is it Spencer, Bailey, Carlin, Wilde...who the fuck is my real family, my mother, my father...am I a blonde or do I dye it black to match my dead mother." A banging on the wall told us to be quiet since she was screaming all of this. I rushed forward capturing her in my arms, "Shhh..it'll be alright...it'll be alright Bailey I promise."
She sobbed harder clutching at my shirt, body shaking, "I don't know me." she kept repeating over and over again curling up into me as if she'd disappear inside and I could hold her burden for her.
"We'll make it okay. Paula, me, Ashley, Glen and Arthur, you're not alone." I whispered out.
Bailey screamed and cried for at least another hour before the room became silent and I sat on the ground rocking her like a new born. Slowly humming with her head upon my chest, cuddled safe and warm in my arms, I felt happy that she was finally trusting me but I hated what had to happen for it to take place.
"Bailey lets move to the bed okay, you need to rest before we go catch the plane." she shook her head no and buried herself deep making me chuckle, "Come on my legs are cramping."
"Sorry," she sniffled untangling her self from me, giving me a shy half smile.
"It's alright."
She climbed into the bed and I put the covers over her, "I'll wake you when it's time to leave." she nodded a thanks, "You're welcome. Sleep tight Bailey." I kissed the top of her head and turned but she caught my arm making me glance down again.
"You...you...can call..." she struggled to find the words, to get the out, "...Spencer?"
It came as a question, the word looking like it sounded unfamiliar on her tongue and in her head. I nodded, "Alright...Spencer."
She gave me a teary eyed half attempt at a smile before closing her eyes and falling asleep quickly.
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Back in Montana
~Ashley's POV~
I loved when I had the house to myself. Mama took Bailey to see her father, my father, urg I don't want to think about that. I almost asked to go to talk with him, ask him why he took her and not me too, why he left me there, did he not love me or something.
Shaking her head she cleared it off all throughts. Glen was in his dorm room at school and mom was taking a late shift in town. I was all alone and the porn magazine in front of me was just what I needed to take the edge off. Some times I watched porn but it was too easy for it to accidently get mixed up with the regular dvds or someone could find it. The magazines came to Trish's house than she gave them to me, I'd do my business to it and throw it out the next day. No evidence. Fool proof.
But this magazine wasn't holding my attention so I just tossed it aside and laid down on top of my sheets.
