[I was thinking of doing the whole V-card deal to add a little more spice, but you can add whatever with Blake.]
Bailey took the small bag with shaking hands. She had a bad feeling she knew what would be inside, and she was right. She gasped and dropped the bag. Her hair, her dark hair was inside that bag. She covered her mouth, suddenly feeling sick. She was thankful Daryl disappeared to get rid of the decaying bodies, because she found a nearby overgrown bush and heaved, throwing up what little she had in her stomach. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and went to pick that little bag back up, making sure the contents were still inside. How the hell could Bailey, her sister and flesh and blood, do this? Did she tell everyone what those men did to her? How their precious leader took advantage of her?
The night it happened flashed vividly through her mind. She was on watch with him, they both lost the bet. It was the night she knew this group was bad, very bad. They had walked around this cabin, closer to the shed the dead bodies occupied, when he suddenly grabbed her and forced her in the shed. He held a gun to her head and threatened that if she didn't comply, he'd kill Blake in front of her, immobilizing her and letting a walker eat the flesh off her skin, then he'd kill Bailey if she told anyone, her sister included. For at least a week, every night, he took Bailey to that shed and raped her over and over. When he was tired of her, the group and the leader tied her as a sacrifice to the dead...
Snapping back into reality, Bailey found her sister. She stormed up to her and threw the bag at Blake's feet. She raised her hand back and swung, hoping she made contact with flesh. She was too blinded with anger to notice. After spitting out words Bailey knew she'd never be able to take back, ("I hate you, I wish you would've died!") she stormed off, making sure she had her pistol holstered on her side. She didn't know where she was going, just that she wanted away from here and everyone.
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Rick listened to Blake as she explained about the contents of the bag Daryl was to keep hidden from Bailey, and he agreed. If Blake's sister knew about it, it wouldn't be good for any of them. She could lost her cool and attract those dead fuckers to their temporary camp. "I agree.. we shouldn't let her know, not yet anyways. We need to be careful from here on out, especially about where we stay at. We'll stay here just tonight, whoever owns this place could still come back." Rick said, he was about to change the subject when he noticed Bailey storming up to the two, and boy did she look pissed.
His eyes fell on the small pouch that was thrown at Blake's feet. A loud smack and Bailey was storming off, having said something that could hurt an average person, but Blake? He wasn't sure. She was tough inside and out, someone Rick hadn't quite figured out completely himself. Rick figured Bailey would just cool of some steam, she'd be back, but he was wish Daryl to dammanation for showing Bailey the bag, after being told not to. "Are you okay?" Rick asked, not sure what else he was suppose to asked her.