The bad boy (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

NIghtmare

I woke up the sweat dotting my forehead, the tears pooling down my face. The nightmares that Ive been trying so hard to forgot have once again been brought up.

I hurry to the bathroom, striping from my pajamas as I wait for the shower to warm up. I look at myself in the mirror as the tears roll faster down my face.

"it wasn't my fault," I whisper before continuing, "I didn't mean too,"

I walk into the shower as the warm water hits my skin as I shrink down in the shower, curling into a ball the sobs breaking through. The dreams replays in my head as I cry harder.

DREAM:

I moan as I eat my food the cheese on the pizza melting in my mouth. Everyone's staring at something, I look around to see Amber on a chair smirking at me.

"I'm sure you all know Riley Campbell?" she asks before laughing, "oh wait I forgot you don't she's a loser".

I look around to see some people laughing and that's when I notice him by her side and by him I mean Taylor.

"Did you know Riley used to have a sister?" she asks as the choruses of no's come from the crowd.

"she did but she killed her!" she exclaimed as gasps came from the crowd.

I felt the tears pour down my face. No that's not what happened! It wasn't my fault!!

"she was arguing with her dad and hit the steering wheel and they toppled into the ditch, killing her five year old sister and almost killing her dad." she informed.

"what's the worst of it all was that she said she didn't regret it!"

No that's not what I said! The therapist said that I need to stop regretting it, I need to move on and stop blaming myself. It was becoming unhealthy. I wouldn't come out of my room, I wouldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, that's when I started my bad habit of cutting.

They don't understand! I think as I run out of the cafeteria.

DREAM OVER.

"it wasn't my fault." I whisper rocking back and forth the water washing away my tears.
"I didn't mean too.. I should of died not her" I sob.

I feel so broke , I feel all the feelings come rushing back to me when I grab my razor bringing it to my wrist.

My hand shakes as I stare down at it, no cut being made as I stare at the blade that helped me so many times before. Ive been strong for so long am I going to break now? Am I going to breaking that easily?

I move swiftly as the blood drips on the floor of the shower.

"it should of been me," I scream.

I wait for my mom to come up, I wait for her to comfort me but nothing happens but of course I'm used to that by now. After my little sister died my mom buried herself in work, my dad became an alcoholic and a abuser, that's when my mom kicked him out.

I wrap a towel around me as I step out of the shower, staring at myself in the mirror. The puffiness of my eyed clearly showing. Thank god it's a Saturday, I would definitely would not be going to school today.

I lay in bed as I turn on the t.v clicking on Disney channel my favorite channel ever!

I can't help but stare down at my wrist thinking about how easy it was for me to break, the fresh cut on my wrist still slightly bleeding.

I felt my phone buzz from beside me.

The bad boy: are you up?

What the hell, when did he get he number and when did I get his?

Me: yeah why?

The bad boy: I'm coming over.

Me: at 3 in the morning.

The bad boy: yes

The door opened right then and there and I look up to see Taylor.

"I thought you were coming over, you didn't say you were here," I mumble covering my arm up.

"life is full of surprises,". He shrugs laying in bed beside me.

"how did you get in?" I ask, I remember locking the door before bed.

"picked the lock." he shrugs once again.

I laugh lightly as he pulls me into his chest, intertwining our fingers as his hand brushes over the cut making me wince.

"what?" he asks.

"nothing" I assure him as he starts playing with my hair.

"kitty what's wrong?" he asks studying my face tilting my head in all different directions.

"nothing!"

"bull, you've been crying I can tell."

"it was just a nightmare," I shrug.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks

I shake my head softly and sighs burying his face in the crook of my neck.

Why does he do this?

Why does he make me feel this way?

Doesn't he know the affect he has on me?

He grabs my hand again, playing with my fingers. His eyes widen as he sees the cut.

"what's this?" he asks looking in my eyes.

"my dog," I mumble.

"you don't have one!" he points out.

"Taylor please don't make me explain," I beg.

He kisses my forehead as I blush a bright red.

"Tell me when you're ready." he sighs.

A/N: I'm sorry guys, it's taken me forever to update and this one was bad but I just wanted to update something so you guys had something. It was sort of short but I got a sad scene and a cute Riyler scene too..
Love you guys,

Janet ❤