The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

I pulled up in front of the Motionless Mansion, grabbing Baylie's hand a moment before she stepped out. "You remember the rules from last time?" I asked quietly.

She nodded slightly.

"Good. They still apply."

"I thought you were...done....with that."

"I need them to see you as obedient and glued to me. Look only me in the eyes, do not stray from my side, address me as Mr. Biersack, and keep your posture. It's in your best interest, I promise."
She studied me a moment before nodding again, stepping outside in spine-stiff posture.

--Baylie's POV--

"I thought you said we were going out for lunch." I said quietly. He looked down at me. "Do I need to go over the rules? Speak when spoken to." I nodded, slightly rustled by his over controlling nature.
Why was this in my best interest? Were the Motionless' bad people? I certainly didn't see them as so. They had always been very kind to me, despite a few misunderstandings. Besides, Ricky came to visit me two weeks ago and Chris sent along chocolate that, now to think on it, was still waiting for me on the dresser.

Andy knocked on the door, making me jump slightly as I woke from my zone-out. It was quickly answered by Chris's tall figure, who I didn't look at for long for fear of breaking one of Andy's stupid rules.

"Hey!" He said happily, hugging Andy and awkwardly side-hugging me.

"Hey, man!" Andy replied, letting me space out again a little.

Andy cared very much about how he appeared, or lack there of appeared, to the public. I suppose most business men do.

I sat down on the couch next to Andy.

Now that we were in public, Andy was trying to come off as in control again. Maybe that's what his goal is--to come off as in control. Or maybe he doesn't want them to know about whatever the fuck we've had going on lately. Did I just curse, in my head? He's rubbing off on me, I know it.

"Abigail? Abiigaaiilll?" Ricky's voice said, waving in front of my face. "Helloo?"

"Oh, sorry! Hi!" I said in an awkwardly cheery voice. Andy snaked his arm around my hip and tightened his grip for a moment to remind me of my crappy social skills. I sat up slightly.

"How're you feeling?" He asked.

"I-I'm well thank you."

"Heard you got some stitches." Chris added. I nodded, smiling shyly.

"Did it hurt?" he pushed further. I shook my head, although it was a lie. Stitches hurt quite badly.
"Can you still speak?" Ricky joked. Andy laughed along, although he knew very well the source of my silence.

"Yes." I responded, little humor in my tone. I felt Ricky's eyes on me, curious, as I drowned out Andy's conversation with Chris.

"Excuse me a moment. I have to use the restroom." I said quietly to Andy. He nodded nonchalantly, not taking his eyes from Chris as he spoke. "Um, where is your bathroom?" I asked Ricky, who seemed the only one not interested in Andy's conversation. "Oh, I'll show you." He said, standing up and walking around the corner and down the hall.

I remembered what happened last time I was in this situation and cringed at my stupidity.

We continued to walk, now several corners and hallways away from Andy, before I clumsily blurted out, "I'm still not a stripper." He snorted lightly, stopping abruptly in his path and turning around to face me. "I know, I know." He said, but suddenly, his voice got softer and quieter. "I just...he has you tied to him like a dog. It's not healthy to--Look at me." He said, taking my face in his hands and tilting it upwards. My eyes met his. "There, now I can see those pretty brown eyes."

My mind raced. Andy would kill me. How does he know about Andy's control over me?

"Did he give you rules?" he asked, still holding my face in his hands. I nodded. "Did he hurt you?" I paused a moment before shaking my head. Andy had never really hurt me. Ricky sighed slightly, studying me carefully. "Come here if he ever does. Be prepared for anything with him, honestly." He finally concluded, releasing my face and looking down at his shoes. "Okay." I said, my voice cracking. He looked up at me immidiately.

"So," I huffed. "You gonna tell me where the bathroom is?"

Notes

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