Chapter 74: Chapter 74
Yea because sometimes you can be such an ass. I retort in my head.
"Yes, like I didn't think you were one of those assholes that go around hurting women physically until I saw Taylor all wrecked and tortured," I say with an accusing and disappointed voice.
His eyes flicker with guilt one moment and the next it fades away quickly. "Oh... Did she run into your arms after she left here? I bet your arms were open to holding her, just like it has always been, ready to kiss and fuck her as well!" I almost surge forwards to punch him in the face, but I hold myself.
He is seventy per cent drunk, fifty-four per angry and ten per cent frustrated. That's a hundred per cent of no control. He is a walking disaster as it is.
"You might take your anger on me, but don't disrespect Taylor. She did nothing wrong."
He let, out annoying laughter. "Oh, so you did all the fucking then? See that'll not be so hard to believe, knowing you've fucked all my ex better than I ever could 'cause you were the irresistible one."
This is what it is then?! You're making her pay for my mistakes.
"The reason they all left you was that you were always a dick to them, just like you are being to Taylor now."
"Damn you, Keenan! I was never a dick to Ginger and you still took her from me!" He snaps, smash the bottle against the wall and getting up. "You were supposed to be my best friend, but you stabbed me in the back yet again just like you did with Ginger!" He moves towards me daringly, the fire flaring in his eyes. "You always do this, you always go after my women." He jabs me in the chest and I stumble backwards. "What is it with you and them uh?"
"Ginger was never yours, and she never loved you, that was why she chose to hurt you the way she did. I did have a hand in it, so I'm sorry. I didn't do anything with Taylor, so I'm not apologizing for that."
"Your fucking hands were on my fucking fiancée body and your lips on hers, doesn't that call for at least admission on your part?!" He exploded storming towards me.
"Rory-" he knocks the next words out of my mouth with his fist and not expecting it, I fall to the floor. He launches towards me and grabbing my shirt, he throws me to the wall with a strange power I didn't think he possessed before delivering multiple punches to my body and my face. I fall to the ground and stay there and he stands above and watches me with hate, disgust and fury.
"Come on and fight like a man that I know you are and not a chicken." He calls out and steps away from my body.
I cough painfully, feeling blood on my tongue and I look up at him. Like a man and not a chicken eh idiota? I'll beat you to the point where you wonder if you're a girl! I vow silently as I begin to get up to my feet, my anger rising alongside and my fist clench tightly.
'Promise you won't fight with Rory.' Taylors voice echoes in my mind and my anger towards Rory dies down again, I seriously can't be a gentleman right now, I don't want to be.
This man needs to be taught a lesson in Italian on how to treat and talk about women, but I can't do that and my fists unclench.
"Why did you have to say those words to me, Taylor?" I grumble to myself, wiping at my blood-stained mouth with the back of my hand.
"I'm not gonna fight you, Rory, that doesn't mean I'm not going to beat you up if you keep being a dick and coming at me!"
He scoffs in indignation, "I'm the one who got cheated on and yet I'm the bad guy!" He yells loudly at me.
"That is because you choose to believe the lie and not the truth," I yell back at him. "You are too blind by that bitch called Paris and the dubious mother of yours they hate Taylor and will do anything to ruin her and you're too dumb to see that.
"Shut up." he shoves his knee into my stomach twice and his elbow into my back and I groan in pain as I fall e floor, cursing and writhing. My body aches and my head pound like an alarm.
Why didn't I see that coming?
My vision blurs up, and I don't see him. "I kissed Taylor. I forcefully did because I love her and I was drunk. I liked it, I love it, but that doesn't mean Taylor loved it. She's innocent, brother, and deep down I know you know this too. She doesn't deserve to suffer like this for what she didn't do. She loves you and only you and if you let her go, you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life, and that is a very long time."
He looks down at me with the same look of hatred and disgust and begins to move back before saying. "I don't care about her anymore and I don't care about you anymore so you two can do whatever the fuck it is you want with yourselves."
Two weeks later=====>
Taylor's POV
A light knock comes to my door and the next moment, the door cracks open and I close my eyes and slowly exhale as the footstep grows close and clench the bedsheets tightly around myself. My eyes strain tightly and feel dry because I've been crying the past hours and I had fallen asleep in the middle of my tears.
"Taylor." Comes mom tender voice as she draws closer. "You're not still crying are you?"
I shake my head even as though I'm am and I hear her sigh and sits down on the bed. I turn to her and she gasps. "Your eyes are bloody red Taylor. You might get a headache."
"I'll be fine, mom," I say with my most assuring voice which by the way sounds like one in a wrecking ship.
"You've been saying that for two weeks now child, you can't just let the world pass you by because your wedding didn't push through and your relationship ended."
My world already passed me by mom. I want to say, but I keep silent and just listen.
"You're are a strong woman and if someday something happens to me, I don't pray you to be weak because your brothers will all be looking up to you."
"Well thank God you're still here then," I say with a lame attempt at sarcasm.
"Taylor you're breaking mine and the heart of everyone around you, you've shut everyone out. Your brothers can't reach you and neither can Mycole. We are all worried and afraid you might hurt yourself or worse break down."
I hiss in annoyance and shrug the bedsheets off my shoulder and begin to sit up. "Well mom as you all can see, I'm fine. I haven't committed suicide yet and that's not on my to-do list right now. So you guys can quit worrying about me."
"Taylor!" She snaps. "You don't have to be rude. We have the right to be worried about you because we are your family and we know you're going through hell, but we don't want you to feel alone."
I'm not alone, I've got me, myself and I. My mind retorts.
I sigh in regret that I had taken their care for granted, "I'm sorry, mom, didn't mean to sound so rude." Tears spring up at the back of my eyes, but I brush it away. "I've been hurt and my heart still hurt like hell. But I'm gonna survive because that's what I've got to do."
Two weeks ago, the photos of Keenan and I were all over the internet and news and everyone had a nasty thing to say about Taylor Snowfall and the Snowfall family. Mom had to quit her job and decided to fully stay home after she got harassed at her place of work because of that. I haven't step my feet out, but that doesn't stop them from coming to the house and throwing things at the house and at those they see, which are always the three Js and mom. Most times they come to the house to just yell gold digger, slut, whore, and other horrible names on and on.
Keenan told me his talk with Rory didn't go as planned because Rory wasn't ready to listen. I also did try o call Rory, but it's every time he'll either reject my call or turn his phone off. I can't say it doesn't hurt, but I've been trying to cope with not having Rory around me anymore. Even though I want him, crave for him and long for his arms, I bring myself into the reality which I have now and it is that nothing is ever going to be the same again.
"You are burning." Mom flinches when her hand touches my head, looking at me with an alarming eye. "You need to see the doctor." She strictly charges and I sigh weakly.
"Mom I'm okay, there's nothing wrong with me okay?" I try to sound as casual as possible, but that does not seem to ease her worries.
"We need to see a doctor." She says. "Right now."
I jump out of bed and away from her reach like a child who is asked to take her bitter medicine. Ever since I was little, I've always hated the name hospital, and when dad died, my view completely changed and I vowed never to step my feet there and there is no way I'm going there.
"I'm fine mom, why can't you see-" I cover my mouth and run to the bathroom, getting on my knees, I begin to throw up into the toilet. Mom gently moves my hair away from my face and rub my back as I throw up yet again. She goes out of the bathroom and when she comes back, she hands me a glass of water which I take and rinse my mouth with.
We walk back into the room in silence and although silent I know she wants to ask a lot of questions.
"How long have you been throwing up Taylor?" She asks more worryingly than curiously.
"Since four days now." I trail off, not paying attention to her.
"Taylor. We need to see the doctor."
Not again.
I walk away from her and begin to head to my bed, but the more I move closer, the further away it gets and my eyes begin to close and my feet begin to give up and lose their hold on the ground and I lose my balance and fall on to the bare floor.