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chapter four

I finallyyyy updated. YAY!!

Taylors pov

No no no no. This can’t be happening. How did I let this happen? What’s Adam going to think? I was running down the street with absolutely no idea where I was going. I passed multiple groups of people who looked at me, some with an expression of distaste, some with pity. I guess I did look pretty bad with tears running down my face and the awkward limp of running on hard pavement. (I had taken off my heels because I knew I would get nowhere while wearing those. But I just had to get away from Joe. I knew that no matter how hard it was going to be, I would never be able to see him again. 

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the lamp pole standing in front of me until it was too late. ‘Smack.’

…

“Mmmm” I moaned.

I slowly opened my eyes unsure of where I was, or what happened. Stealing a quick glance at my surroundings I noticed that I was in a bedroom, lying on someone else's bed. It wasn’t mine, nor anyone else I knew. These thoughts sent me into panic. Was I kidnapped? Why am I in bed? What did they make me do? Deciding I had to find out for myself I unsuccessfully attempted to sit up, but my body hurt so much I couldn’t. Then last night all came back to me. ‘Oh, that’s right, I was running away from Joe and then I ran into that pole.’ I mentally facepalmed, how could I be so dumb? But that still doesn’t explain why I am now in this strange bedroom. 

Just as my thoughts were beginning to spiral out of control yet again the door to the bedroom opened and the last person I was hoping to see walked through. “JOE! What the fuck are you doing here.” I ask breathlessly.

He just chuckles and I can’t help but blush, his laugh is so cute. But I then remember that he had seen my wrist and once again shut myself off. “Well this is MY house,” he says emphasising the my. “If anything I should be asking you what you’re doing here, but that would be dumb on my behalf as I was the one who bought you here.” He finishes still with a big welcoming grin on his face. How could I hate him? But I had to, for both mine and Adam's sake. I couldn’t go through another break up so I had to stick it out and hope that things will get better.

“Why did you bring me to your house? Was I not clear enough last night, I don’t want to see or talk to you.”

“I’m your boss, I don’t know how long that’s going to last for.”

“I’m resigning.”

“What! Why?”

“Because, I already told you, I don’t want to see you or talk to you ever again.” I say bluntly, for some reason my heart aches as I say these words to him. 

“Well from the state you're in I don’t think you will be going anywhere soon.”

I can't exactly argue with that because my body is in so much pain that I don't think I could move let alone leave even if I wanted to. “Mmpphh.” I just grunted and shyt my eyes so that I didn't have to see Joe. 

I lay there thinking about everything, Joe was so much nicer than Adam and I really wish I could stay friends with him. Whenever I’m around him I feel safe and happy, quite the opposite of what I feel around Adam. But I have come to a conclusion In my head that it would be impossible for me to leave Adam.

Joe's pov

After carrying Taylor home last night I had sat on the edge of my bed and watched her sleep. She was so mesmerizingly beautiful that it almost hurt to look at her and know she would never be mine. That took me back to the marks I had seen on her wrists, quite obvious bruises in the shape of a hand. It pained me to know that someone so innocent and kind could have something that horrible happen to them. I wonder how bad it is? I wanted to go check her body to make sure that there were no more marks but I also didn't want to invade her privacy more than I already had.

I was now making Taylor breakfast, I figured pancakes would do. I carefully carry the tray over to the bed and sit down next to her. On my arrival she once again closes her eyes to block me out. She looks so damn cute like that. 

“Love, I made you some breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry and don’t call me that!”

 I sigh, “Taylor you need to eat.”

“No, I can’t.” She says her voice barely a whisper.

“Taylor I’m not leaving until… wait what do you mean ‘you can’t.”

“He said that I’m finally starting to get better, and I am!”

“Better how?”

“Better at controlling my weight and staying in shape. Better at not always being a fat pig. Better at being wanted.” Taylor slowly lowers her head obviously not wanting me to see the tears cascading down her face. But I do, I see them and it breaks my heart.

How could anyone have such little self worth, especially Taylor, she seems so perfect. But I guess we all have our demons.

I can’t help it, she looks so vulnerable and hurt. Cautiously I approach her not wanting to trigger anything and then wrap her up tight in my arms. Her hair was so soft and smelt like strawberries and I never wanted that moment to end. So I prolonged it for as long as possible not letting go.

Taylors pov

In Joe's arms I felt so warm and comforted, I never wanted to let go but I knew I had to. He was only being this perfect, sweet, kind person towards me because he felt sorry for me, I knew he didn’t really want to get involved in my shit ass life, and if he did he shouldn’t.

A small part of me hidden deep, deep down under the surface wishes that he actually liked me for me. But I won’t say anything, I don’t want to ruin this delicate thing we have going on.

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Sorry I havnt been writting lately:(