Bailey hated to admit it, but she was such a crybaby.
Sniffling, she used the back of her hand to dab at her cheek, trying to will the tears away. And failing miserably at it. It was hard to imagine that, just a couple hours ago, everything was just fine- she might’ve even called it pretty close to perfect. In the eyes of her parents and their tight knit social circle, she was the golden child, the perfect daughter, the hardest worker. It was a role she’d played since she was young, because her parents expected it of her and they always got what they expected of her. Perfect Bailey was prim and proper but the real woman was anything but, and she grew sick and tired of having to pretend to be something she wasn’t. Unfortunately she also knew she was too much of a wuss to disappoint her parents- and that was what led her to make the decisions that now had her falling from grace.
Hiking the duffle bag up higher on her shoulder, Bailey continued to walk down the street without really knowing where she was heading- she needed a plan, she couldn’t just spend the night in the streets. But who was she supposed to call?
Pulling out her phone, Bailey dabbed at her cheek again as she scrolled through her contacts. When his name passed by, she paused, hesitating for a moment before realizing that she didn’t have very many options. Taking a breath to steady her breathing, because she really didn’t need him to know she’d been crying, she hit the call button and held the phone to her ear. “Please, please, pick up.”
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