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Taylor Caniff Part 2

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The men come closer up to you, forcefully ripping your jacket off of you. You heard the small tear as it ripped. It was almost as if they ripped your heart out; as shallow as that sounds, it was the truth.
You let out a small squeal in pain, feeling one of the men's fingers deep into your skin. You felt a grasp onto your head pushing you down onto the wet floor. "Stay down, bitch." They demand as you felt the tears form in your eyes. "Ed, you could start it off." One of them says winking over to you. You stare at the disgusting scruff he had. The man, assuming his name as 'Ed' came closer up to you, feeling your legs. You felt the reflex, kicking him off of you; your foot collided with his face as he shouts. "Oh shit, I didn't mean to." You say feeling bad as a reaction. "You're going to get it." One of them says furiously taking his fist, forcefully hitting you in the cheek. You hold your cheek with your hand for pressure, as you all hear a car in the distance.
The motor became louder and louder. You secretly hope for someone, anyone to save you. You were hopeless at this point.

You then saw it, a bright newly-used white car. Its light flashes at the scene as you stand up on your feet struggling. It stops sharply making its tire squeak loudly. A person gets out of their car, looking you in the eye; it was the one person you did not expect at all, the one and only Taylor Caniff.
You breathe heavily as you saw the anger in his eyes. "Get in the car." He demands to you, as you run over to the passenger seat. Taylor walks over to the group of guys clenching his fists together.
"You think you're tough?" One of them taunts. Without hesitation, you watch as Taylor throws punches left and right to the drunken men. They stumble in their place finally falling down. They groan in relief as you continue to shake.
You watch Taylor in the bright light as he hurries back to the car. Slamming the door shut, he sets the car in reverse stepping onto the gas.
He was going at least sixty mph, speeding away. You didn't say a word, and neither did him.

Everything happened so quickly. Before you knew it, you were almost home; was it the way he drove? Considering he was driving his white corvette that he used to make out with every girl. You watch his angry eyes, as they stare straight at the road. You notice his revealing veins from his hands as he clutches the wheel tightly. You were scared to look at him, not mentioning that you were even in his car after he saved you from getting raped.

"Are you okay?" He asks you still with his eyes on the road. "Yeah." You say trying to seem alright, when really you weren't. You felt light-headed for some reason, feeling Taylor's hand on your leg. He inched them closer up as you wince in pain. Taylor turns his head to you, getting lost into your eyes. You then saw it, a flash of light coming towards both of you. You felt Taylor's grip onto your leg even harder, as if he was pinching onto you. He sharply turns the wheel recklessly and then darkness. You let out a scream, but that was all you remembered.
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You wake up, but your eyes were closed. You waited to hear the beeps from machines, but there wasn't any. You open your eyes, hearing the faint crickets chirp. You weren't in the emergency room as you thought. You breathe heavily as you start to panic. You turn to your left seeing a sparkle in the darkness. They looked like eyes; they belonged to Taylor. He watched every move, he was curious of something. You squint your eyes at him, turning your head. You sit back up to get his attention. "Taylor?" You ask focusing onto his bright eyes. "You're finally awake." He says. "Are you okay?" You ask him confused.
He shook his head facing you. "I should be asking you that." He says followed by a slight chuckle. "We crashed...didn't we?"
"No... Y/N are you okay?"
You sit back in your seat, letting out a sigh. "I must've had a dream." You shake your head at how ridiculous you must've looked to him. You rub your head, feeling small paper towels. You take it off, seeing a partial amount of blood with the small resource of light. "Oh my god." You say covering your mouth with your hand. "I got it." He says turning on the light, covering your head with a new paper towel. "How long have you been doing this?" you ask casually. "This is my fifth time now." He responds. "Thank you."
"I want to kill them, Y/
N." he says with a small pit of anger in him. "W-what?"
"They fucking hurt you." He says pointing to the cut that was on your cheek. "Taylor, I'm fine, just bring me home." You say trying your best to avoid him at any case. "It's nearly two am." He informs you.
"Taylor, how did you know?" You say opening the door; you needed fresh air. "I had a feeling." He says joining you. You both look up at the stars. "Listen... I know I'm not the greatest of all guys... I just wanted to say that I didn't like how these perverts were all up on you." He confesses. You look up at him, he was much taller than you expected; besides, you were never this close to him before. "Why do you care? You honestly don't give two shits about me." You say slightly confused. He shrugs his shoulders with his hands in his pockets. "You're different from most girls."
You felt a smile creep upon your face, feeling the cold wind. You let out a small shiver, looking down to your half torn outfit. You were only left with a t-shirt that was ripped, revealing your bra. "Oh here." He says taking off his sweatshirt. "Taylor..." You say until he wraps it around you. You hold it close smelling his scent of Marc Jacobs cologne. He always smelt good to you. "I don't want you getting sick. It's the last thing you need." He says a bit sternly, which seemed oddly cute to you.
You wince again in pain, feeling the paper towel slide off from your head. Taylor seemed to quickly notice, taking the towel off. You watch him closely as he focuses on your cheek. He wipes off the excess blood, lightly pressing onto your cheek. He stops for a moment, looking up to your face, first at your lips and then up to your eyes. He gazes in for a moment, followed by a sweet smile you couldn't resist, was this a genuine smile from Taylor Caniff? You feel your toes inch up, as the heels of your foot lift up from the ground. Taylor lowers his body hovering over you with his hand placed on the top of his car. You both lean into each other, finally pressing onto each other's lips. You purse your lips into him more as he moves his hand underneath to your chin. He deepens the kiss but somehow manages to keep it at a low level. He comfortly holds onto your side with his other hand, rubbing your skin softly with warmth. You feel Taylors' smile in the kiss as you run a hand in his hair.

You both felt the urge to pull away from the kiss hearing the chirping of the cricket's row larger in size. "What's wrong?" He asks worriedly. You nod your head with a soft giggle. "You're just like one of those guys." You say referring him to one of the drunken guys earlier. You knew it was wrong for you to even bring it up, but somehow it was planted in your head. You would to think Taylor being angry, but he was calm. "I'm not one of them." He says.
You don't answer.
"I may be an asshole, but I won't dare to hurt you." Taylor says kissing your forehead bringing you closer into him.

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