The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

"No Andy don'--" I cried out, cut off by the opening of the bathroom door.

Here I was, naked on the bathroom floor, crying at the feet of the man, if one dare call him that, I found myself so infatuated with. No, infatuated wasn't a good word. However, neither was love. I found myself, rather...tempted. Tempted was the word. I was tempted by him.

Andy opened doors I didn't know existed, and that made me curious. Daring. It made me feel more like my own person with my own descisions, even if he was manipulating me. Like a grownup.

He stood there, looking at me a moment before kneeling down to my level and lightly running his hand along my cheek. "I didn't mean that...." he whispered quietly, looking into my eyes in a way that made it seem as if he was looking beyond them, further into me. Have I no shame? Should I not be covering myself from him? "I brought you some dinner, and some clothes." he continued. I turned my head away from his hand, my stringy wet hair covering the side of my cheek he had been so softly touching. "I want you to tell me why you did that, and I want you to explain why it's in my best interest to be your dog every time we go out. And I want you to apologize." I said boldly.

"Get dressed and eat. I'll tell you then." He said, his voice becoming more sure and bold.

I nodded, bringing my towel to cover myself again as I rose. He watched me, helping me up as if I was made of thin glass and may break any moment.

--Andy's POV--

I sat on the bed while she dressed, making her way towards me in the loose t-shirt and boxers she had borrowed from me. A tray of food sat at the end of the bed, which I gladly had a maid prepare for me. She picked it up, sitting cross legged in front of me and beginning to eat.

"Let's play 20 questions. You ask me something, I ask you." She said.

It worried me slightly how bold and in-control she had been lately. I knew it was a good sign, she wasn't afraid of me, but I couldn't help but be concerned. I nodded. "I'm going first." I said.

"Why did you pull away this morning? In the shower." I said cooly. She tensed.

"I don't know. I wasn't...ready. And it hurt." She responded. I nodded. There was a small moment of silence before she continued the game, asking her question. "Why is it in my best interest to follow your...rules?" She asked, sounding hurt. I took a deep breath.

"There was a point in life where I...where Joan and I got along very well. She was poor, not as so as you but...y'know, poor...I didn't see a problem with it. I brought her to the Motionless Mansion for dinner one night so they could meet her, and she them. I was proud of her--to call her mine. Naturally, one of them asked what her profession was and what Manor she lived in. I didn't know it was so horrible to bring her there, I thought I was just showing her off. Showing us off. She answered honestly that she was unemployed, and that led to the news of her homelessness and poverty getting out. It was obvious anyways because of how slumpy her posture was and how casually she spoke. She had never been trained for Manor life. Chris told someone, and it spread quickly. All the way to the city board. It's not like it was illegal, just...looked down upon, for a Manor King to marry someone so powerless. I didn't know just how bad it was until we got more serious. We got married, and people...People came to the wedding uninvited and stole information about me and my company from her, and they would touch her inappropriately and say out of line things, because she was a poor girl in the middle of a rich world and they saw that. Companies targeted the smallest of things, my wife, to bring my company down. They took advantage of her because she was inexperienced. I tried to help. I helped her get a fake company up so she seemed less naive. But she soon wanted it to be real. She started developing it into a real thing. As it became larger, it became a threat to my company. We were in the same business, you see. She became obsessed with expanding it, to the point where she asked if I would shut down my company. I refused. Absolutely refused. We fought for days and weeks and months until we loathed each other, hated each other to bits.She became distant and cold, and I grew stern from years of neglect and arguments. I lost control over her, so I became obsessed with controlling everything else I possibly could. I brought in servants to avoid having her clean or cook for me. I would purposely hurt her during sex so she wouldn't ask it from me anymore. It was a competition to see who could deliver the biggest blow, me or her.
I want to protect you. I don't want that to happen to us. Joan was just like you. You could be just like her."
She looked at me, deep in thought as I recalled the memories. "So...you helped her set up a fakecompany so she would stop being targeted as a gullible resource for your opposing companies, but she became addicted to it and lost sight of the purpose?" She clarified. I nodded. "I'm sorry." Her voice was quiet. "It's okay." I said. "I should have said something to her instead of just shutting her out like that. I'm partly responsible for it." I said, trying my best not to mumble. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with my question for her.

"Why do you stay here? With me?" I asked. She was silent a moment. "I dunno...I love you." She blurted out.

I jumped slightly at the words. I knew I could say them back, but I didn't quite know how. It was much easier to say 'I love you too' than 'I love you,' because when you add a too at the end it's just like you're agreeing with someone. I like that color; I like that color too. I had the easy part. But I still knew what it meant if I said it to her. Do I love her? Does she even love me? Time was wasting.

"I love you too." I responded lowly.

"Are you going to tell the police?" She asked, a bit of fear in her voice.

"Only if you want me to. I'm cutting off any of my connections with Joan."

"What do you mean?"

"Divorce."

"Oh."

We were both silent until she finished her food, laying her tray on the ground and leaning back on the pillows. I turned off the light before rolling over to face her, pulling her into my chest and rubbing her back gently. This is how it should be. This is how it should always be.

Notes

Hey! I know this chapter might be a little difficult to read because of all the dialogue and huge paragraphs, but try your best because it contains VERY important stuff. Thank you so much for all the feedback :)