The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Andy's POV--

It was close to eleven o'clock when the door opened and Baylie came home. I was in my office, signing things that would probably put me into bankruptcy. I was recovering slightly from my angry outburst earlier, but now that I knew she was here again I felt it returning. I stood up, running my hands through my hair and headed downstairs to face her.

As I made it halfway down the stairs, I finally saw her. It made me angrier than I was originally going to be to see what she looked like.

Her hair was wet and a little tangled, and she was wearing a t-shirt that, along with being wet, was certainly not hers.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" I shouted, storming towards her angrily as I finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

"The pool." she said calmly.

"What were you thinking? Do you know what you're doing?!"

"You don't own me, Biersack."

"Biersack? Biersack? Oh no, looks like Baylie's going through her rebellious teenage phase!"

She didn't speak, so I did for her. "Do you ever think before you act?!" I exclaimed, grabbing her arm and dragging her upstairs roughly. She made a few sharp inhales and cries as I slung her into what had basically become her room.

"Wash yourself, and put your own clothes on for fuck's sake." I socffed, slamming the door behind me and pulling the master key out of my pocket to lock the door.

The nice thing about the manor was that all the doors could lock from the outside and inside, but only with my master key. I didn't want to face her right now. I just wanted her inside that room.

I heard her twist the handle and pound on the door. "Andy!" She yelled. "Did you lock the door?!" I walked down the hall and into my office, trying to clear my mind. I just needed to think of something. I just needed to clear my mind.

--Baylie's POV--

I banged my fist against the door for another 5 or 10 minutes before I finally gave up, tears falling down my cheeks as I rested my forehead against the wall. This was absolutely...physopathic. I jade a frustrated, elongated moan as I ran to the bed and laid down. He'd let me out. I knew he would. I'd just have to wait.
I shouldn't have done that to him. I know how fragile Andy is, really, and I'm not really sure was caused him to be that way in the first place. It was something with Joan, I knew, and Andy never does things without a reason. I felt as my stomach caved in with guilt. Why did I have to be so difficult? What was in that spur of rebelliousness I's had that would make me do that? I got up and went to turn on the shower, feeling dirty and uncomfortable.

My thoughts returned to the shower Andy and I took this morning. His hands around me, pulling me closer, and the slight hum to his breath. I stepped into the water, but instead of staying standing I just sat, letting the warm water hit my legs. I hated this. I hated him.

No, I didn't hate him.

I only hated one version of him. The one he showed around other people, even the ones he trusted. He was possessive and fake, and always seemed tense. I liked the side he showed when we it was early in the morning, and he's drinking his coffee and watching television, and I come to sit with him and he wraps his arm around my back. I tilted my head back to rinse the shampoo from my hair. I couldn't help but think how much it smelled like Andy.

My shower took longer than usual. I dried off and stared myself down in the mirror a moment.

I was very different from when I first met Andy.

My hair had grown longer, all the way down to my low, low back. My eyes were a lighter shade of green, it seemed. My posture was better, and I stopped hiding my face with my hair like I used to. My skin was better, a slight pink constantly floating in the flesh of my cheeks. It seems like I've loosened up a little, laughing easier and smiling more. I definitely smiled more.

But now, I could see myself beginning to crack again. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I could see wrinkles forming in my chin as I threatened to cry again. My hands, and the rest of my body, was shaking and bruised, and covered in stitches. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to shatter the mirror that showed such a broken, pathetic version of me. I wanted to go back to being beautiful.

My bottom lip quivered, and I held my breath in my throat to keep from crying. I sunk to the ground, dropping the towel and letting my hair drip on the cold tile. I opened my mouth to gasp in air and accidentally let out a pathetic cry. This let to several more shaky, exhale sobs.

I felt a small and detached, like a little sea plankton floating far away from the rocks, with no control over anything besides it's own thoughts.

Suddenly, I hear a loud knock on the door. "Baylie?" Andy's voice inquired deeply. "I'm coming in."

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