The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I didn't sleep that night. Memories of the man were glued to my train of thought, his fair skin and thin face. And those eyes. I couldn't remember their color, I just remembered electricity. They were like the blue part of a fire, burning away. The way his pierced lips opened to an 'O' shape when he spoke, and his deep voice. The thoughts lingered in my mind until morning, and even when I slept I was still drifting through my thoughts of him. I crawled from my small cotton bedsheets and yawned, stretching. I'd have to take a shower this morning. I knew my furuture depended on pleasing this man. Perhaps, if I behaved well enough, he's spare me the 'legal brimstone.' I filled up a large jug of water and sat in our dry, cracking bathtub. Pouring a bit of the cold liquid on my head, I worked shampoo and conditioner through my hair. What would he want of me? I crossed my fingers it would be no more than a lecture. The man frightened me and seemed to have no concern for my comfort or personal space whatsoever. My face was still sore from his cruelty the day before. I washed the dirt from my face, revealing a pale skin tone and a few light freckles every now and then. It had been a week since my last shower, and the Manor King had made it clear I was overdue. However, he seemed naturally so cold and bitter that he probably found something wrong with everyone. I rinsed off and shook myself dry, afraid the musty, un-washed towels would take away from the lovely lilac scent I'd aqquired. I flipped my hair up and down until it finally dried and used some of my makeup. I'd actually come across a great deal of makeup products from stealing women's purses so much. It was mostly lipstick, but I'd consumed a few tubes of mascara and some ill-toned foundation. I only used them for special occasions, and this was definitely one of them. I put on the bare minimum and hurried downstairs, afraid to be early or late or even on time.

"Baylie?" My mother's frail voice called. "Where are you going?"

I peeked around the corner of the doorframe and into her room, smiling at her.

"I-I'm going to meet someone."

"Oh....Alright, hurry home!"

"I will! Is there anything I can get you before I leave?"

"No. You have fun. Bye hun."

"Bye mother."

It was 9:57 when I arrived at the backdoor of the Manor. I knocked, but he didn't answer. I took a look around me. The house looked exactly the same as yesterday, as if nature had no effect on it. Everything was still...perfect. I checked my watch. It just hit 10:00 when the door opened and there stood the same daunting, overpowering figure I'd thought about all night. "Why were you early?" He asked crudely. "I-I'm sorry." I stuttered. He looked me head to toe and grabbed my hand, inspecting it like it was a product he may buy. "Come in." He finally said, dropping my hand. I nodded and kept my eyes on the ground, entering the freezing cold mansion. "So, you were stealing three books, a necklace, a gold trimmed model, a sterling diamond watch, and, to top it all off, a handheld mirror." He said, reading the items from a small scrap of paper. "I-I'm sorry, you see I was just...I just needed the money..." I pitied. He studied my face. "Come with me." He finally sighed, his brow furrowed. "And don't touch anything. You might get your stench on it." I flinched at his harsh words and followed him up the winding staircase, trying to hide my fascination with all the different rooms behind closed doors. We reached a small, orderly room with a desk and a bookshelf with all sorts of files on it. It looked like an office. He looked down at me, his electric blue eyes like needles. "You will work to pay off what you broke, and the things you've damaged. Until the end of this summer." He said. But it wasn't even summer yet! "Sir, what have I damaged?" I asked. He shot his iced eyes down to me and I winced. "Don't call me sir." I nodded. "You've damaged my schedule and my order to things, not to mention broke into my home and troubled me with your presence." He spat at me. I nodded again, wanting to defend myself but knowing my place. If he wasn't filing any reports, I would be okay...I just can't afford to be arrested. "You will clean, organize, entertain, cook, anything I ask of you. Do so without protest, or I assure you I will file every report possible against you. Until the end of the summer. Every day except for Thursday, at 10:00. Be here starting tommorow." He continued, his eyes never leaving me. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I just stared down at my feet and nodded. Suddenly, he moved toward me. I kept looking down, but he began to get so close I could feel his crisp mint breath on my cheeks. His hand stroked my cheek softly, brushing through the start of my hairline and tracing lines over my skin. Goose bumps broke out all over, when suddenly he rose his hand and struck me hard across the face. I gasped in. "Leave. Before anyone sees you." He ordered strongly. I looked at him, hurt, for a moment with my hand pressed to my throbbing cheek. Then I quickly hurried outside, never wanting to return to the mansion or see the man again.

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