listen, can I call you back when I check in? I need free hands."

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I took a deep breath. The house had stood silent for a minute or two, but a loud crash suddenly erupted. I jog-walked towards the door and, at first, tried knocking. No answer.

--Baylie's POV--

Knock knock knock.

The air was still. "Fuck." Oli said under his breath, although once again it sounded more like 'foke.' He looked back down at me. "Don't make a sound." He whispered.

I could feel my heart beating through my chest. It felt inches away from the surface of my skin. Do I scream? What happens if I do? I'm not even sure I can--it feels as if my throat is too closed to make even a mumble.

I opened my mouth slightly, but didn't make any sound. "Get up." He said. (Ge' up.) My mind raced. My eyes hurt from crying. I couldn't move. "No...please don't make me d-..." I said, choking on my tears. I began to panic, my gut flipping sideways. "Get up." He repeated. I was afraid what he'd do to me if I did get up, more so if I didn't. Here on the floor, I was close to whoever had knocked on the door. I didn't want to jeopardize my chance. i sat up slightly, kneeling on my knees. Small trails of blood traveled across my stomach and down my hips from the various cuts he'd made. They weren't too deep, but I could feel a few of them deep in my side. It was hard to think clearly.

"Get upstairs!" He said in an aggressive whisper.

Panic crawled from the pit of my gut, up my neck until my thoughts were clouded with fear and I couldn't think straight. My legs felt hollow and made of paper, shaking as I tried to lift myself from the ground. I walked shakily towards the staircase, sobbing slightly the whole way there. I stopped, facing him. "Please..." I cried, not even looking up at him. "D-don't make me..don't make me..." He looked from me to the door quickly, and suddenly grabbed me forcefully by a fistful of hair and pulled me upstairs, dragging me along and barely keeping me on my feet.

--Ricky's POV--

The house was quiet, not that I was closer to the door. I rung the doorbell. Maybe it wasn't Andy's house.

--Baylie's POV--

"Get in here." He growled, slinging me into Andy's room. I stumbled slightly. Andy would be upset if there was any mess in this room. Blood, footprints, anything would set him off. I knew it was stupid worrying about that right now, but I couldn't help but think if I did die I might as well make it easy to clean up.

Hush, Baylie, you're not going to die.

"Get in the bed and don't get out until I come back in here." He said. I slowly backed away, pressed against the corner of the room now. "Please...Please I don't know what I did, please just let me go and I'll never come here again!" I begged, my face contorting with tears. His eyes flicked to something to his right. I followed his gaze. The nightstand?

The collar.

Andy had left it there when he pried it off of me the night he found me. He picked it up loosely in his hands, looking back towards me. "Stand fokin' still and let me put this on you."

--Ricky's POV--

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and pressed Andy's contact.

"Hey, Ricky, what's the verdict?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Just a false alarm."

"Oh. K, well, good to hear then."

"Yeah."

"Listen, I have to go, there's a girl here that I feel like fucking."

I laughed awkwardly. "Okay..bye..."

"Bye."

Notes

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