Out Tonight

Ten

Content warning: assault, implied dark thoughts, ED and talk of body image
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Bosco groaned, trying to raise her head. She was suddenly grabbed by the waist, yelping when it hurt. She felt herself being hoisted up by two hands on her thighs next, her limp body hanging over someone's shoulder.

"I've got her. I can take her back to rest." One of the men who had been watching her said with a smirk on his face. "I'm sure she won't mind one bit." His hand slid up right between her legs and squeezed.

Even in her dazed state, Bosco panicked and let out a high pitched yelp. She started to thrash in his hold, choking on her words as she tried to breathe and cry out for Daya all at once. She couldn't let a stranger take her back there. Not in the state she was in. Not now and not ever again. She couldn't let herself be touched like this again. She couldn't go through this again. She shook her head, tears running down her face. "D-Daya..." She cried.

"Let go of her!" Bosco heard Daya's voice cut through the sound of the club. She felt herself being grabbed again as the man was shoved back roughly. With him away, the arms around her relaxed and became much more gentle.

But even as she held her carefully, Daya was tense and her eyes were full of anger. "What is wrong with you?" She spat at the stranger, having no care that people were watching.

Bosco whimpered, flinching at the angry tone of Daya's voice even if it wasn't aimed at her. Her eyes were closing again, she couldn't stop them from doing so. She went limp in the taller girl's arms. Just wanting to go home and away from the stares of everyone.

Daya stopped when she flinched, looking down at her and holding her closer. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, laying her forehead against hers. "Let's get your stuff and get you home, baby."

Macy watched as Daya carried Bosco through the crowd. She had laughed at the scene she had watched play out, following behind them till they got backstage. "Pathetic." She said, loud enough so she knew both the girls would hear her. "Playing dead doesn't earn you sympathy points, Coco. Getting pregnant the last time you tried that should've taught you."

Bosco could hear her voice, but couldn't make out the words. She just wanted out.

But Daya heard. Daya heard every word. Her eyes were wide, but she ignored it for now. Unlike Macy, a few other girls were concerned. They handed Daya Bosco's bag as she helped her into her jacket, and she swung it over her shoulders before picking Bosco back up with an arm around her torso and one tucked under her knees. "You'll be okay." She whispered, loosening the corset to help her breathe. "Let's get you home."

Bosco just whimpered in response. The cold air outside was a welcome relief, even if she shivered in Daya's hold. She at least knew she was going home. Or maybe she already was home. Her apartment didn't feel like it, but Daya's arms certainly did.

The walk to the apartment seemed even longer. Daya couldn't believe what she had seen and she couldn't believe what she had heard. Bosco whimpered with every sudden movement, and it broke Daya's heart piece by piece. There was something deeper about those sounds. Like they had been pent up for a long time.

Daya only moved her so she could unlock the door. Bosco whined, but quickly settled down with her head against the taller girl's neck. She sniffled quietly, her shaking arms holding tightly onto her. Daya just bit her lip, trying not to cry herself. It was so difficult seeing Bosco this way.

"We'll get you into a bath, okay?" Daya said softly. She had figured out Bosco's shower routine by this point. She had seen how red she came out after scrubbing the areas where she had been touched. She knew she was going to want to do that, but she knew she wouldn't have the strength tonight. "I can help you in it if you'd like."