Be My Nightingale? ❃ Baysha

❃ 8

After the two spend a while on the field Sasha wanted to take Bayley home. Bayley was staring up at the sky ignoring Sasha's obvious calling of her name.

"Bayley? Didn't you hear me calling your name?" Sasha asked walking over to her.

"Oh? Sorry." Bayley said turning around and looking down at the ground.

"Ready to go home now?" she asked again and Bayley bites down on her bottom lip before shaking her head no.

"No. I do not want to go home." Bayley answers sternly and she watches as confusion washes over Sasha's face.

"You don't want to go home?" Sasha asked again to be sure she was hearing correctly.

"No." Bayley confirmed and Sasha nods.

"Um, my mother is calling me to get home so, you want to come with me?" Sasha asked and Bayley hesitated.

Anything is better than the place she has to call home.

"Yeah, okay." Bayley agreed and they got on the motorcycle. It did not take very long to get to Sasha's house. Maybe primarily because it was Christmas Eve and the roads had little to no cars.

"We're hereee." Sasha sang parking the bike and getting off of it. She pulled her jacket a little and walked up to the front door.

Before she could ring the doorbell her mother opened the door.

"Sasha -" she cut herself off seeing the girl standing behind Sasha slightly, "Who is that?" she asked pointing and Bayley became uncomfortable.

"That is Bayley. A friend of mine." she said glancing at Bayley and back at her mother.

"Umm, nice to meet you little girl.." Sasha's mother said unsure of the girl. Bayley could tell her mother did not like her or just thought the worse of her. "How old are you?" she asked and Sasha knit her brows together

"Can we atleast get inside first?" Sasha asked clearly annoyed as she took Bayley's hand in hers and pushed pass her mother. Her mother closed the door once they were inside.

Bayley's face became hot and the butterflies went crazy once she felt Sasha grab her hand.

"How old is she?" she asked again and Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Does it matter? She is my friend. That matters." Sasha says defending Bayley as she stood there quiet.

"Leanne, why won't you leave those kids alone?" Sasha's dad says over from the couch where he was catching up reading a newspaper. "You go on and take your friend upstairs away from your mother." her father said and Sasha smiled taking Bayley upstairs.

It had been well over an hour since the two got upstairs. Bayley stared up at the ceiling enjoying the silence.
It was different compared to what she get at home now.

"So, you want to tell me how you got that cut now?" Sasha asked and Bayley turned her head toward her before looking back up.

"I told you I fell." Bayley lied and Sasha rolled her eyes playfully.

"Okay. Are you a virgin?" Sasha asked and Bayley shifted uncomfortably. Sasha waited on the answer from the girl who continued staring up at the ceiling.

"No." Bayley answered and she pursed her lips slightly.

"Ooh. What happened?" Sasha asked and Bayley shook her head.

"I was raped." she answered and Sasha's face fell.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Sasha apologizes quickly. It was not supposed to come out that way. "Sorry." she added and Bayley nods.

"It's okay. Not your fault." Bayley answered. Bayley smelt the scent of food coming all the way up the stairs. Sasha must have heard her stomach grumble.

"You want to stay for dinner?" Sasha asked and Bayley bit down on her bottom lip again.

"Yes. Thank you." she answered and Sasha nods.

She knows something is wrong. She just know there is.

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Ignore my mistakes. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Merry Christmas Eve to you all. 😂

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