Chapter 76: Chapter 76

I know it's his because I've also worn that T-shirt before. I have to say her beauty is enchanting as well as intimidating, her flawless long legs and on the four-inch heel is perfection. Her curves are also showing perfectly underneath the shirt and I begin to feel insecure in my own skin. How can I not? She's got the perfect model body type and I am...me.

"Already missing me?" She teases and Rory's arms wrap around her waist and pull her to himself.

My heart tightens in my heart and the reality playing before me doesn't look like one I should evade.

"You know what you do to me, Ginger."

Ginger?! The same Ginger that hurt him and left him or another?!

"I know what I do to you pretty boy and good thing I came over to help ease your pain like always." She uses her hand to collect the glass from his hands which are already around her. "I'm glad your mom called me"

Tears are pouring out of my eyes watching the two of them. This is it then he could forgive her, but not me. That doesn't make sense.

"Me too, I missed you." He tries kissing her, but she places her hand on his lips in suspension.

"I'm in charge." She smirks, tracing her finger down into his shorts.

His eyes shutter close and he licks over his bottom lips and moans out. "I like when you get bossy."

I cover my face hoping to control myself from shattering and breaking down into a million pieces. I hiss and wipe at my teary eyes, fighting the heartbreak to go away. It hurts so much, more than any painful feeling I have ever had and it won't stop.

"Who's that?"

I look up at the Lady and Rory and pray they are not talking about me, but my breath seizes and I stumble backwards when Rory's eyes land on me and he frowns in displeasure. He let go of the Ginger lady and walk over to me in fury.

Oh shit! Run, hide, vanish! Do something my mind yells at me but I stay still.

"What are you doing here?!" He demands hotly, "I thought I told you to never come back?! Do I have to throw you out myself?"

Ignoring his cruel words and I turn to Ginger who's standing behind him. "You must be Ginger, Keenan told me all about you," I say with a pained and disgusted smile and I turn to Rory. "Didn't know humans could go back to their vomit." I shake my head in disappointment.

The lady's face narrows at me and when she realises the meaning of the word I shot at her, she surges forward furiously.

Bring it on bitch!

But Rory puts his hand in front of her to keep her still in her position. "At least the vomit isn't you." Rory shoves back at me with a displeased scowl and I quickly put away because of the painful feeling that hit me as a result of his reply.

"So you're trying to get back at me then?" I reply, stubbornly keeping my gaze on the lady that's behind him, not his. "But then again she isn't dumb or deaf, she can reply and defend herself can't she?"

"Taylor!" My name comes off like a bitter medicine on his tongue.

"What?!" I snap, raising my voice at him. "You know, Keenan told me about your relationship with Ginger and how you gave your all, I use to be sad, but now, I'm not. In fact, I think you deserve everything she did and will do to you in the future."

He takes me forcefully by my arm and pulls me closer, making me stare fearfully into his dark, green, murderous eyes. I seem to have forgotten my place here, forgotten that he's no longer the same man I used to love, forgotten that he's capable of hurting me yet again.

"Why are you here?"

I gulp and I bite my lips, trying to ignore his long fingernails that are currently digging into the flesh of my arm and I keep staring at him. I had a reason for coming, but the event that just took place with these two seems to have erased that from my memory and as I recollect, I begin to speak up. "I came to tell you that I'm....."

Not letting me finish up my words, he cut in. "What? That you're already tired of screwing Keenan? That you suddenly realise he's not what you want? That you need me? Well, you should have thought about that when you went and fucked him behind my back, you shameless whore!" He spits out, shoving me back, but doesn't let go of me.

I am shocked beyond recovery, he just called me a plain whore, something I thought he'd never do even at the point of death. I'm overwhelmed with shock, grief and sorrow that it takes me a moment to admit that it was Rory who just said that to me. He knew me, he knew my history, my past my nightmare with Toby and how his name-calling had affected me. He knew what could kill me and he just said it.

How can someone who promised to love you show so much hatred? How can someone who is supposed to shield you be the one that throws you out? How can someone who is supposed to protect you be the one that turns on you? How can the person who is supposed to give you life take the little you have? How can someone who knows your weakness be the one that pulls the trigger?

If I was broken before, I break a thousand time over again. If I'm shattered, then he just threw the little piece of me into the ocean, and if I was in love, I've forgotten how it feels like to love.

A tear roll down my face and I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath slowly open them. This is not Rory this is something else, a beast a ruthless beast who only wants to hurt me and every reason I hoped fades away before my eyes and I feel empty. Something is burning inside of me, something's big, something's powerful, something I can't explain. It is burning away whatever it is that I ever felt for the man standing before me now. I open my eyes, blinking the rest tears that are trying to fall away I look straight into his eyes before saying.

"I hate you," I say the words real, clear and loud, coming out from the deepest broken soul of mine. He as if wanting to take back his word and his grip around me lightens, but I slapped him hard across the face and I yank my hand away from his grasp and turn to walk away.

"Taylor," Rory calls in a low voice, but I ignored it and walk on. I have nothing to do with him anymore and neither would the child that is in me. "Taylor," He calls again, this time he grabs my hand and turns me to himself, but I slapped him again and this time the engagement ring which I'm still wearing cut deeply into his face and he let me go.

The blood runs down his face unto his bare chest and I draw away, getting sick and irritated at his touch and I walk away, this time, he doesn't call my name or come after me.