Nothing Like Us (Maylor)

Chapter Four

Taylor's P.O.V

I arrived to my house praying to god that my dad wasn't there. I walked up through the brown grass because it was dead. Beer cans and trash laid on my yard, my house was always trashy, you could say I was poor. I mean we have food in the house most of the time, and we have running water and beds thanks to me.

I opened the broken screen door, I remembered early this morning when my dad fell through it breaking it. I sighed smelling weed, that was the natural scent of my house well other than beer.

I walked through the small house and into my bedroom, I had the small room of the house, it only fit my small bed and my broken dresser. I walked over to my bed and sat down sighing.

I knew I was alone because my dad would have already walked in if he was here and he would have punched me.

I moved my left hand over to my right lightly picking it up causing me to bite my lip and tears to fill my eyes it hurt so bad. I sat it down on my lap and examined it, and it was BAD. It was 100% broken.

I stood up and walked back out of my room and to the bathroom, my hair was greasy and I had dirt all over me except for my face which I washed off in the bathroom earlier. I stripped down leaving myself standing naked in our small bathroom. I bit my lip looking at the huge bruise that was on my jaw. Guess it was as bad as everyone made it out to be.

I turned on the water and stepped in, the steam of the hot water hit me first and then I walked into the water. I faced towards the water letting the hot h2o to hit my head and my shoulders.

I flinched when the water hit the cuts that I made on my legs, I didn't want to put my right arm in the water because I knew that it'd hurt like a bitch.

It was like 20 minutes later when I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. I grabbed my dirty clothes and walked out shutting off the light before walking back into my bedroom. I tossed my dirty clothes in the pile on my floor.

I sat on my bed and laid back I didn't know if I had any clean clothes left to wear, I haven't had enough money to pain for the laundry mat, it all went to the bills.

I heard a knock on the front door and I stood up not bothering to get dressed.

I walked to the front door of the house and opened it seeing Carter standing there "Hey Taylor" he said sweetly and I gave a small smile, I didn't like when he was here because I never wanted to see him hurt by my father. He doesn't know about my dad abusing me and he wasn't going to find out.

"Hey" I smiled

"are you ok? I know you were a bit mad earlier" he said and I chuckled.

"come in" I said moving out of the was and he walked in. I wanted to tell him to get out but I was already being a dick to him so I decided against it. I hope today was one of those days where my dad was gone all day.

I walked Carter to my room and for some reason I felt as if he was watching me.

Carter's P.O.V

Taylor walked ahead of me and for some reason my eyes found their selves to Tay's ass. I bit my lip hungrily I watched as he walked and tried to imagine him naked underneath of the white towel.

Taylor turned back to my and I snapped my stare away and looked up at him I gave an awkward smile. I walked into his room and sat down on the bed looking around, it was small but I didn't judge I knew that he didn't have a lot of money, I have tried to offer help but he's stubborn and won't take it.

Taylor opened his drawer and pulled out a pair of sweats and a big t-shirt "I'll be back" he said I sighed and looked at him, ours eyes met and my face flustered up. I felt as if I was going to get sick.

"You can change in here" I said due to we have known each other since we were little and I've seen him naked before, but then again he's grown since then.

I wondered what Taylor's nude body would look like now, I bit my lip trying to hold in a moan of pleasure. What the fuck was I thinking? Taylor's my best friend and I'm not gay. I sighed and looked back up noticing that Taylor had already walked out.

I was glad that he wasn't in there to see me get horny because I didn't feel like explaining why I had a red face.

Taylor walked back into the room a few minutes later, my eyes fell to his wrist I bit my lip "let me take you to the hospital" I begged.

"no" he refused

"please"

"Carter I said no"

"why not? Taylor your arm looks awful"

He rolled his eyes "I don't have the money to go to the hospital"

"I'll pay for it" and right when that left my mouth I instantly regretted it.

"I'm not some fucking charity case! I don't need your money so stop treating me like that!" He snapped, his face red from anger. I looked down at my feet god I hated when he yelled at me "I'm sorry" I whimpered like a small child.

Taylor walked over and laid down on the bed, I joined him. I faced him as we laid on the bed, this reminded me of when we were younger and used to spend the night at each others house, well he'd always come over to my house. Now that I thought about it I've never spent the night at his house before. I remember him talking about how his dad hurt him when we were younger but I never really thought about it before.

My heart dropped, did he mean that his dad hit him? Is that what happened to his arm and face?

I bit my lip feeling tears fill my brown eyes.

I looked at Taylor who laid there with his eyes shut and softly snoring, he twitched a little every now and again but it didn't bother me.

What bothered me was that he was being abused and didn't tell me, or anyone for a matter of fact.

I wanted to cry.
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A/N: OMG here's the update I am so happy I got out early today 😆 and I'm getting my hair dyed purple at 2 YAY! Any ways do you guys like it so far? And what do think about Carter finding out 😘