The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie’s POV—

I quietly jogged the handle of the thin black door on the side of the house. To my surprise, the door creaked loose. I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. Just a quick look. I could probably fit a couple things in my purse, they could buy new ones couldn’t they? Besides, nobody would find me here. The Manor King probably never even comes downstairs. I pushed the door inside and gently shut it behind me. The house was freezing cold, it would probably snow inside if there was no roof. The floor was smooth white marble with bolts of darker gray scattered about. I looked around a little. As I pondered the living area, I began to notice the abundance of clocks. Two, shiny wood grandfather clocks stood pressed against the corner and at least 12 lined the walls. I walked, my hands grazing the cool stone furniture. The ceilings were high and painted with little Roman cherubs, flying in and out of delicately painted white clouds and aimlessly floating in a clear white sky. My hands traced the sharp corners of a bookshelf, and I pulled out a few books and stashed them away in my purse. That would be good fun to read later, and I could see if I could sell them to the library when I was finished. A rounded archway lined with wood led into the next room. It had artwork and, once again, clocks. Lots and lots of clocks. I stashed away a few small trinkets, one being a shiny gold necklace laid out on the table. He must have a wife. I continued to walk, the cold beginning to have an effect on my skin. I shivered and brought my arms across my chest, goose bumps breaking out all over my skin. I moved on to the next room, occasionally taking a tiny statue or another piece of jewelery. Some things would be great material for selling; if I could get out without trouble I’d be able to afford more than medicine. The next room was huge, and had a comfortable couch and a Jurassic-sized flatscreen television. My mouth gaped open slightly. A fireplace with crinkles of paper sat, still radiating a little heat from the past fire. I wonder what they’d burned. Suddenly, I heard footsteps.

Fuck.

I looked around me in a panic for somewhere to hide. Trying to stay light on my feet, I hurried towards the back room. It felt as if my chest was made of heavy iron. I heard a doorshut, and tried to keep my head down. Suddenly, just as I was about to exit the second room, I bumped into something hard. I jumped, startled and dropped my bag, spilling all the stolen items. To my utter torture, I looked up to see a tall, thin man glaring down at me. “How did you get in here?” He asked. I jumped at his deep, rough voice. “I-I…” He looked down to see the spilled contents of my bag. “Were you stealing these?” He asked, sounding angrier. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his, lost in their glass blue texture. “Answer me!” He shouted. I jumped. “N-no…I was just…I was just looking.” I lied, knowing he wasn’t going to buy it. He had prominent cheekbones and a thin face, and was undeniabely attractive. Was he the Manor King? He had a shining silver lip piercing and I could see a dark tattoo appliqed on the side of his neck. He scoffed.

--Andy’s POV—

Her eyes met mine. She was pale and thin, dirt her from head to toe. She had hollowed cheekbones that were covered in ash and earth. I scoffed at her. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve tracked your filth into my house.” I said, noticing a few small particles of dirt on the smooth marble floor. “I-I’m sorry.” She said, looking down at her feet now. “Why were you in here?” I asked, roughly tilting her head up with my hands. She jumped and went to defend herself, but stopped her action in mid air. “I-I just wanted to have a look around…” She said, but her face turned red at her cheeks. I brought my hand up and slapped her. She gasped and brought her hand up to the red mark on her cheek.

“I-I…” She stuttered.

“Don’t lie to me. Were you stealing?”

She nodded shyly.

I brought my hand up and slapped her again.

“I could have you arrested.”

Tears filled her bright green eyes and she bit the inside of cheek, making her seem like a small child who’d been caught eating before suppertime. I sighed as I watched her, perplexed and slightly angered. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll go right away…” She pleaded. I grabbed her wrist to assure she would stay. “You’re absolutely filthy.” I remarked bitterly. Her eyes shot up at me aggressively but she didn’t say anything. “Sir, I’m sorry, it was merely a misunderstanding…I’ll go right away.” She said. “Don’t call me sir.”

--Baylie’s POV—

“What’s your name?” He asked, but in the cold way he put it it sounded like more of a statement. “A-Abigail…” I said quietly, my eyes meeting his addictive glare once again. It was almost as if his eyes were glass, and if you looked at them long enough you’d see straight through them to the other side. “Now, Abigail, you are a disgusting creature and you smell like a gutter. Wash yourself and come back here tomorrow at 10:00 AM sharp. If I don’t see you at my door at exactly then, I will rain legal brimstone on you so hard you will never come up for air again. Do you understand?” He said, his blue eyes piercing into mine. Blue wasn’t enough to explain the color of his eyes, which were very intently focused on me. They were like live electricity. “Yes sir.” I said. Suddenly, his hand rose and struck my sore cheek. “Don’t call me that. Now go, and try not to get your filth on anything of mine.” He spat out coldly. I could
do nothing but nod once and hurry out the door, perplexed by the strange string of events that had just occurred.

Notes

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