Everything hurt.

She stood in front of her hotel, not even sure how she got there. Had he driven her? Did he know where she was? Was he staying here too?

Everything just felt so blurry. He was on top of her, inside of her, kissing her. She had wanted him to stop. She had begged him to stop. She told him it hurt, and he had laughed. Now she was standing in front of her hotel, with her clothes still torn from when he had forced them off her body.

Hot tears streamed down her face, the young brunette holding her sweater closer to her body as she tried to figure out what to do. She had to go back to her room. She had to get away. What if someone saw her? What if he was still around? What if someone else tried to do it?

Bayley could feel her breathing slipping out of her control, her heart pounding through her chest. She took a step towards the door, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to make it inside the hotel. Everything hurt. Her head was spinning. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Two more steps. Then a third. Finally, she was inside the lobby of the hotel. She could feel the earth spinning in circles, her mind racing with everything that had just occurred. Why could she not remember how she got here? Her breathing was quickly deteriorating, her heart still pounding. She was on the verge of a full blown panic attack, if she wasn't already having one. All she had to do was get to her room...get to safety.

Safety. She didn't feel safe. She hadn't been safe. She never should have stayed behind at the arena. She should have stuck with Sasha. She should have asked a friend to stay with her. This was all her fault. She should have known better.

Somehow she found herself standing in front of the elevators. She didn't even remember walking to them. She pressed the button. What floor was she on? She fingered the room key in her pocket, staring at it as the elevator doors opened. 524. The fifth floor. She stepped in. It was empty. She was alone. Again.

She jammed her finger on the number five, leaning against the walls of the elevator for support. She felt lightheaded. She felt like her knees were going to give out any second. She just wanted to get to her room.

The elevator rang. The door opened. She stepped out. Almost there. She was almost there. She swallowed hard, her mind focused on just making it to her room. 514. 516. 518. Why was it so far away? She stopped, leaning against the wall for support. Everything hurt. Her body was screaming in agonizing pain. Keep moving. 520. 522. 524. Finally.

She reached again for her room key, her hands feeling slippery. She held it up to the lock, her eyes glancing around to make sure nobody was around, to make sure that nobody could get her.

She held back a sob as the door unlocked, Bayley nearly shoving her body through the door, quickly closing it behind her, throwing the deadbolt latch over it. Safe. She was safe now. Nobody could get her in here. Right?

Bayley wasn't sure that she would ever feel truly safe again. Even in her own hotel room.

And just like that the memories of the night came flooding back through her mind. His hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts. His tongue roaming her body. His body pinning her down, rendering her unable to escape.

Bayley couldn't hold it in any longer. She felt herself sliding to the floor, curling her knees to her chest as she began openly sobbing; harsh, painful sobs mixing with the anxiety and fear that had built up inside of her over the last few hours.

"Bayley?"

The voice quickly snapped Bayley out of her anguish, the young girl screaming at the sound of another voice in the room. Was he here? Had he found her again?

"Bayley? Bayley, what's wrong? Bayley, what is it?"

Suddenly the room went from dark to bright, Bayley shoving herself away from the figure now looming above her.

"No! Stop! Please, stop!"

"Bayley! It's me, it's Sasha. Honey, look at me."

Sasha. It was Sasha. She was in the room. They were sharing a room. It was only Sasha. She would never hurt her. Sasha would never hurt her.

"Bayley? Can you hear me?"

Sasha's voice was softer now, her hand gently touching Bayley's knee. "Bay, can you look at me, honey? Please?"

Bayley choked on her own sobs, slowly unburying her face from her knees, her eyes meeting her friend's for the first time, a look of pure concern etched in Sasha's eyes.

"Sash?"

Her voice was weak, weaker than she wanted it to sound. Tears were still pouring down her face, Sasha's hand gently reaching for her cheek.

"Bayley, what happened? Honey, your eye is swollen. What happened?"

He had hit her. She spit on him and he had smashed his fist into her face. He must have given her a nice bruise if it was already swollen enough that Sasha noticed.

Bayley tried to speak, but her words were replaced with broken sobs. Sasha wasted no time pulling her friend into her arms, Bayley wrapping her arms around Sasha's neck, letting loose every emotion that she was feeling.

"I'm here. I'm right here. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay, alright?"

Bayley again choked on her sobs, her chest once more tightening up as she struggled once more to breathe. She could feel Sasha's hand running up and down her back, the younger woman whispering soothing words that Bayley couldn't quite catch, into her ear.

"Just breathe, babygirl. Nice and slow. Try and catch your breath."

Bayley's fists curled into Sasha's shirt, making Bayley feel even more weak and pathetic. Sasha gently tightened her grip on her friend, pulling them both up onto their feet, swinging Bayley into her arms.

She gently eased her upset friend onto the bed she'd been asleep in only moments earlier, lowering herself so that she was still eye level with Bayley.

"Try and breathe, okay? Nice and slow," she coached, keeping one hand on her friend's cheek, never breaking her gaze as she continued to work on getting Bayley to breathe correctly again.

"Good girl. That's a girl. Keep going," she whispered, her hand reaching back and stroking her friend's hair. "Good. Good job, sweet girl."

Bayley could feel her heart slowing down, her breathing going back to normal. She wrapped her arms once more around Sasha's neck, wanting to feel her friend's gentle touch; wanting to forget about how she had been touched earlier in the evening.

"Bayley, what happened? What happened to your eye? What is going on?" asked Sasha, pulling her friend into her lap.

She wanted to tell her. She wanted to tell Sasha what had happened, but the words were screaming inside of her, only bringing back the awful memories of the evening. If she said it, if she told Sasha, it would make it real. She would be forced to relive it. She would be forced to hear the horrible, terrible, truth, out loud.

"Bayley, talk to me. Tell me what happened," begged Sasha, placing a kiss to her friend's hair.

"I-I-I

The words refused to leave her mouth, sobs once more overtaking her body. Sasha, not wanting to see her friend have another panic attack, quickly took over, gently holding her even closer to her.

"It's okay. Take your time, okay? Tell me when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere, Bay. I'm not going anywhere," assured Sasha, gently rocking her friend.

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