Daphne enters Bay's room, after receiving a text message from her. She closes the bedroom door behind her.
"Where are you?" Daphne calls out.
A towel comes flying out of the bathroom, and lands at Daphne's feet. She heads into the bathroom, and finds Bay on the floor.
"Close the door," Bay instructs her.
"What is with all of the closed doors, and cryptic text messages?"
"Who else is home?" Bay questions.
"No one. Why? What's going on."
"I made a mistake."
Daphne takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub, "One that requires you to sit on the cold tile, floor?"
"I'm on the rug," Bay points out.
"In front of the toilet. What is going on?"
Bay shakes her head, "I didn't know who else to talk to."
"About what?"
"You know what, I shouldn't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Why do I have such bad luck?" Bay questions.
Daphne shrugs, "I don't know. What do you mean?"
"Nothing in my life ever turns out the way that I plan it."
"You aren't the only one. Life rarely turns out the way that anyone plans it."
"I can't do this anymore," she admits, on the verge of tears.
"Do what?"
"Never mind," she breaks eye contact.
"You have been incredibly secretive lately what is going on?"
"Trust me when I say, you don't need to know."
"Then why did you call me in here?"
"Because I don't know what I am supposed to do."
"About what?"
"You know what, it is better if we don't talk about it."
"You don't have to hide everything all the time," Daphne insists.
"I just don't want you to have to keep a secret like this."
"What secret?"
"I slept with Ty."
"I know that. You told me that, months ago. That was over the summer. That is old news."
"Right," Bay nods.
"It is almost October. Our birthday is in three weeks."
"I know that."
"So then why are you bringing it up now?"
"You're right, I shouldn't be."
"Bay I am just trying to understand."
"I always feel like the black sheep of the family. I always feel like I am disappointing someone."
"Why would you even say that?"
Bay rolls her eyes, "You know what, forget it."
"No," Daphne argues, "I want to know. What is going on?"
"It's not fair."
"What's not fair? Bay what's going on?"
"It was my first time," she continues.
"It wasn't the way you thought it would be? You were disappointed?"
Bay shakes her head, unwilling to make eye contact, "No, that wasn't it."
"So just tell me what's going on."
"You can't tell them," Bay pleads.
"Tell who, what?"
"You can't tell anyone, anything."
"Why not?"
"Because Ty isn't here anymore. His leave is over, his is back in the desert. I don't know if he is coming home in one piece, or even at all."
"Bay he is coming back."
"You can't guarantee that."
"Did the two of you have a falling out? You barely talk about him anymore. You don't even mention him."
"I just can't let myself think about it."
"Would you tell me what's going on?"
"I am trying."
"Then just spit it out."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because I have been trying to wish it away."
"Wish what away?"
"The reality."
"That Ty is overseas?"
"That my life as I know it is completely over. Everything I wanted to do, I screwed it up."
"He is coming back."
"It isn't even about him."
"So what?"
"I can't tell them. I can't tell anyone. Do you have any idea how disappointed they would be?"
"That you had sex? Bay they don't have to know."
"I am going to have to tell them at some point."
"Why?"
"Because I have the worst luck of anyone in the history of the world."
Daphne shakes her head, "I'm deaf," she reminds her.
"I'm the girl who had sex once, and..." she trails off. She can't finish. Tears start to trail down her face. Daphne stares at her, trying to read her expression.
"Bay?"
Bay looks up at her, with a tear stained face. She closes the lid on the toilet, and rises from her seat on the floor. As she rises her hand moves out from under her leg. Daphne can she the object in her hand. Daphne holds her hand out. Bay places the plastic stick in the palm of her hand. Without a word Daphne rises to her feet, and locks the bathroom door.
"We're not even eighteen yet," Bay points out.
"Maybe it's a mistake," Daphne suggests.
"That is the fourth one I've taken, today."
"You didn't know?"
"I refused to believe that it was even remotely possible. I've been sick for weeks, I just haven't said anything. I was really hoping that somehow I was wrong. I've been trying to ignore it for over a month, but it is impossible. I screwed up. I'm seventeen, and..." she swallows hard, unable to finish.