What you mean to me

chapter eleven

Bailey got home tired and exhausted.

If not for her good stamina and driving skill, she would've fallen off her motorcycle.

She parked her motorcycle in the garage and went inside her house. She wanted to sleep, so bad; she fears she may slump soon.

Loud blasts from the living room escalated her worsen state. She immediately found the speakers remote and she turned the darn thing off, stopping whatever her mom and the nurse were doing with the loud cultural music; Mexican music.

“ Bailey! ” her mother scolded. “ But we were having fun. ” turning on the speakers again.

Marietta was quick into action. She grabbed the remote and turned down the volume abit to hearing comfort.
“ To much of loud music affects the hearing Gisela. ” she said.

Griselda pouted. “ But I was having such a good time. I haven't danced like that in a long time. ”, she whined. “ Look what you've caused Baby, now Marietta won't play some music. You just have to come at the wrong time, didn't you? ” she whined more.

Bailey ignored her mother's words and kept her focus on her whereas her peripheral view stayed focused on the nurse.
“ If it's dancing you want, I'll take you out to a Mexican club and we can dance the day away or we can have one of ours right here. Whatever you want. But first and importantly, I'm tired.... ”, she suppressed a weary yawn but it fought it way out. “ I'm sorry to interrupt but can you people find something else to do while I try to get some sleep, please? ” she said indirectly at Marietta.

She was the nurse and practically incharge of her mother's welfare.

Realizing she was mostly referring to her, Marietta held Griselda by the shoulder leading her away, “ Come on, let's allow your daughter have some rest. ” she said.

“ Rest? Why? My daughter hardly ever rests.... ” Gisela rambled being led away.

“ She's had a long stressful day. It... ”.

“ Is my baby okay? She doesn't do well with stress..... ” Griselda went on rambling.

“ I'm fine mom. ” Bailey said from the stairs.

Marietta saw her halfway up the first flight, holding a large bottle of milk and a sachet of what she recognized as sedatives. But what she didn't miss also was the softness in those asphalt eyes. The softness in them as she spoke to her mother.

“ Okay. Better don't be lying, Marietta can as well take care of you. She's good and the best. Sleep tight. ”

They hardened again; going back normal.
Marietta figured she must've caught her staring.

“ Nah I'm fine. You worry about yourself. Take care. ” Bailey said. Her eyes met with Marietta's once again.
She looked away only when Marietta tore her gaze away.

Something flashed on the nurse's small face. Guilt? Sympathy? Concern? Whatever it was, Bailey saw it and didn't want it.

Stay in your Lane and mind your business bitch.

*

In her room, Bailey couldn't sleep. She just rolled and turned in her huge comfortable mattress begging and praying for that weary feeling that she was feeling and is still feeling to come engulf her.

But after hours of waiting, she even downed quarter of the milk and took a reasonable dose of sedatives, even hugged the life out of Angelo, and still nothing.

But the side effects were laying themselves out; for starters, she couldn't answer her phone which was on her lamp stand, just a few finger steps away from where she lay.