The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

She stared at me a moment, making me second guess myself. I was rushing her, she was almost raped a few days ago. However, to my surprise, she quietly responded with a small.

"...I love you...too."

My hand ran along the side of her cut cheek and I leaned down, wrapping my lower lip around hers and caressing the inside of her mouth with my tongue every once and a while. I ever so lightly clamped my teeth around her lip, my hand running to either side of her head and running my hands through her hair. Suddenly, I felt a small force at my chest. I pulled away and felt as she panted heavily. Realization hit. "Sorry." I said quietly. She shook her head, swallowing her spit before opening her mouth to pant more. "S okay."

I rolled over, laying with my back facing her and seriously reconsidering my choices. I had never kissed someone like that.

Sure, I'd kissed Joan. But that was with the intent of hurting her.

Sure, I'd kissed sluts and hookers aplenty. But it was just foreplay before fucking with no reason.

Baylie was different. I kissed her because I wanted somehow to connect with her, to feel her in any way possible. It sent a pain through my chest whenever I thought about it--about her.

I felt a light hand on my back. "Andy?" Baylie asked quietly. "Are you still going to go to the police?" I thought a moment. "Do you want to?" I responded. "No." She said plainly. I didn't speak for a moment. I wanted her justice. I wanted her to get revenge.

But most of all, I wanted her happy. I wanted to do what made her happy.

"Then I won't." I said, turning to face her. "Come here." I sighed quietly, closing my eyes. She hesitated, and I opened one eye. "That's an order." I heard as she laughed lightly and scooted towards me, letting me wrap my arms around her bruised back. I rubbed her skin gently, accidentaly running over a burn mark and making her stiffen. I felt her warm breath of my chest as she curled into me.

I wanted her.

I had turned into the moth at the light of the lamp, throwing myself against the glass in any attempt to get closer to this. Driven crazy with lust, love...passion. I tried my best to conceal the growing lump in my pants at the thought of her and I together in such a way.

Go to sleep, Andy. She's 17, and you're 25.

I shut my eyes, only to be plagued by dreams of her and I connected finally in a fuck of the century.

--Joan's POV--

"Do you meant to tell me you ruined my marriage and let that girl get away?!" I shouted into the phone.
"You could have atleast cleared the fokin' area!"

"Whatever. I give up. I'll drop off half your original payment at 8:00."

"Bitch..."

I hung up.

My attempts to hurt the stupid girl had been, admittedly, useless. I had done nothing, and nkw Andy and I were falling apart. I put my head between my hands, childhood memories returning.

My father had been a strict business man, always coming home late and having little pity for anyone. My mother hated his constant drive for the expansion of his company, and she eventually left him. My brothers went too, but I stayed. I promised him I'd lead the best company out there, and that was what my marriage to Andy was helping me do.

"I'm sorry Daddy..." I whispered hoarsely, feeling tears fill my eyes. "I tried."

--Andy's POV--

I opened my eyes, hearing a small noise that startled me. It sounded a but like a whimper coming from...Baylie? I sat up and shook her lightly. "Baylie?" I said, worried. I turned my head slightly to see her face. "Baylie, what's wrong?" She was crying.

"I can feel him, Andy..." She cried. "I can feel him touching me..."

I looked around the room for a moment, confused. Was he here? I'd kill him if he ever tried to touch her again...Then I realized what she meant. It was all in her head. She was scarred.

I turned her towards me. "Andy..." She worried. "Please...make me forget."

Notes

What does Baylie mean by, 'make me forget?'

Enjoy, children :)