Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Keenan's POV

I bring Taylor into my car and lay her on the seats even as she had fallen asleep and her eyes remain close, I can't help admiring her for the little moment that I adjust her sleeping position. Her make up is already worn out from much crying, her mascara already masking her under her eyes and giving her sleepy eyes and her lip gloss is smeared wrongly on her lips, notwithstanding, she still looks as beautiful as I can remember. She makes a mumbling sound even while she sleeps and I lower to hear her properly.

"Don't hurt me." She looks troubled and vulnerable and my heart clenches tightly in my chest and reaching over her I stroke her hair and she sighs, not speaking anymore.

"I'll never hurt you, I promise you that," I vow under my breath before letting her go.

I close the car and turn around and my face comes in contact with a camera. I hiss and cuss under my breath, glaring madly at the ginger-haired lady holding the mic in front of me.

"Mr Hilton, Confirm if this rumour is true or not. Are you and Taylor Snowfall lovers? And if so do you think it's right, considering she's your best friends fiancée." She asks and I have to say, she has the most annoying voice I've ever heard.

I glare at her dumb question, clearly, she wasn't expecting to leave Taylor on the road the way I saw her is she? Maybe she was, maybe everyone has suddenly gone crazy.

"Does your silent means the rumours are true?"

That's it I'm done playing nice!

"Fuck you! Fuck your questions, fuck your camera and fuck everyone who would think that low of Taylor and I!" I walk away and enter my car and drive off.

I arrive at Taylor's house and her mom and her three brothers hurry up to meet me immediately they see me. They all seem to have been standing restlessly outside the house and relief washes over their faces when they see me.

"What happened to her?" Asks her mom with a trembling and worried tone of voice.

"I don't know," I reply, walking along to them. "'cause I saw her on the roadside," I explain and tears fall from the eyes of the women, and one of her sons put his arms around her. "Can I take her inside?" I enquire staring at them and waiting for permission.

"Yes." She nod and another of her brothers help me open the door, and the other show me to her room.

I am not used to them so I can't tell them apart from each other. I am also very bad with their names and I don't want to start calling them names that aren't theirs.

When he opens the door, I nod and step in with her. I've never been in her bedroom before and the smell welcomes me in. It smells feminine, but it isn't like any of the smell of the ladies room I've been to and so this is very new to me. It smells cheap but in a good way. And instead of the pink designs, she has a black and grey design with a little touch of white all over the wall. There is a small bookshelf close to her window and a small desk with papers and documents on it, they look arranged and untouched, noting that she hasn't had to work for a while. I stare at her neatly arranged bed and not wanting to keep her uncomfortable in my arms any longer, I walk there and lower her onto it.

I stroke her forehead tenderly and I move the strands of hair on her face away and she opens her beautiful blue eyes and looks at me and for a moment, I forget to breathe as her eyes so innocently stare at me like she can see my soul.

"Rory know, everything." She says in a low voice, but I hear her. She looks depressed and sad and I don't know if I'll understand exactly what she's going through.

"I think you should rest Taylor you've been through a lot as it is," I say, not wanting her to go back into thinking about the shit show that happened today.

Tears roll down her face and I begin to feel as if I am on fire. Never had a woman's tears affected me or made me remorseful, never have I cared to be a shoulder for broken people to cry on, especially those broken for love. To me, everyone gets what they deserve, I've been through my own sheer of heartbreaks, but as I watch this new reality unfold before my eyes, I know my theory has been wrong and opening up the window of my mind, I throw it away.

I reach for her hand and take a seat close to the side while she sits up. "He hates me so much, I saw it in his eyes, I never thought this day would come but it has, he can't even stand the sight of me and he...." She chokes on her words as tears rush down her face.

"Did he lay a hand on you?" I ask through gritted teeth, I try to control the rage trying to overcome my voice so it doesn't throw her off the edge.

She is delicate, fragile and innocent and the last thing I want her to be now is worried or terrified.

She opens her mouth to reply to my question, but she stops herself and much pain takes over her face, and she covers her face with her palms and she begins to sob weakly before me.

I take that as a yes then.

"Don't cry, you did nothing wrong."

She uncovers her face and looks at me, her face soaked in her tears and her eyes red and weak from shedding too many tears, "Then why does Rory hate me? Why did he humiliate me by not coming to Church for the wedding? Why did he throw me out when I was trying to explain my innocence to him? Why did he hurt me the way he did?"

Because he's a stupid son of a bitch and I mean it literally. I want to say, but I don't tell her that.

I hold her tears filled face and make her look at me. "You're not to blame. Rory isn't thinking straight okay, he's shit when he's angry, I will talk to him so he will know you did nothing wrong and he was wrong for treating you the way he did." She nods and wipes her tears and I lay her head down on the pillow and she closes her eyes again.

"Promise me that you won't fight with Rory." She says, not waiting for my answer, but falling into a deep peaceful sleep.

I lean in and gently kiss her on her forehead, "I can't promise you that love, but I'll try to be a gentleman."

"She's sleeping now," I tell Tessa as I come out of Taylor's room and close the door.

She breathes in a relief breath and out and gives me a grateful but wordless nod.

"I should start going," I say, stuffing my hands into my pocket and walking out.

"Thank you so much, Keenan, you don't know how much this means to us that you brought her home safely, God bless you, my dear son."

"Thank you, ma'am," I say as I walk to the living room where the triplets are and nodding my head, I make my way out of the house.

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I pull over at Rory's house and make my way in, not bothering to stop check if his car is still parked in first. I know when that son of a bitch is heartbroken the last thing he does is go out. There are a lot of things I want to explain to him although a part of me just want to bash his head in for laying a damn finger on Taylor.

Taylor says not hurt him so I'm gonna try not to. I tell myself, calming my inner monster.

I walk into the house and head for the library because that where Rory stays...more of hides when things don't go his way.

I enter and see him seated on his favourite red sofa with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand and a copy of a photo in his left hand. His fingernails are digging into the picture, venting all the anger which I can feel from the door on the photo. He takes the whiskey to his lips and drinks it down and when I take another step closer, he looks up at me.

"Hey to you too," I say when his eyes furrow on seeing me.

"What are you doing here?!" He demands coldly, rage pouring out of his tone as he glares at me.

Men if looks could kill, I'd be ashes on the floor already.

I strode further into the room, "We need to talk, buddy, about Taylor."

"I don't want to talk about her!" He seethes, clenching his teeth.

Okay, now he beginning to piss me off.

"Really?" I raise my brow at him and step closer which makes him grunt in frustration. "Because I know you do want to talk. When you're angry the two things you do."

He shrugs, drinking the whiskey before speaking again, "Well I guess you don't know me like you think you do." He replies, not sounding as drunk as he should be because I see other bottles lying around as well.