Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Rory's POV

She's wicked and cunning and she drives me crazy with every passing minute. This side of her makes me want to punish and spank her silly, but then I see the life she posses and it just makes me yarn for her. She's capable of using me and making me do things even when she doesn't know it.

I close my eyes briefly before muttering. "Goodness, Taylor. Cutie. You're wicked! Okay, I'll tell you everything."

Guiding her to take a seat ad I sit beside her more than anything, I do want her to know the whole truth. "The night I saw Luke trying to force himself on you wasn't the first time we've met, only while he didn't recognise me that night, I did him."

"Why were you in disguise four at the hotel?" She asks, "you were dressed like a poor peasant except your words and speech said otherwise."

I grin at her and bring her soft hand to my lips and place kisses on them. "I wanted to be normal, it's childish and all but I just do."

"You're not too old to be childish." She says matter of fact-ly.

"I'm twenty-nine years old Taylor surely there is a limit to the childishness I should possess?"

She doesn't say anything, so I continue. "Well after the night at the fundraising party, I did not expect Luke to keep silent and when he took it to the media and called you a slut and I, a thief."

"Surely there's a limit to what a man can take."

"What did you do, Rory?" Taylor asks slowly, careful not to trigger the wrong button, which makes me smile.

"I bought the Powers fashion house from him and paid him good money, after threatening to reveal what really happened that night at the fundraising party to the world if he didn't."

"Why?" She asks disoriented.

"Because he lied and disrespected you." I honestly reply.

Owning the Power fashion house has always been, in my mind, but I never knew how to force Luke's hand into signing the papers but all thanks to his big and stupid mouth, I knew how. I didn't have much use for the house, hell there are tens and thousands of other companies I bought over and I don't remember their names, but I had to send a message. Now the Fashion house is running, but not Powers fashion house.

"Jake did try to find who had bought the fashion house when it was sold you know, but it always ended in a jam."

I grin widely at her."Well, I can tell you that your brother Jake is a genius, and I didn't want anyone finding out I bought it, because that will bring up unnecessary questions both Luke and I won't want to answer."

"I never knew he'd try to kill me though." I sigh in exasperation. "Never considered the possibility I guess."

She reaches out and touches my cheek with her right hand, which I tell you comes as a surprise to me and I firmly hold onto it, keeping it there as I stare into the ocean blue eyes of hers.

"How are you feeling?"

Right now, I feel like the luckiest man on earth.

"Better thank you. It'll take time to completely heal, a lot of time actually, but I'll be fine." I see a small smile that appears on the side of her lips before it disappears into a frown making my mind race.

"Why do you want to know about Toby?" She asks again this time in dismay.

Well truthfully because that is the only person I don't understand how you ever let come close to you.

"I know a lot of things about you which you might really not want me to know, but Toby isn't one of them and I did a research on him and you don't look like the type that would for people like that."

She gives me the 'oh really?' look.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me anything look if you don't want t-" I'm cut short when she starts speaking.

"Toby was my boyfriend, my first boyfriend. I just turned sixteen and I just lost my Dad and like a miracle, he walked my way. I was young and naïve and I felt things were starting to go right for the first times. We connected like a perfect match the first day we met and for a weird reason, his became my escape from the pain I was in. My family didn't approve of our dating but I just said they didn't know him as I knew him."

I lower her hand and hold it between mine and she makes a small noise.

"Mycole told me that Toby was a dangerous guy and he was going to hurt me badly if I didn't leave him, but I didn't want to listen to him either, I thought Toby was just different from other guys. After three months of our relationship, he asked me to move in with him and then I began to see things I'm ways I didn't before. He was an alcoholic addict, he smoked, and did drugs too and was verbally abusive, but just like most girls normally think, I thought I could change him, make him the better person."

"I'd spend five days at his house and two at my family and one Sunday I was supposed to come back in the morning, but my mom asked me to come along to Church and I agreed and stayed longer with my family. The night I return was how it started.

~Flashback~°°°

I opened the door and entered into the room that was rather smelling of alcohol smell. The room wasn't so dark, but I couldn't see because I had no glasses on. Toby didn't like me wearing them.

"Where are you coming from?" Toby asked from across the room where he sat.

"Home, mom asked me along to Church and I agreed, I'm sorry I didn't call you." I moved closer to where he was and I see he was holding a bottle of what I guess was an alcoholic wine in his left hand.

I knew things weren't right as I watched him seethe from where he was.

"You lying bitch! Is that that the best you could come up with? And you think I believe you?"

My stomach clenched hard and I stared at him in silence.

"So you're not going to say anything?"

"I have nothing to say," I answered a little pissed off.

"Bitch!" He threw the bottle towards me and I jump, making the bottle hit the wall. "You think I don't know what you've been up to you little whore." He got up and began walking to where I was standing. "You been out, fucking other guys am I not right?"

A tear slip down my eyes and I wiped it off.

"You." He pointed at me and I back up. "You were supposed to be back yesterday evening and you didn't and you're here today!"

"I'm not lying, Toby, I went to-"

"I said shut up." My cheek burned up and my vision went blank as the forceful impact of his hand met my face and sent me falling to the ground.

He came down on me and held my face to look at him. "Stop lying to me."

His lips took mine in an all claiming kiss and I whimper as the sting of the slap and the strong smell of alcohol consumed me, causing tears to run down my eyes. His hand racked into my skirt and began pulling at my panties and I push him away.

"Get away from me, Toby," I screamed, moving away from him.

"You don't want me to touch you?!" He demanded roughly grabbing me by my hair and pulling me to himself. "I am your boyfriend and you have no right to keep your body away from me."

"Let me go." I struggled with him and slapped him across the face.

~Flashback ends~°°°

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"The beating he gave me sent me blacking out a few time and when I finally regained consciousness and opened my eyes, I was in a room, apparently Toby had locked me up in the closet and left me there to starve and be thirsty for a day."

"When he let me out the next day, he apologized saying he was not really thinking straight and that he'd let his anger get the best of him."

"And you stayed?" I asked, pacing around the room, not being able to control my anger anymore.

"Yes. I did." She replies, feeling agitated.

"Why?! You were living in hell with a psycho!"

"I loved him." She answers in defence and I facepalm myself, "and I believed there was still a good part in him."

"No." I shake my head, my anger getting the better of me. "That wasn't love, that was stupidity."