Lost and Found (mxm)

6

Bailey

Movement behind me made me glance over at David walking out onto the porch. He was dressed in his uniform, smelling amazing as he stood next to me. "Hey, I'm surprised you're up," he said before sitting next to me.

I simply looked back out at the yard while keeping the blanket up around my shoulders. The weekend had come and gone and now I'd be alone. Again. It was nice having Lola and Hunter over to watch a movie and eat a pizza, it actually felt like we were friends. Sunday was basically the same, and of course I woke up in the bed again. I was starting to get restless though, I needed to know more about the Bailey I was.

"Just couldn't sleep," I said softly.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

I gave a humorless laugh while saying, "Sure."

He was silent for a moment before getting up and giving me a hug from behind. His stubbly cheek was resting against my neck as his arms tightened around me. "I'm sorry I have to be gone all day."

"Not your fault," I said while holding him a little tighter to me. "Before the accident you didn't have to worry about rushing home to a broken person like me."

That made him come in front of me and kneel down, taking my hands in his. "Bailey, you are not broken. You're figuring yourself out, it wasn't your fault that your memories were taken from you. Your family will be back before you know it." Yeah, then he'll probably want me to leave. "Do you need anything before I go?"

"No," I said. "Sorry for being such a Debby downer so early."

With that he gave me another hug before saying, "You're not a Debby downer." He then pulled back, gently moving some hair out of my eyes. "Please do not hesitate to call or text if anything comes up. Okay?"

"Promise."

The hand that was moving my hair then slowly slid down to my cheek, his thumb running over the skin. "See you later okay? There's plenty of food in the fridge."

"Okay, thanks. Bye."

After he was gone I stayed out on the porch for a little bit before forcing myself to get up and find something to eat. Once that was done I sat down onto the couch and took out my phone, a weird feeling in my gut. I pulled up the internet to Google before slowly typing in Bailey Cooper.

I started with the pictures, there were so many of them. Pictures of me on boats drinking, me and groups of people smoking, me dancing in clubs. From what I saw I used to love very tight fitting clothing, making me look down at the baggy pajamas I was in now. After looking at endless pictures of me partying I started reading through multiple articles. It looked like my family was very wealthy from owning hundreds of stores, and I was the oldest. One article talked about how since I was the oldest child I was "supposed" to be the one taking over the business. It seems my younger brother was doing all of that, while I was off partying.

Every family picture I saw either didn't have me in it or I looked annoyed as well, as well as everyone else, if I was in a picture. Hot angry tears rolled down my cheeks as I continued to look at the pictures where it seemed no one liked me around. Then there were the videos. Videos of me grinding on men in clubs, videos of me in different countries partying. I threw the phone across the room while burying my fingers in my hair.

I ran into the bathroom when I started crying so hard it felt like I was going to throw up, before looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, a sloppy mess of curls making it look like I'd been electrocuted. There were dark circles under my eyes as I frowned more. My fingers gripped onto the counter as I stared down at my legs. I wonder if this was how I felt before when I made those scars appear on my skin. Was I always this sad?