The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I woke up to find the bed much more empty than the one I fell asleep in. I rubbed my sore, tired eyes and sprawled out. Andy must've gone downstairs already. I sighed heavily, remembering last night.
So, I suppose I finally understand Andy better.

I've come to the acceptation that I'll never fully understand Andy. No matter how much time I spend with him, I will never know everything about him like he eventually will me. He's much too complicated a man.
At least I could always try to understand him better. He was a control freak because he lost control. That was simple to remember. It's weird how simply their relationship fell apart. Joan became obsessed with business, and Andy became obsessed with control. It wasn't difficult. It wasn't some huge event. It was more of a gradual downfall, that slowly led to this.

I sat up, yawning and pointing my toes.

My stitches still hurt and the bruises were still sore, but I was feeling better. It hurt to walk too, but I was getting better and better every day. It had been about a month now, I recalled.

I raised my arms above my head in a stretch and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up. I winced slightly as a muscle in my thigh tightened with irritation. As I was about to walk out, I noticed a small scrap of paper on the nightstand with my name in it.

Baylie-
Last minute court reschedule. Be home tonight. Ask the maids for food. Do not leave
the house. Invite one of the Motionless' if you must, but text me first. See you tonight.

I set the note back down, frowning slightly. I didn't really want to go downstairs if Andy wasn't here, I'd probably run into the dozens of maids that didn't like me. That reminded me, where had Celia been? I missed the frail old woman and her motherly advice.

The word motherly had a new meaning for me.

No one was motherly for me, now. When your mother passes, the idea of having a mother is gone for you. No one can ever be even slightly be like your mother. At least that's how I felt about it. Now there were only people who cared for you and people who didn't.

I sat in bed, pondering my thoughts. Andy cared for me. He had a very complicated, unique way of showing it though.

--Andy's POV--

Before our actual court session, Joan and I had to sit in a very small room together and talk about our feelings. It was a very, very pointless thing to do, but it was a state requirement.

"This is your fault you know." She stated lowly.

"How is this my fault?" I snapped back, sitting up in my seat.

"You brought the girl in, you cheated on me, and you dragged her into this. Into us."

"There was no 'us' in the first damn place! She just helped me realize that."

"And in helping you realize you needed a divorce, let's review all the shit you put her through, shall we? You were the one who made her clean every single day, all day. You were the one who got her raped, twice, and beaten, twice."

"No, Joan, I think that was you. I made her clean, but you, you did the rest."

"You made me do it."

"I made you do no such thing!" I quickly stood up from my chair, knocking it over. My breathing was heavy. "Beat me, hurt me, break me apart, take my life away, but for the love of God, don't touch
her."

Notes

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