A/N: I'll give you all two chapters since I'm so terrible at updating this story on here...sorry about that! Anyways, hope you all are enjoying the story and if you want to leave a review and let me know your thoughts on it...those make my day so you know... :) Thanks for reading and enjoy the double update!
Becky was the first one of the four girls awake, which wasn't anything surprising or new. She hopped in for a quick shower, throwing on a cozy loose tank top and a pair of jeans, leaving her wavy red hair down for the day.
She glanced over at the clock, noting it was only 6:30 in the morning. By her calculations, Charlotte would be awake in another thirty minutes or so and Sasha would wake up in about an hour. Bayley was usually the last of them to wake up, typically having to be dragged about of bed. She was definitely not a morning person.
Thinking of Charlotte and Bayley, Becky decided to peak into the other room, wondering how their night had gone. She hadn't heard anything at all throughout the night, but both she and Sasha were fairly heavy sleepers so that didn't mean anything.
She opened the door to the adjoining room quietly, glancing over at the bed as she noticed that Charlotte was fast asleep, her eyes widening when she realized Bayley was not in the bed with her. She quickly entered the room fully, letting out a small sigh of relief when she saw the other woman curled up on the couch, her head resting on her knees as she mindlessly watched whatever was playing on the tv.
Becky walked over to the couch, clearing her throat so as to not startle her. The poor girl looked absolutely exhausted when her gaze met Becky's, offering her friend the smallest of smiles.
"Hey, love. What are you doing up? The sun's not even up yet," said Becky, sitting down next to Bayley. Bayley just shrugged, gazing back at the tv, as if she actually cared about whatever was on.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, shrugging it off. "And I didn't want to wake up Charlotte so I just moved to the couch."
Becky nodded, reaching out to tuck in a stand of Bayley's long brown hair, offering her a gentle smile. "I was gonna go get some breakfast for everybody. You wanna come along for the ride?" asked Becky, Bayley glancing down at the sweatpants she was still wearing from yesterday, not really wanting to shower. It hurt too much, seeing the areas she could still feel him touching, the water touching her skin the way he did….
"You don't have to shower, love, if you don't want. Maybe just throw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt?" she asked, wondering if that was too much for Bayley right now.
Bayled nodded hesitantly, beginning to feel a little cooped up in the hotel room, even though it was quite spacious. "Okay. I can do that," she whispered, Becky letting out a small sigh of relief. She'd take any victory she could at this point, and Bayley willingly wanting to leave the hotel room seemed like a major victory at the moment.
Bayley was ready within twenty minutes, opting to wear a simple long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. Becky smiled as her friend met her in her room, trying to ignore the bags under her eyes...for now. She hoped that this outing would at least lead her to eating something later. Possibly. Hopefully.
"You ready?" asked Becky, Bayley nodding gently. Becky smiled, grabbing her room key and her purse before the two headed out the door.
The elevator ride down and the walk to the car was quiet, Bayley standing extremely close to Becky, who wrapped her arms around her friend's shoulders, leading the way to the car. Bayley, for the most part, avoided eye contact with any passerbys, simply staring at the floor or stealing a glance towards her friend.
As they got in the car and started driving, Becky glanced over at Bayley, who was now gazing at the scenery they were passing by. She took her friend's hand in one of her own, Bayley turning towards her and offering her another small smile.
"Anything in particular you want?" asked Becky, kind of hoping Bayley had an answer for her, which would in turn mean there was something she actually wanted to eat. She had eaten some at dinner the night before, but definitely not nearly enough.
Bayley shook her head, glancing down at her jeans. "Not really," she whispered, knowing that Becky was probably expecting her to eat something. She was certain her friends would make her eat something. She just didn't know how to put it into words that it physically hurt to eat right now, that her insides were such a mess that just the act of keeping food down was hard.
"There's a little diner over there," said Becky, nodding to the right. "Why don't we grab some breakfast sandwiches and bring it back to the room?" asked Becky, Bayley nodding in agreement.
"Okay."
Becky was thankful that the small restaurant wasn't busy. A crowded restaurant was the last place Bayley really needed to be right now, and Becky didn't want to scare her into never wanting to leave the hotel room at all.
The two girls waited in line at the counter, Becky wrapping her arms once more around Bayley, who leaned in closer to her good friend. Becky ordered a little bit of everything; french toast, omelettes, hash browns, breakfast sandwiches….Bayley wasn't sure what the purpose of her ordering so much was, but she wasn't really paying much attention anyways.
"We just gotta wait for the food, then we can go back to the hotel."
Bayley looked up as Becky started speaking again, nodding in understanding. She glanced around at the quaint diner, taking in some of the cool antique photos hanging on the wall, a few potted flowers scattered throughout the restaurant. There were a couple of families in the booths, a few elderly couples….but it wasn't busy. Not yet. Bayley wondered what time a place like this got busy, if it ever did.
"Well, look who decided to show their face to the world again? I must say, I never took you for one who took days off in the middle of the week."
Bayley's blood ran cold as she heard the voice from behind. No. It couldn't be. He...he couldn't be here. He….he couldn't…
She turned around slowly, Becky had gone up to the counter to grab the food, her eyes coming face to face with the man who had been occupying her head day and night for the last 36 hours.
She froze. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to run. She needed to run. He had found her. How had he found her. Where was Becky?
Bayley opened her mouth, trying to speak, but nothing was coming out. Batista smiled, watching pleasantly as Bayley started struggling to breathe again, her eyes widening as she watched his hand reach out to touch her shoulder….
"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Bayley screamed in terror, not sure how her brain managed to do so. Becky whirled around at the sound of the scream, forgetting all about the bags of food she'd just been handed as she raced over to Bayley, seeing exactly what, or in this case who, it was that had made her scream.
"Get the fuck away from her!" yelled Becky, immediately stepping in between the two, Bayley still gasping for air as the man who had just raped her two nights earlier stood less than 1 foot away from her, Becky being the only separating them.
Batista held up his hands, immediately backing up. "Hey, dude, I was just saying hi. Geezus, can't even say hello to woman anymore without them getting scared…."
"Get out, now," said Becky, her voice dangerously low, the trio now successfully having caused a scene in the diner.
Becky immediately turned to Bayley, the younger woman now completely terrified, her body shaking wildly, her eyes wide and unfocused. Becky ignored the stares of pretty much everybody in the restaurant, focusing solely on her friend.
"Hey, come on, let's go back to the car, okay? It's alright, I'm right here. I got you," whispered Becky, gently wrapping her arms around her shoulders, guiding her out the door and to the car.
Becky pulled the car up into the hotel parking lot, quickly pulling into a spot and putting it into park. Bayley hadn't said a word the entire car ride. Some employee of the place had brought their bags of food to the car, not that Becky had really cared about it at that point.
Becky eyed her distraught friend, sighing as she took in the sight of tears in Bayley's eyes, her legs drawn up to her chest once more, as if she was trying to protect herself from the world around her. It was breaking Becky's heart.
"You wanna talk about it, love? Before we go upstairs?"
Bayley wiped at her eyes, shaking her head miserably as she thought about what had just happened. Seeing him. Again. After what he had just done to her.
"It might help you, love, telling someone about what's going on in that head of yours. It's gotta hurt, honey, keeping it all bottled up inside…." whispered Becky, reaching out to rub her friend's thigh.
Bayley put her hand over her mouth, trying to hold back the sob that was trying to force its way up, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her emotions once again getting the best of her.
"Oh, Bay…." whispered Becky, rubbing her back in circles as she began fully sobbing. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so, so, sorry," she whispered, just wanting to pull Bayley into her arms and let her cry, but being in a car was kind of preventing that.
"I told him no, Becca! I begged him to stop! I told I didn't want to! Why would he do this to me!" cried Bayley, and there was no doubt in Becky's mind that he was, indeed, Batista.
She freaking knew it. That slimy, disgusting, pathetic, loser. She knew it had been him after last night.
And he was going to pay. One way or another, he was going to pay. Becky was going to make sure of it.
"I know, baby girl. I know you did. Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I am so, so, sorry," whispered Becky, leaning over the console, gently placing a kiss to Bayley's forehead, bringing her teary eyed gaze up to meet her own.
"Tell me, Bayley. Tell me who did this? Was it Batista? Is he the one who…..?"
Bayley closed her eyes, turning away from Becky, pulling herself back into her own little world, sobbing as she nodded her head, answering the only question Becky needed answered.
Becky got out of the car, heading over to the other side and pulling the door open, gently pulling Bayley into her arms, rocking her back and forth, not caring who saw them in the parking lot of the hotel.
Bayley continued to cry, wrapping her arms around Becky's neck, hot tears hitting Becky's shoulder as Bayley buried her face.
"Come on, my love. Let's get you upstairs, okay? Let's get you back up to the room, darling," whispered Becky, helping Bayley out of the car, wrapping her arms around her waist as the two made their way back into the hotel.
As soon as they got back into the room, Bayley ran over to her bed, curling up into herself as she continued crying. Sasha and Charlotte looked over, Sasha immediately running to her friends side while Charlotte stayed back with Beck.
"What happened? Where did you guys go?" asked Charlotte, Becky shrugging.
"I thought it would be a good idea to get her out of the room, go get some breakfast, you know? And then we ran into someone."
Charlotte frowned, glancing over at Bayley. Sasha had her arms wrapped around her crying form, whispering something into her ear.
"Who?"
"Her rapist."
Charlotte's eyes widened, choking on the words her friend had just said. "Her...her...what? Who?"
Becky shook her head, thinking about the man who had attacked her friend, a man that she had never really known but trusted nonetheless. A man who she knew Charlotte did have a good relationship with.
"Dave Batista."
Becky whispered the words quietly, not wanting Bayley to hear the name. Charlotte closed her eyes, turning away. She hadn't wanted to believe it. She hadn't….
"Are you sure?" asked Charlotte, swallowing hard as she thought about it. It had never occurred to her, at least not until last night, that the man who had attacked Bayley could be someone they knew.
"Yeah. She confirmed it in the car," whispered Becky, tears forming in her own eyes as she thought about the torment and pure hell Bayley was going through right now, just wanting to hold her and never let her go.
Sasha wrapped her arms around a sobbing Bayley, gently pulling her friend closer to her, placing a kiss to her hair. She knew Charlotte and Becky were talking about something, probably the reason Bayley had come back so upset, but right now her main focus was on Bayley; her best friend, her tag team partner for life, her better half.
"Shh, shh, shh. I'm right here, sweet girl. I'm here," whispered Sasha, adjusting her grip slightly as Bayley continued to cry.
She sighed as she felt the trembling underneath her fingertips, her friend crying so hard she was shaking again. She just wanted this nightmare to end for Bayley. She wanted to go back in time and make sure it never happened to begin with.
But she couldn't. And so all she could do now was pick up the pieces and, though she knew she was missing some forever, she hoped she and the other two women in the room could put Bayley back together again as whole as could be.
Sasha placed another kiss to Bayley's hair, humming a gentle tune quietly as Bayley continued to cry, hoping it would help her fall asleep. Lord knew she needed it.
Bayley moaned, fighting sleep as she tried to pull herself away from Sasha, but Sasha held fast. "Come on, baby, just close your eyes. I'm right here," whispered her friend, rubbing circles on her back in a soothing motion.
"I don't wanna sleep," cried Bayley, choking on her words, gasping for air, panic and anxiety setting in once more.
"Baby, you have to sl-
"No! I don't wanna see him again! I don't wanna feel him again! He's gonna do it all over again!" cried Bayley, her face red as she screamed, shoving herself away from Sasha successfully this time, nearly throwing herself off the bed and back into that damn corner she kept crawling into.
Charlotte and Becky had stopped talking as soon as they realized Bayley was starting to panic again, kneeling down next to Sasha, who was trying to get Bayley to breathe.
"This is like the tenth panic attack she's had in like 12 hours…." muttered Becky, concern dripping from her thick Irish accent. Charlotte frowned. "7."
"Come on, Bay, just look at us, honey. Let us help you," whispered Sasha, reaching out to touch her friend's hair which was currently hiding her face.
Bayley made a mangled gurgling noise, still gasping for air in between short breaths.
"Bayley, we're not gonna hurt you, baby girl. Nobody in this room will ever hurt you," whispered Charlotte, just wanting to get her friend to breathe….
Sasha couldn't take it anymore. She gently reached out again for Bayley, pulling her into her arms even as she continued to fight her off.
"No! No! No!" cried Bayley, using her fists to hit, but Sasha wasn't having any of it, pulling her tighter against her. "I'm here. Shh, shh, shh. I'm here now, sweet girl. I'm right here. It's okay. You're gonna be okay," whispered Sasha, gently rocking her friend back and forth, keeping her arms tight around Bayley as she continued to cry.
"I don't wanna see him. I don't want him to hurt me again," cried Bayley, moaning weakly in her friend's arms.
Sasha closed her eyes, not sure of what she could do to help her friend get any kind of sleep at this point. She couldn't even begin to imagine the images flashing through Bayley's mind every time she closed her eyes….
"Please don't make me sleep, Sash. Please don't make me sleep," begged Bayley, hiccuping through her tears. Sasha wasn't surprised in the least when she felt tears fall from her own eyes, looking over and noting that Charlotte and Becky were in the same boat.
Sasha placed another tender kiss to her friend's hair, pulling her up into her arms with ease, Bayley wrapping her arms around Sasha's neck. Sasha brought her over to the couch in the room, gently settling herself down, Bayley curled up in her lap.
Charlotte, sensing what was going on, grabbed a blanket off of one of the beds, grateful they had gotten a room with one of those long sectional couches.
Sasha offered a silent thank you to their blonde haired friend, settling herself against the arm of the couch. Bayley lied across Sasha's upper body, fighting, barely, as Charlotte placed the blanket over the duo.
Bayley sighed deeply, listening silently to the beating of her friend's heart, Sasha gently showering her friend's hair and forehead with kisses, her arm running up and down Bayley's back.
And though it took some time, the tv playing on mute in the background, Bayley eventually fell asleep.