Bailey looked warily around the class before his eyes landed on Adrian, his heart fluttering seeing his worried expression turn into a small smile.
He waved at him, but Adrian turned back around before he could see it.
Oh, Bailey put his hand down, a but disappointed, okay then.
He looked back at Tristan, who was still holding his hand, and the teacher walked in.
“Good morning class, I know I'm a little late, but you can't try to deny being happy that we lost some time.” she said, and then looked up from her desk, “Oh! Bailey! You're back, how are you feeling?”
Everyone turned to him again, and his face got tinted red from the unwanted attention.
“F-Fine, miss.” he lied, and quickly looked down.
“Well that's good to hear. Anyway, take out your books...” she kept talking, but Bailey didn't hear much of it. Maybe he did, since he was doing everything she was saying. He opened the book to the right page, followed what she was reading, absentmindedly answered all the questions he was supposed to. But guys mind wasn't processing what was happening. He couldn't remember any of what he just did. He felt like he was trapped in a bubble— maybe not trapped, but just there, in his own mind, with a cloud of chaos around him.
His hand that held his pencil began trembling and he used his other one to hold it down. He was aware of all the glances he would get, he was aware of the guilty looks from some of the boys, of the death stare from Tyson. Sure, he was used to his body being used, and he's never once liked it, and maybe customers would come twice sometimes. But never has he had to be in the same room as them, have to see them everyday and try to forget it ever happened.
He remembered every detail of that night up to when he passed out. He remembered every face he saw, every boy who abused him. And he remembered everything they said about him.
How was he supposed to go about his daily life surrounded by people who only saw him as a slut they could just use whenever they wanted?
He began shaking and dropped his pencil in the middle of answering a question, putting his head in his hands, trying to concentrate on his breathing. .
“Hey.” he heard Tristan whisper, “You okay?”
Bailey began nodding slowly but then bit his lip, shaking his head instead.
“I don't know.” he said softly, his own voice sounding foreign to him. His heart was pounding, he couldn't breath properly. He felt like he was having some sort of anxiety attack.
Tristan held his wrist to steady his trembling hands and he looked up at him, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He hadn't noticed they were there until he felt the air against them, drying them up.
“You don't have to be here.” Tristan said softly to him, rubbing circles on his back, “You can go back to your dorm.”
Bailey nodded slowly, understanding, though he wasn't sure he heard so of what he had said.
“I feel like... I might throw up, or faint, or both.” he whispered.
“Is everything alright back there?” the teacher called out and once again everyone turned to them. Tristan looked between Bailey and the teacher and then put his hand on Bailey's back, standing up.
“Um not really, miss, I'm going to uh.. take Bailey to the nurse.” he said, and Bailey stood up with him, following him out of the class, his head hanging.
They went into the bathroom and Tristan put his hands on Bailey's shoulders.
“Breath.” he said, and Bailey did just that, taking slow, deep breaths. Tristan wiped his tears away and hugged him.
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Habits Of My Heart
Fiksi Remaja[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
