From Once To Always | ✓completed

twenty-eight

Macy's Pov-

Waking up was not an easy task, to say the least. The pain while, getting better, was still an inconvenience. I try to ignore the pain and instead I focus on the warmth coming from Bailey, who's arms are still wrapped securely on my waist. After waiting for a few minutes, I decided to slowly peel Bailey's arms away and get up. I slowly set his arms back down on the bed so that I didn't wake him up.

I took a deep breath and took a few steps, balancing my breathing to minimize whatever pain that's left. I make my way to the bathroom and do my business. I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. I look like the definition of fatigue.

The bags under my eyes are dark and I've gotten noticeably skinnier. While the physical pain is still there, the mental aspect of it all is overwhelming. I've dealt with it before; I was used to it once. But, I'm not anymore. I'm not used to this type of pain. I finally got rid of it just for it to come right back to me. I take another breath and turn on my heel, determined to get better. I did it once and I will do it again. Axel was right, neither of us can survive that again.

Starting with Bailey, I take my newfound determination and walk back into my room. Bailey is sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. "I'm sorry," I voice out, making him snap his head to me.

"Sorry for what," he asked as he started to get up off the bed.

"For putting you through hell. For dragging you into my fucked up life. For running away. I'm sorry for it all," I say with confidence. And I really am. I'm sorry that he had to get involved in something that he shouldn't even have anything to do with.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Macy. I'm glad I stumbled my way into your life. As much as it may be, your life is just as fucked up as the rest of us. We both have gangs; we're not going to have normal lives. If anything, I'm the one that should be sorry," he said walking closer yet still being cautious of his distance.

"How the hell- Justin. It was Justin wasn't it," I asked.

"Yes, but that's not the point right now. You can tell me anything, Macy. Let me into your 'fucked up life' because I can help, trust me. I will do anything and everything in my power to help you."

"You may want to sit down."

I spill. I tell Bailey everything. If he really wants to be involved then I'm not going to stop him. I've accepted it by now; I need help and I think that out of everyone, Bailey can provide it to me. I tell him everything from my troubled childhood to the kidnapping. The nightmares that plague my dreams. I told him about my family, my mom, and my little sister. When I was done, tears threatened to spill and Bailey pulled my close and into a hug.

"I'm so fucked up," I whisper into his chest. "So badly."

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "No, Macy. You're not. You are one of the best things to happen to me. You make me a better person. You do that."

"Are you sure? You seemed like you regretted it."

"Regretted it? Hell no. Macy, it was wonderful. You're wonderful," he said. "Oh, and also, the two dickheads who thought it was a good idea to hurt you? They're dead so don't worry. They can't hurt you anymore."

"Really?" Bailey just nods as I cover my mouth with my hand and let out a sob, a bunch of emotions hitting me at once. Relief, sadness, and so much more. Bailey's face gets a confused look on it but before he can say anything else, I lift my arms up and hug him. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He carefully wraps his arms around my frame.

"Anything for you," he mumbles into my hair. After a few seconds, he lifts me up and brings me back to the bed. "Now, you should stay in bed, you just got out of the hospital." He hands me the remote to the tv and starts to walk away.

"Wait," I say stopping him. He turns around, looking at me. "Where are you going?"

A small smile forms on his lips as he replies. "I'm just going to get you some food and medicine. I'll be back." I nod and look back to the tv as he exits the room, his words still laying in my head. Anything for you.

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