Chapter 35: Chapter 35

The rest of the day, I stay in bed sleeping. When mom returned from work she came in to meet me and we both talked— well let's just say I backed the three Js lie with another one and although she looked sceptical all through my story, she didn't say anything and before leaving she told me she missed me and more than anything she wanted me to be safe. I in turn promised I'll try to be safe for her.

A light knock comes on my door while mom and I are still speaking, and it slowly opens to reveal Mycole standing out. Mom gets up and excuses herself out of the room to the door, tapping Mycole's shoulder before leaving.

I fold my legs and sits in a meditation style on the bed as Mycole walks in and closes the door.

"Hi."

"Hey." A slight smile crosses my face before it fades.

"You're home." He says, a little surprised.

"Yes I am, but then again you knew I'd be home today."

He gives me a small smile and sits down on the bed. "Things don't always happen as I see them, Taylor, you know better, and you seem not too happy to see me."

"I am," I tell him, but my voice sounds otherwise. "The last few days have been chaotic."

He gives me the "I know" look. "Tell me about it, you spent it with Rory John Gate." The way he says it makes it sound like there's a rivalry between them

I frown at him, "Are you jealous of him or something??"

"Yes I am, sue me." He rolls his eyes. "I don't like him because I know what he's gonna do to you in the future, but you don't seem to mind."

"I know you know everything before there happen and you tend to warn people..." I rub my hands together, not looking at him.

His eyes dim at me, "What are you getting at, Taylor?"

"I love Rory, Mycole, and he loves me too," I admit out loud before I can take the next breath.

"What?" He asks in disbelieve, he looks speechless as well and stunned. "You know what he's going to do to you, you can't just turn a blind eye."

"I'm not, I just can't control how I feel most times. It's like you said, Mycole, things may not always happen the way you see them." I try to take his hand, but he draws it away from my reach and gets up. "Don't be that way."

"Why not? I see history repeating itself and just like before you want me to just stand by and watch." He covers his face with his large hands probably so I won't see he's getting red from anger.

"History won't repeat itself because Rory isn't like Toby."

His hands fall from his face and he raises a questioning brow at me, "You're sure about that?"

"Yes, I am. Rory loves me and you're just saying this because you don't like him and you don't know him." I defensively point out.

"I do! Rory is just like Toby and he's going to hurt you even worse than you can even imagine."

"Tell me how then," I demand.

I need to know how he's going to hurt me because the thought of Rory hurting me doesn't seem to be registering in my brain.

"I don't know." He blankly replies, "but I see you calling his name and crying many months from now."

The thought of future tears and regret makes my heart panic and clench hardly. Rory can't hurt me, the little time I spent with him gave me a new insight into the kind of man he is and unlike Mycole paints him to be, he's loving, kind, selfless and would give up anything just to see me happy.

Anything but his marriage to Paris.

"But he loves me." I blurt out confusedly, my eyes getting blurry with tears.

Mycole comes and sits beside me on the bed this time he takes my hand. "I don't know why or how he's going to hurt you, but he will."

I shake my head in pain. "I love him, knowing this already hurts me, Mycole." I sob out.

Mycole pulls me into his arms and I hug him, crying on him like someone who has lost it all.

.

A light knock comes on my door and I open my eyes and Mycole enters. He wears a navy blue sweater and black jean and his hair decent as always and his blue eyes lighten upon seeing me. He smiles and walks to my bed and kisses my head and I narrow my eyes at him.

"You've been crying?" He asks in concern.

"Like you don't know," I grumble and rub my eyes roughly, pulling away from the strand of hair that sticks to the tears on my face.

"No, I don't." He replies blankly.

He's either so good at denying or he's telling the truth.

"You came in earlier to tell me I should stay away from Rory and that he is worse than Toby and that I'm going to be hurt many months from now."

"I didn't say anything and I'm just coming back from work, you must have been dreaming."

I shake my head. "You don't cry in your sleep now do you?"

His cheek puffs up as he holds back a laugh. "What else did I do in your dream?" He asks, "Did I take your share of food in your dream?"

His teasing is not helping matters now.

I roll my eyes with a groan. "Not really."

"Come here." He opens his arms up for me and I enter them, letting him cuddle me and my head rests on his chest. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I smile at him.

"Rory told me he loved me." I peek a glance at him and the look on his face he doesn't seem to be bothered about that fact which is a good thing. I continue, "I love him too, I've tried to stop loving him, but I can't."

"I know." He replies and begins to stroke my arm gently.

I pull away to look at him. "You do?"

"Yes and I know what I saw, Taylor, but Rory seems genuine." He says absently.

I frown, "How did you know that?"

Silence.

I poke his shoulder, "Mycole?!"

"Well, I kind of saw you two."

"You invaded my privacy with Rory?"

"What else was I supposed to do? Jake was cutting himself again and the home needed you and I didn't know where you were."

Well, his excuse does seem genuine.

"Do you see things about Rory?" I ask.

"No, I don't." He replies after a quick thought. "I don't know why but I don't."

He seems to show much discomfort at this awareness. "There's only one person whose future I can't see and that's me."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know, but that leaves me as clueless as you are about him."

"Dinners ready." Comes Josh's voice from my door.

"We'll be there in a moment."

I rub Mycole arm and give him it's okay look.

"Come on, foods ready." I get off the bed and offer him my hand.

He was grin and takes my hand. "I knew that."

***

The morning of the next day, I was in a hurry up to finish dressing up. Jack didn't wake me like he usually did because he went for two hours run instead of the one hour race he normally does. After all, the competition was in a week time. So I woke up later than I'm supposed to.

Seven forty-nine a.m.

I'm putting on my clothes and racing to brush my hair and because luck isn't with me today, my hair tangles terribly and it becomes a drag. I wince in pain when I tried to forcefully brush it and instead of combing I let it fall and throw my comb into my bag.

"I'll get to work then deal with you."

I put on my shoe and grab my bag and I shrug on my jacket, I take my iPhone which is on the lampstand and keep it inside my bag. I reach for my belt close to the wardrobe and put it around my jean and run out of the room.

Coming out, I meet mom and she gives me a weird look which I also returned.

"Your hair." She point.

"Morning, mom, and I got to go." I kiss her cheek and run down.

"Well take some pancakes with you I already arranged them on the table."

"Thanks," I yell back. "Love you."

"Bye, take care."

I see the pancakes in a sealed place on the table along with a bottle of water and I grab them and keep the pancake inside my handbag and run out.

I look at my wristwatch which says seven fifty-five seriously? Times like this make me want to own a car!!

You do own a car, but you refused it because it was from Rory, remember?

Luckily for me, I see a taxi driving my way and I stop it and enter.

"Allen fashion house please," I tell him and we drive off.

Eight ten a.m.

I arrive at the Allen fashion house and paying the taxi, I run out of the car into the building. Walking past workers, some who give me pitiful look and others with the look of surprise and yet others with the murderous glare.

I'm used to their looks, and I'll put them in their place any day, but today I'm late so I let them pass.

I walk to the elevator and enter, I press the button to the top floor and tap my feet restlessly on the floor as I wait for it to reach the top floor.

When the door of the elevator opens, I step out only to meet Jason eyes looking at me in displeasure. "Just because you've got Rory wrapped around your fingertip does not give you the right to come late you know."

Oh my God, what did he just say?

My eyes go wide and I'm dumbfounded as I stare at him. My stomach coil up in a panic because knowing Jason, he's always out to get something or his mouth runs. If he knows, then Paris definite will and what will be my fate? Even if I get fired from here, Paris would certainly make sure I don't get any good job anywhere else. My life is completely over.

Thank you for completely ruining me, Rory!

"What?" I ask in a weak and low voice.

He gives me a filthy look. "Oh please. You've gone lower than a whore you know," His words cut deep into me more than I can explain, and I would have slapped him, but he's not to blame, I am. "and to think I was ready to start a life with you." He continues harshly. "I wonder what would happen when Paris finds out"

I gasp as he says this, but he continues. "but don't worry, I won't tell Paris because Rory already has a hold on me, but you'll be a fool if you dare think the truth won't be revealed soon."

He walks away, leaving me torn and my heart beating like a loud drum.

This is the reality, and as much as I want to shake the thoughts in my head away and tell myself not to worry, I can't. I've gone through a lot of things, but never one that can be as damaging as this is, and the truth keeps eating me up even when I try not to think of it.

This, whatever it is Rory feel for me or I feel for Rory is just going to ruin me, it's going to destroy me in ways I won't be able to recover, but then this time it won't be just me, but the Snowfalls as well.

Sometimes love is just not enough.

Paris is gonna find out and it's just a matter of time before she learns of the truth.