What dreams show us

The door to the bedroom in the fraternity house slammed open with a crack of wood as Bailey’s foot connected to the door jam. He saw inside the messy room, green beer bottles scattered about and even an old dried out slice of pepperoni pizza on the nightstand, the messy bed with its wine red sheets. Bailey narrowed his green eyes as they focused on the pair standing near the bed. A platinum blonde girl was bent over, her black leather miniskirt was pulled up so the man behind her had access, her white shirt was pulled up to expose her breasts. He could easily see they sway from every thrust of the young man’s hips. The way she drooled, the way she moaned made this look like any young couple enjoying each other’s bodies.

“Eh, eh, eh, ahhhhh…!” The girl went on completely ignorant of Bailey’s presence. The truth was there were both subtle and glaringly obvious signs things weren’t what they seemed. The girl's eyes were hazy and unfocused, her legs were held apart with a spreader bar attached around her ankles over her heeled almost knee high leather boots, lastly was the belt wrapped around her wrists that the man behind her held in one hand. Bailey’s fury wasn’t for her, for the girl he had annoyance for being so weak, and pity for what she was having to endure. Clenching both hands into fists, Bailey rolled his shoulder back as he took a few long strides towards the object of his ire.

Even though Bailey had been looking directly at him the man’s face didn’t come into focus till he was almost in front of him. Liam Summers had a vile smirk on his face, it was clear to Bailey he knew exactly what he was doing to the girl, and he was enjoying every second of it. Opening one of his hands he flexed his fingers, each of them popping before he pulled his hand back, slowly forming a fist again before striking out at the molester. No one had come to protect the girl, he knew what she was feeling was dulled by what Liam had given her, but still she felt pleasure. When it would be all over she would feel more powerless than she had when she was bound and the weight of her shame for enjoying what had happened to her would be enough to sink a ship. He would protect her, someone had to protect her.

Bailey’s fist sailed through the air fast enough to cause the air to whistle and sing, but just before he slammed it into Liam’s smug face Bailey’s eyes locked onto the girl's face. Despite the sexual pleasure she was feeling a single tear ran down from the corner of her eye and down her cheek. Her plump lips mouthing the word “No” not to tell him to not save her, but in a silent plea for what was happening to her to stop. Suddenly Bailey’s rage failed him, he felt helpless, he wasn’t sure what he could do to save her… to save himself.

Despite how fast Bailey’s fist was moving Liam was able to step back and avoid the attack like it was nothing to him, in only a way that would make sense in a movie or dream. Bailey lost his balance, falling to the floor from the over swing causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. To his side he heard the girl fall to the floor at the same time as her captor let go. Looking to his side for the girl he found her gone, but his own vision became blurry from tears, but even without them his vision had changed, like he was looking at the world from behind a curtain of long eyelashes. He went to wipe his eyes so he could see, but his arms were bound behind his back, tied by a belt. “When did?” Bailey asked, himself only now remembering how hard it was to think. The world seemed to move slower, he was drunk… but something more. Tilting his head back Bailey looked into the face of Liam who stood over him naked except for a pair of black socks.

“I love a girl who likes to play rough. You are a perfect little vixen Bailey!” The words from Liam made Bailey whimper. She thought Chuck was going to save her, but both Liam and Lucus were left to do as they pleased while she couldn’t do anything to save herself.

“No…” Bailey whined, her eyes looking past the two men to the closed door that she swore had been kicked open a moment ago by someone to come help her, but there was no one. She was alone, or alone enough to be a problem. “Help… please.” She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut making a mostly silent prayer to her dead parents, they couldn’t say her. Those that could weren’t here, but she wished they were.

As if that very prayer was answered the door slid to the side, moving into the wall as it opened in a way it was never intended. Stepping in the room was a man who Bailey knew stood taller than her even in her heels. The bearded man grabbed Liam by the back of the neck, throwing him hard enough that the short man flew through the air to slam into the wall and bounce off. Bailey’s eyes went wide as she looked up at Derrick. The man had a hard look on his face that she remembered seeing back on that day at the waterpark when boys were surrounding her. That hard expression softened, his warm smile coming back to his face as he looked back down at her and best of all standing behind him was Candi. While tears still came to Bailey’s eyes, the reason had changed to joy and hope.

“It is okay princess, I’m here to help. I will always come to help when you need me.” As if the belt holding her hands behind her back never existed Bailey reached out to take Derrick’s much larger hand so she could stay up. Soon as he was on his feet he felt a powerful embrace, despite Derrick standing in front of her and helping her up it wasn’t him. Just touching her Bailey knew right away who it was, Mommy was hugging her, saying sweet words.

“I love you Bailey, thank you for everything you have done, I love you, I love you.” Pulling back from her, Bailey sniffled as she looked into the taller woman’s blue eyes. It felt so wonderful to see her, it felt like she had been gone forever, but she was there. Despite the powerful presences around her Bailey hadn’t forgotten what had almost happened. Turning her head to look at the fallen Liam she was about to ask about him, but standing in the way was Aunt Megan. She had her head tilted slightly to the side, a wolfish grin on her face as she spoke.

“You have nothing to worry about now Pumpkin, he can’t hurt you anymore.” With those words she stepped away revealing a girl with long blonde hair that wore dark navy lingerie, black lace top stockings and six inch navy pumps sitting on the floor. She had a wild panicked look on her face as she looked around the room, seemingly not noticing any of the many people standing in the room that should have been too small to handle the seven people. Looking at the girl Bailey knew the girl's name, Leah… she was Liam. With that realization she heard Aunt Megan’s voice once again this time she was standing behind her. “You get to decide what we do with her, tell us Bailey, tell us. What will we do with her.” The eldest best said in a voice that sounded closer to a song.

Bailey didn’t look at the people in the room, having only eyes for Liam as he was dressed up like a girl, looking frightened. “I want… I want ****, but…” She shook her head before turning away from the feminized man on the floor. Looking to the people all standing behind her. “I… I just want to be happy.”

Taking in a deep breath Bailey opened his eyes, seeing the dark bedroom around him, feeling the sheets and the weight of the comforter on him. He sat up slightly before plopping back down. He laid there for almost a full minute looking up at the ceiling, reflecting on the weird dream that seemed to make less sense with every second that ticked by. Things seemed to jump around, it all fit together in that weird way dreams did when you were a sleep, but as he thought back to them trying to make sense of it all it seemed to fall away like sand through your fingers. He focused on a single overpowering thought to his sleepy mind, he wanted to be happy, he wanted to see Mommy again, to hold her, to hear her tell him how she loved him. Turning his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it said four fifty in the morning a smile formed on his face, growing in size the more he thought that in hours from now she would be home.

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My original intent for this chapter changed from my original concept. My original plans had this be a dream of **** and empowerment, but the more I thought about it the changes in Bailey made me change my mind. The Bailey that I had in mind was how the old Bailey would act, not how our protagonist has changed.

That said, I had this piece of art with the original thought in mind. It was meant to contrast between this other older piece of art. I have put them together to show you both. On the left is the image of when Liam was with Bailey in the frat bedroom and the second on the right was a reversal of that for a dream for Bailey after he saw Liam dressed up as Leah for the first time.