Life After Rehab ✓

[Chapter Twenty-Seven] Where She Struggles On Her Own REPOST

Chapter Twenty-Seven – Where She Struggles On Her Own
Bailey's Pov

When I woke up the next morning it took me a minute to remember where I was, and why and then started crying again.

Kenna came in with coffee and breakfast and gave me that look of full sympathy that I hated and handed it to me.

"I know it hurts but it will be okay eventually Bailey." I shook my head and looked down at the food that didn't look appetizing at all.

"I don't know if it will be, can I just be alone?" I asked and she nodded and left, I pushed my food aside and laid back in bed, covering myself with the blankets and I just wanted to know why I wasn't good enough.

I gave everything I could to him that I was comfortable with and he threw it back in my face. All those times I trusted him when he told me I had nothing to worry about were just thrown back in my face. I wiped my tears but they just kept coming so I gave up and let them soak the pillow instead.

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?" At her voice I broke down and I'm sure I was a mess, crying hysterically, the little bit of make-up I wore smeared on my face, hair matted.

Nia didn't say anything else; she just curled up in bed behind me and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I complained and she helped me up and sat with me while I threw up except there wasn't actually anything to throw up.

"Just breathe Bailey." I closed my eyes and cried again because this was so familiar, the feeling of being a disappointment and pathetic, of feeling like I couldn't possibly go any farther downhill and of a beautiful lesbian sitting with me in the bathroom and telling me to breathe.

Nia couldn't ever replace Lacey but she's became such a big part of my life, but I just missed Lacey even more so right now. The evidence that she lived and how much I loved her was inked into my flesh and I looked at it and my heart just hurt.

I lost someone who meant the world to me last night and I don't think that it's fixable. There was one thing I always told him I couldn't get past and he crossed that list night.

"What time is it?" I asked her

"Seven in the morning, Kenna said you slept almost twenty-four hours." She helped me up and handed me my toothbrush. She wiped the rest of my makeup off which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and she went to curl up in bed with me again.

I don't know how long we were laying here before there was another knock at the door.

"Hey sweetheart." He opened the door slowly and I scooted over and Lucca climbed in the other side of my bed. This felt familiar too, it felt like I was replacing them.

"I don't want to forget them." I said and Lucca pulled me closer. I had my head resting on his chest and Nia had her arms around me.

"You're allowed to have other friends and just because I was an addict and Nia's a huge flaming lesbian doesn't mean you're replacing either of them." Lucca always understood in a way that annoyed me but made me feel at home at the same time. Just like he did.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked them

"Absolutely nothing, this was his mistake."

"Do you think he'll sleep with her now that I'm out of the picture? Honestly." I wanted to know.

"If he didn't last night, then no. I think if he was going to make those kinds of rash decisions he would have as soon as you left, if not he's just going to sleep and wallow in pity and self-hatred and he deserves it." Lucca said and I shook my head