Superheroes Are Not Real

Chapter 12

Chapa woke up with a massive hangover, and Bailey she had nothing to complain about.
"Morning Chapa. How was your sleep." Bailey asked trying to not laugh.
"I feel like I got hit by a truck." Chapa groaned, rubbing her head. "What happened last nigh?" She asked. Bailey started laughing, pulling Chapa next to her.
"Let's see. We played truth or dare, you got wasted, you made out with me twice, you vomited your guts out. And...that's about it. Other then the fact that you are such a cuddle bug." Bailey whispered, trying to avoid giving Chapa a bigger headache. Chapa snuggled up to Bailey, her head on Baileys lap. Just then, Charlotte walked in.

"Come on you two. Out of bed let's go." She yelled. Chapa groaned, the loudness getting to her. Bailey rubbed Chapas temples while looking to her Step mother.
"Can we stay in bed? Chapa has a massive migraine, and the light hurts her really bad." Bailey pleaded. Charlotte turned the lights on and closed the door. Chapa let out a cry, the light killing her eyes. Bailey got up and turned the lights off, then proceeded to let Chapa rest her head on her chest.
"Comfy?" Bailey asked.
"Yes. Thanks Bailey." Chapa sighed, getting comfy in Baileys fluffy blanket. Bailey couldn't help but regret giving Chapa the posca. She had drank her share, but Bailey had learned she had a strong alcohol tolerance. Bailey held a tired Chapa, humming soft lyrics.

One thing that Chapa had learned about Bailey, she could be really calm when she cared. Chapa didn't even notice that Bailey had braided some of her hair, and was trying so hard to not laugh at her. Bailey took the braid out, and kissed Chapas cheek. Chapa blushed from all the attention she was getting. She absolutely loved it. Bailey couldn't help but giggle as she lay with her favorite person in the whole world. Bailey got up to the knock at her door, and followed her father to his office.
"Charlotte is concerned." He started. Bailey rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. If it's about me and Chapa, she should worry about Bose." Bailey sassed. Mr.Willard looked up concerned.
"Why should we be concerned about Bose?" He asked, sending Bailey into a fit of laughter.
"I'm still waiting for Mika to let it slip that her phone wasn't the only thing in her pants." Bailey cracked up. Mr. Willard didn't know if it was Bailey making fun of him, or she was being serious, and he had to make sure to go give his son, a shameful talk which ends with 'Or else they'll end up like your mother'.

Mr. Willards looked down.
"Now I have no problem, but Charlotte didn't really like seeing you two cuddling or whatever. She just didn't like it. Now, she doesn't control your lives, so if she try's to force you girls a part, just lie to her. You're my daughter, not hers." Mr. Willard concluded. Bailey gave a small nod.
"Now would be the time that I would talk to you about protection, but... let's be honest, I don't see any boys in your future Bailey." Mr. Willard joked earning a laugh from his daughter as she skipped off to her room. Bailey sat down on her couch, thinking about what her father had told her. Charlotte walked in and guided Bailey to the sitting room without saying a word.
"I wanna talk to you about something. It bothers me a lot Bailey. I need you to be honest." Charlotte started. Bailey gave a weak nod towards her mom.
"Why don't you want a baby sibling?" Charlotte asked. Bailey frowned.

"I guess I was never really ready. I mean, a few days after mother died, dad brought a lady that had a newborn baby girl who stole all the attention from me. They actually forgot to feed me, and I was rushed to the hospital because of severe weight loss and low blood sugar. N that same day I had my appendix removed because it was near bursting. That whole day, my parents never came to the hospital to see if I was okay, then they blamed it on me for not eating." Bailey explained.
"Then my third mom had a two year old twin six year olds, and a twelve year old. That year we were going on trip to Hawaii. I was left behind because I went to go get the babies dummy. I was left home alone for a month. I survived off of juice boxes, sliced breast, and a jar of peanut butter. Then, I was blamed when they all returned because there was a mess in the kitchen, and I had cut my eyebrow open and needed stitches." Bailey groaned.

"A few mothers later, one had a newborn baby and I was playing with my pet snake. My snake Java Bean, a Javan Spitting Cobra, decided to go pay the baby a visit and almost killed it. Wait... ignore that one." Bailey whispered. Bailey couldn't help but stare off to the side.
"You're afraid we're going to forget about you. Is that right?" Charlotte asked. Bailey nodded, a single tear in her eye. Charlotte pulled the girl into a hug, realizing Baileys whole body was stiff, like she had deeper thoughts that would end up in long, loud sobs if she spoke small words about it. But, Charlotte asked anyways.
"What's on you mind?" Bailey looked over, before breaking out into loud sobs, screaming, shoving her face into Charlottes chest. Bailey broke, Chapa and Bose rushing  down to the door to watch. Mr. Willards came in and saw his daughter crying. He knew what today was. Today, was the day her mother died.
"Bailey? What's wrong baby?" He asked ready for what was coming.
"I miss mom!" Bailey cried into Charlotte. Mr. Willard picked up Bailey and held her close. He knew today was rough.

Chapa stood by the door, watching Bailey, who's now just couldn't help but hold onto her father. Bose walked in and rested his hand on his sisters shoulder. It didn't help the crying. Chapa crept in and sat down next to Mr. Willard. Bailey tried to stop crying but leaned into Chapas side a sniffling mess. Chapa rubbed up and down Baileys spine, knowing she could calm her down. Bailey fell asleep sniffling in Chapas arms, not wanting her to let go.