Bypassing the living room and dodging any questions on why she’s bleeding, accusations would be thrown and it would be determined, wrong of course, that I had some how hurt the girl do to her bigoted ass.

~Bailey’s POV~

I wasn’t sure why I was letting her help me, I should be pushing her away and telling her not to even stand near me with her gayness but her skin felt so soft and she wasn’t as horrible as what pop made her kind out to be. None of them are.

She pushed me on to the toliet seat than turned to get some thing out of the medicine cabinet, her shirt rose a bit showing off her slender back and a tattoo. It looked tribal.

"You…you have a tattoo?"

"Yeah," her voice sounded a bit far away as she moved things around. Soon she had it shut and knelt in front of me with a rag wiping off the blood, "Mom took me when I was sixteen, said she’d rather I get one with someone she knew than a friend’s older sibling’s friend in a basement." she chuckled at her own joke before putting on some cream that burnt the shit out of the cut.

"Ow…"

"Sorry," she whispered blowing gently on it to ease the pain.

"Promise you won’t tell," the brown haired little girl whispered with teary eyes as we sat in the bathroom, her hand holding my leg while the other rubbed the wet wash cloth over the painful cut, "Mama will get so mad I chased you around the pool."

"Bailey you okay?"

I pushed her away lifting the toliet seat up and up chucking all of dinner and some of lunch into the bowl. Feeling my stomach tighten and release, my whole body shaking. I hate throwing up.