The Devil's Son *DISCONTINUED*

Noua

                The week passed quickly, and Effie was kept quite busy. She was surprised – and happy – that for the most part Andy was keeping her busy with actual work. She'd been doing shows in small venues such as bars and coffee shops. It calmed her that she was moving forward, and at her last show there was even a small amount of fans. She had actual fans! Sure she'd had a small following back home, but this was in LA. This was different. At least that was what Andy kept telling her.....or at least, what Sam relayed to Effie every time she came into the studio.

Andy had been M.I.A for the past few weeks, and she wasn't really sure how she felt about that. He was in his office for the most part, but was unreachable. She'd heard nothing from him other than the messages she'd get from Sam. He hadn't even been coming to her shows, though he was well aware of how they went. She'd been assigned a manager named Marco who followed her everywhere. Every show she had, he was there handing out posters to any possible fans.

Marco had been wonderful so far. He'd set her up with an official Facebook account, and was working on an official website. He'd urged Effie to get herself set up on multiple social media accounts, and as much as she'd tried, she just couldn't get the hang of it. Not that it really mattered, not many people followed her anyways. The posters handed out during her shows had her accounts info on them now, so she was really going to have to up her game – Marco's words, not her own.

In the back of her mind, Effie wished that Andy was doing all of this with her instead, but it made sense to have a manager. Andy wasn't supposed to be her manager. In fact, most artists barely saw the owner of the labels they were with. But with weeks having gone by, she found herself missing him, and knew it meant no good. The point of coming to California was not to fall in love with a man who had way too much ego and attitude then she could comprehend.

"Eff, table ten's food is ready." Christophe's voice broke her out of her thoughts and she smiled a bit at him, bringing the plates to the table. The group of teens dismissed her quickly and she wandered back towards the kitchen. It was a slow day and the group was currently the only table in the place – Effie wasn't counting on a tip. Yes, she was still working at the diner. It wasn't like she could just up and quit.

The money she made from the shows had gone towards other costs such as equipment and travel costs. Recently her vehicle had decided to crap out on her, and cost her nearly eight hundred dollars. That had set her back quite a bit, and she really needed the tips to make up what she was missing on her rent. Plus, she had no idea if she was even going to be with the label permanently. The only contract she'd signed was unorthodox and had no dates assigned other than the date she'd signed it on.

She'd been working herself overtime. Between the shows and the diner shifts, she never really had a day off. She was up late writing, as she was supposed to be coming up with an EP. It was coming along alright, but she was kind of hoping to have some time with Andy again to help her write these songs. The last two had turned out so well, and she was certain that it had been because of his help. Obviously, she should be able to do this on her own, but.... the memory of that night where they had written those two songs, it made her miss that touch. The rough touch.

"Are you alright, Eff? You look exhausted," Christophe broke her out of her thoughts with his question and she smiled weakly at him.

"Nah, I'm alright. I'm busy, but that's a good thing, right?" Yawning, she welcomed the cup of coffee Christophe handed to her.

"He's working you too hard, Effie."

"He's not...this is necessary. If you want to make your dream a reality, you have to put everything into it. Everything, Christophe... If I knew it was more stable, I probably wouldn't even be working here anymore because I'd need more time." He didn't seem to like that. She noticed his expression turn sour, and she shrugged turning back to the food.

"If you don't want to work here anymore, don't let me stop you. Go tell, Rich. I could do it for you, even."

"No, don't tell Rich. I'm not leaving. I need the money. Plus, I enjoy working with you. It's a good break from the stress of trying to make it all work." Christophe sighed heavily, and tossed his spatula onto the counter loudly.

"Look, I don't even get what you're doing with that bastard anyways. You could get a contract anywhere, Eff. You're good and other places would see that. He treats you like a piece of garbage."

"He does not..."

"Effie, you told me what happened after the event. Good guys don't do that to you." Effie stared at him. How dare he bring that up.

It wasn't the proudest moment in her life, that was for sure. The event had gone really well, and the executives were really proud of her, but apparently Andy had another idea. Apparently she had been too flirty on the stage, and he was now pissed that she may have been using her femininity to encourage them to like her music. He drove her in such a rage, she wasn't even sure they were going to make it to their location in one piece.

They'd eventually made it back to his place, and he'd tugged her inside, leaving her wrist slightly bruised. She didn't get much a chance to do anything but follow along. The sex itself was fantastic. When he was rough with her....she couldn't even describe it, but it left her in a daze. It was afterwards that he'd yelled and berated her for what seemed like forever before kicking her out with no way home.

It was far too late at night, and with the dangers surrounding the city, she'd been forced to call up Christophe to pick her up. It was not a bright moment in her life, and yet, she just wanted to see Andy again. It was like she was addicted, and yet he didn't seem to have any interest in her. It was frustrating.

Still, she had made Christophe swear not to bring it up. It was embarrassing and she just knew that it would cause all sorts of trouble at work. And that's exactly what had happened.

"You're an ass." Walking away, she went and cleaned up the table from the group of teenagers, which as she guessed, left no tip. Sighing, she turned around and brought the dishes to the back. Just another monotonous day for her. She really needed to get her head straight, or nothing was going to get better.

A/N

I know this chapter didn't have much going on in it, but I think it's an important part to the story. Please comment as I really want to hear from you all <3 Also, I want you to tell me 

Why do you think Andy is avoiding her?

Do you think Effie is losing focus?

What do you think will happen next?