Bayley could feel her breathing intensify as soon as the words left Becky's mouth, her entire word starting to spin. Her sobs, coupled with her anxiety, left her unable to breathe or speak, her entire body shaking in Sasha's arms.
"Bayley? Bayley, honey, slow down. Take a breath."
Bayley could hear the voices of her friends' surrounding her. She could feel Sasha's arms wrapped around her, but it all just felt so….unattached. She couldn't grasp the feel of her own body or what was going on around her. Everything was spinning faster and faster...
And before she even had time to process it….before she could stop it or make a run for it….it happened.
And she felt herself getting sick all over herself.
"Oh, Bayley, honey…."
Charlotte stepped into the small huddle going on, instantly going into "mom mode" as the girls liked to call it. Becky ran into the bathroom, grabbing wash clothes and towels, whatever she could find….
Sasha kept Bayley in her arms, the young woman's body completely shutting down on them, terrifying both Charlotte and Sasha as they watched it happen.
"Come on, baby, look at me. Look at my eyes," whispered Charlotte, forcing Bayley's gaze onto her own. "Breathe for me, okay? Take a big deep breath, Bayley," whispered Charlotte, modeling it for her anxiety ridden friend, Bayley's gaze extremely unfocused, her brown eyes barely wide and dilated as Charlotte spoke.
Bayley moaned, trying to mimic Charlotte's breathing; Sasha doing the breathing techniques, knowing how close Bayley's body was to her own. She could still feel her trembling wildly.
"Keep going Bayley, keep going…." coached Charlotte, keeping Bayley's gaze focused on her own. Charlotte very gently placed her hand on her friend's hair, stroking her sweat soaked hair back in a soothing motion.
"Good girl. Good girl, keep breathing, just like that…"
Bayley nodded as her breathing slowly went back to normal, her eyes becoming less wide...
"Bayley? You with me?" asked Charlotte; her friend's face far too pale, her body practically limp in Sasha's arms.
Bayley nodded weakly, moaning as Becky handed Charlotte a wet washcloth, the tall blonde running it over her friend's face, wiping at the vomit surrounding her mouth.
"I'm sorry," moaned Bayley, tears filling her brown eyes once more, a few slipping as they fell down her cheeks.
Charlotte shook her head, gently placing a hand on her friend's still too pale face, sighing. "Baby, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault," whispered Charlotte, frowning as she realized the poor girl was still covered in her own vomit.
"Sweetheart, we need to get you cleaned up, okay? Do you think you can hop in the shower?" asked Charlotte, Bayley nodding slowly.
Sasha unwrapped her arms from around Bayley, easing herself up before helping Charlotte get Bayley to her feet. Bayley stumbled as she got to her feet, still feeling slightly lightheaded.
"Come on, honey. Let's get you cleaned up, okay? You want me to come in there with you?" asked Sasha, not surprised when Bayley nodded her head, allowing Sasha to help her into the bathroom.
Becky and Charlotte shared a glance with each other, waiting until Sasha got the bathroom door closed and they heard the water running before saying a word. Becky grabbed a couple of the towels, making a mental note to call down to get some more before Bayley got out of the shower. She quickly got to work on trying to clean up some of the vomit that had gotten onto the floor.
"Who would….how….why…."
Charlotte couldn't even get the words out of her mouth as she fell onto the bed,
Becky leaning against the other bed in the room.
"What are we gonna do, Char? What….what is there that we can do right now for her? I don't even….how is she going to…."
Becky drew her knees up to her chest, closing her eyes. She couldn't even fathom what was running through Bayley's mind right now. The poor girl hadn't even been through hell….she was living out every woman's worst nightmare.
"I just want to know who. I want to find out who it was and I want to make them suffer a long, painful, agonizing death. And then I want to bring them back to life just to do it all over again," muttered Charlotte, Becky raising her eyebrows at her friend's rather descriptive plan for whoever did this to Bayley.
"What? You don't want to do the same thing?" asked Charlotte, drawing a small smile from the red headed Irish woman.
"I didn't say that," replied Becky, letting out a long, drawn out, sigh. "We need to be there for Bayley first, though. We need to be there to help her through this because….experiencing it is one thing, but living through it? I can't imagine that's any easier in this situation. Wouldn't surprise me if it's worse, even," said Becky, dragging her teeth along her bottom lip.
Charlotte went to respond, both girls nearly jumping out of the skin when they heard a terrifying scream come from the bathroom.
Sasha sighed as she closed the door to the bathroom, one arm still holding onto Bayley. She turned to face her friend, frowning when she saw her head bent down, her body still trembling.
"It's okay, Bay. It's just you and I, alright, sweetheart? We're just gonna get you cleaned up, sweetgirl," whispered Sasha, running her hand down her friend's arm.
Sasha led her over to the toilet, making sure the cover was down before settling Bayley down onto it, dropping to her knees in front of her distraught friend.
"We gotta get these clothes off of you, honey. Is that alright?" asked Sasha, reaching her hand up to Bayley's hair, gently brushing it back.
Bayley whimpered, her breath catching as she thought about the idea of removing her clothes again. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Bayley. It's just me, remember? It's only me," whispered Sasha, gently reaching for Bayley's torn sweater, sighing as her friend started to tense up.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. These clothes are covered in vomit, though. We need to get them off so that you can get cleaned up. Do you want to take them off yourself or do you want me to help?" asked Sasha, Bayley wiping at her eyes as her friend spoke.
She didn't respond to Sasha's question, Sasha placing a kiss to her hair. "Okay, let's start with the sweater okay?" whispered Sasha, Bayley nodding slowly, whimpering as she felt the torn sweater leave her body. She tried to tell herself that this was different, that it was just her and Sasha, that she needed to get cleaned up, but nothing was working... all she felt was him.
Sasha continued to work on helping Bayley with her clothes, whispering soft, soothing words of comfort as she did so. Bayley's body stayed tensed up, her head barely even looking up at Sasha, tears still falling from her eyes.
Sasha stood up as she finished getting Bayley's clothing off of her, her friend instinctively wrapping her arms around her now bare body. She placed another kiss to Bayley's hair, leaning over to the shower to turn it on and run the water, waiting until she felt the temperature was perfect before turning back to Bayley.
"Baylz, you think you can get into the shower, sweetheart? A warm shower might help you feel a little bit better," coaxed Sasha, gently helping Bayley to her feet, watching as her friend shrunk into herself, squeezing her eyes shut as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Bayley whimpered as she got into the shower, a fresh batch of tears brimming in her eyes. She could feel the anxiety creeping up once more as the water hit her skin, Bayley flinching away from it.
Sasha sighed, sitting at the edge of the shower, not caring that she was getting wet as well. She couldn't imagine what Bayley was going through. She couldn't imagine what she was feeling. What happened to her less than 24 hours earlier was an unimaginable kind of nightmare, and it broke Sasha's heart that it had happened at all.
"Just relax, Bay….try and relax, honey. Let the water just rinse you off," whispered Sasha, chewing on her bottom lip as Bayley continued to struggle.
"I'm right here. You're okay," she whispered, Bayley nodding as she tried to not panic inside the shower.
But everytime the water touched her skin, she felt him. She felt his body pinning her down, his breath on her neck, his hands roaming her skin, touching her everywhere.
"Bayley? Bayley, you okay, sweetie?"
Bayley shook her head, her stomaching tightening up once more. She could feel her breathing intensify again, her entire body starting to shake. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get away from the water that was touching her everywhere, just like he had the night before…. She shrunk down into the corner of the tub, curling her arms around her knees….
"Bayley!"
Sasha scooted over to the corner where her friend was currently cowering, reaching out to touch her.
And the second Bayley felt a hand reaching for her, she screamed.
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