Raw: 2 Days Later:

Sasha glanced over at Bayley; her friend's fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt, her brown hair left down and covering her far too pale face. Bayley jumped at the feel of Sasha reaching out to calm her nervous hands, letting out a shaky breath as the two women pulled up to the arena.

"You can do this, Bay. I know you can," whispered Sasha, Bayley glancing down once more, wishing she had the same amount of confidence in herself that Sasha seemed to have.

"I don't even know what to say," she whispered, trying, and failing, to keep her nerves in check.

Sasha offered her a gentle smile, offering Bayley her hand as she helped her friend from the car. "That's okay. It'll come to you, love. Just try and breathe," whispered Sasha, guiding Bayley from the car to the arena.

Bayley stood outside of Steph and Hunter's office at the arena that night, wishing more than anything that Sasha had come with her, but knowing, deep down, that she needed to do this on her own.

The young woman paced back and forth across the floor, counting the tiles silently in her head as she did so. Just breathe. Just keep breathing. Don't stop breathing.

"Bayley?"

Bayley jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice, forgetting all about the pacing and the stupid tiles on the ground as her breathing quickly escalated. What had she been thinking telling Sasha she needed to do this alone? She hadn't spoken to another human being outside of Sasha, Charlotte, and Becky, in two weeks, and now, here she was, alone and talking to her boss about something she couldn't even talk to her friends or therapist about yet?

This had to be the dumbest decision ever. Right next to staying back at that arena by herself two weeks ago.

And that thought was enough to make her want to cry.

Bayley glanced up, swallowing hard when her eyes met the concerned gaze of Stephanie McMahon. She blinked back the tears that were already threatening to fall; she was so sick of crying.

"I….I need to….talk to you...and Hunter…." whispered Bayley, her words spilling out on top of each other, her nerves and anxiety a jumbled mess.

Stephanie nodded, opening the door wider as Bayley entered the room, her lack of eye contact not lost on Stephanie. And...had she lost weight?

Stephanie continued to take in Bayley's appearance; the clothes that seemed way too baggy on her, the paleness in her face and hollowed out eyes that Stephanie had seen in the mere glimpse of her face that Bayley had offered.

Hunter looked up from his desk, his smile at the sight of Bayley quickly turning into a frown when he saw what Stephanie was also seeing; what looked like the ghost of a woman he considered to be a daughter to him.

"Bayley? Honey, what's going on?" asked Stephanie, offering Bayley a seat in one of the spare chairs in the small office space.

Bayley refused to meet the gaze of either of her bosses, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to come up with words to say. She should have asked Sasha to come. She shouldn't have told her not to. She needed her. She needed her comfort. She needed her support. She couldn't do this alone. She wasn't ready. Not even close.

"Bayley."

It was Hunter's voice that she heard now, and it was closer to her than Stephanie's had been. He was standing in front of her now, towering over her. Bayley could feel her entire body starting to tremble. The last time a man had been this close to her….

"No! No, I can't….I can't…...I can't….."

Her breathing was starting to intensify, her brain not thinking of the words she needed to say fast enough. Hunter caught wind of what was about to happen, dropping to his knees in front of a nearly panicked Bayley.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. You're okay. It's just Steph and I, Bayley. Talk to us. What's going on?"

He reached out to touch her, stopping when Bayley flinched at the sight, casually placing his hand back to his side.

"Bayley, honey, what is it? Whatever it is, you can talk to us…." stated Stephanie, still keeping her distance, not wanting to crowd the frightened woman. "Do you want me to call Sasha?"

"No! Yes….I don't...I don't know," whispered Bayley, hating herself for starting to cry.

Hunter couldn't stop himself this time. He ignored Bayley's flinch as he reached out to touch her hair, gently pushing a stray strand away. "Take your time, Bayley. Just gather your thoughts. You're here. That was clearly a big step, okay? Just slow down and think about what you want to do next," he whispered, keeping his voice as soft as he could, regardless of the fact that he had no clue was actually going on. The last time he had seen, or not even seen, Bayley, was when he had given her as well as Sasha, Becky, and Charlotte, time off to help her through whatever it was Sasha and Charlotte had convinced him she needed help with. And clearly, they had not been wrong given the state she was currently in two weeks later.

"I….I need some….time….off," whispered Bayley after a few moments of silence, her voice barely audible even to Hunter who was now kneeling in front of her.

"Okay….that's a start. Can you tell me what's going on?" asked Hunter, Bayley licking her suddenly dry lips, beginning to feel slightly lightheaded. She ignored the sound of her stomach growling, a sound she was used to by now. It had been two days since Sasha had forced her to eat that Sushi, and she hadn't forced Bayley to eat since….

And now Bayley was starting to regret not eating anything since.

"Bayley, honey, the last time we saw you was the night of SummerSlam. Did something happen that night?" asked Stephanie, Bayley letting out a dry laugh. Yeah, something.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just….I…."

Hunter shook his head, reaching for Bayley's hand, using his much larger one to gently stroke her knuckles. This poor girl was falling apart. She looked so pale, far too pale, and the bags under her eyes were breaking Hunter's heart, like she hadn't slept in days. And he wondered if the same went for eating….

He wanted to help. He wanted so badly to help. But he had no idea what was going on or what it was she even needed help with. But it was evident she needed help. Possibly some help that he couldn't provide as well.

"Come on honey, just talk to us. I swear, whatever it is, we can help you…." whispered Hunter, keeping Bayleys hand in his own.

Bayley broke down into sobs, drawing her knees up to her chest, wrapping her frail arms around them as she continued to cry, her hair curtaining her face. Hunter watched with sadness and concern in his eyes, glancing up at his wife whose expression matched his own. What on earth had happened to this girl?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she repeated, beginning to rock herself back and forth, her words escaping her lips in between choked out sobs.

"Bayley, honey, we can't help if you don't tell us what it is that happened, sweetie," said Stephanie, now also kneeling down next to the broken superstar, her hand reaching out to gently rub Bayley's back.

"He came out of nowhere. I told him I wasn't comfortable. I-I-I asked him to-to l-l-l-lea-lea-leave," whispered Bayley, as if she was defending herself, her arms wrapped so tightly around her legs they were practically cutting off circulation.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's….it's m-m-my f-fa-fault. I-I-I sh-sh-shouldn't have-have s-s-s-st-stayed be-be-behind. I-

Stephanie frowned, continuing to rub the distraught girl's back, just wanting to calm her down somehow, although she was beginning to feel like whatever was going on was something she was not going to like, and by the looks on Hunter's face, he was beginning to feel the same way as well.

"Baby girl, what is it? What do you think is your fault?" whispered Hunter, still stroking back her hair, hating how much she was falling apart, fearful that she was going to hyperventilate or make herself sick with how anxious she was at the moment.

Stephanie looked up at the sound of a noise coming from the doorway, noticing for the first time that Sasha was currently standing in the doorway, tears in her eyes, and Stephanie wondered how long she had been standing there. She nodded towards Bayley, Sasha immediately entering the room. Stephanie stepped away as the purple haired woman stepped in, taking her place as she placed a kiss to Bayley's shoulder. Bayley looked up, a fresh batch of tears filling her eyes as her brown eyes met Sasha's concerned gaze.

"It's okay, Bay. You can tell them. You can do this, honey," whispered Sasha, placing her hand underneath Bayley's shirt, knowing the skin to skin contact was sometimes more helpful for her friend to calm down.

"He pulled me into his car," whispered Bayley, still crying, avoiding the gaze of anybody in the room. "He….he….he…."

Bayley couldn't do it. She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. She broke down in sobs once more, and Stephanie and Hunter had a sinking feeling they didn't need to hear the rest. Hunter couldn't resist. He pulled Bayley into his arms, shifting himself so she was in his lap, rocking her slightly as she cried.

"Just breathe, honey. Just breathe," whispered Hunter, keeping his voice close to Bayley's ear. The younger female struggled with the task, choking on her sobs, her entire body shaking under his touch. Sasha winced at the sight, knowing how prone Bayley had been the last couple weeks to these awful panic attacks, the ones that just took everything out of her, that left her with nothing…..

Stephanie touched Sasha's shoulder, motioning her to step away for a moment. Sasha obliged, eyeing Bayley, whom Hunter was still just trying to get her to breathe, before turning her attention towards Stephanie.

"Has it been this bad for the last two weeks?" asked Stephanie, Sasha nodding slightly.

"Pretty much….she doesn't sleep a whole lot, or eat, and the panic attacks are pretty much daily still…." whispered Sasha, swallowing the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Sasha…." whispered Stephanie, glancing over at Bayley. "What happened? I...I think I know, but…."

Sasha shrugged, glancing at the floor. "I can't say…..I….it's not my place to," said Sasha, Stephanie nodding in understanding, not needing a confirmation on what she was already guessing based on what little information Bayley had provided.

"When?" asked Stephanie, closing her eyes, feeling nauseous as she thought about the possibility of someone doing what she feared had happened, to Bayley.

"The night of Summerslam, after the show."

Stephanie swallowed hard, so many questions running through her mind, but Sasha was already heading back towards Bayley, falling to her knees as she once more placed her hand on her back.

"You're okay, honey. You're alright," whispered Sasha, Bayley quickly crawling into her arms, wrapping her arms around her friend's neck, her body nearly limp against hers.

"Bay, honey?"

Bayley let out a small, gurgled, moan, whimpering as she felt a wave of dizziness hit her, leaning her head against her best friend. Sasha tightened her grip, helping Bayley to her feet, her eyes widening when she struggled to stay on her feet.

"Bayley? What's going on?" asked Sasha softly, her friend slowly shaking her head. "I don't feel so good," she muttered, Hunter standing behind Bayley as she continued swaying in Sasha's arms.

And before Sasha could respond, she felt her friend's weight crashing against her, just barely catching her in her arms as she passed out.