𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳

episode 22: vows of loss

Taylor saw Harry, lying on the ground unconscious. Her heart felt like it stopped. This is all her fault. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be in this shit of a mess.

"Get away from him, you piece of shit!" Taylor's mouth trembles as she yells at Albert. That didn't do any help at all.

Instead, he and his men just snickered at the helpless sight of her. They whispered things to each other as they made more jokes.

One of the men untied her hands from the tight rope binding it. As soon as it was free, she ran to Harry's limp body. She patted his cheeks trying to wake him up. "Harry? Wake up, love."

Taylor's eyes brimmed with sadness. She wasn't only scared, yet embarassed. Tears continously fell from her eyes.

This was because of her. It's all her fault.

"Oh, the little girl is crying." Albert approached her. He feigned hurt, pretendig to pity her as he wiped her wet stains with his thumbs.

Her bottom lip quivered at his touch. She didn't want this disgusting man near her.

He suddenly grasped her chin. She grunted at the hard contact. "You know what? I fell for you. And here you are, playing all daises and buttercups." He wasn't burning with anger, but fury. He was fueled with the fire inside his heart. Once that was love, but now rage.

It wasn't even love, just lust.

"You never fell for me." She whispered her words with her teeth in grit, his hands never leaving her face. "You fell for my lies."

His face fell once he heard her words. Her broken face turned into an evil smile-feeling a sense of pride shine inside her. She wanted to be above him.

But that soon stopped as soon as she reached a slap on her cheeks. Her face stinged red, feeling the blood stop. She blinked repeatedly, trying to clear her blurry sight.

"You know what? You're a piece of shit." Albert replied. She closed her eyes, not wanting to stare at his gaze.

"You're just some fucking slut-whoring around for money." Those words made Taylor go off. With all the strength she could muster, she spit on his face with disgust inside her. It's never great to treat a woman like that. Any woman.

Albert gasped from her actions. He slowly raised his hand to his face, touching the wet stain. He slowly looked at his fingers with shock in his eyes. That alone pushed him to fiery rage.

"You messed with me. I'll surely give you a taste of your own medicine."

She raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he meant, until she felt a strong arm wrapping around her stomach that drags her to the side, before a punch hardly hits her cheeks.

It was an immensely painful blow, she hears monotone ringing in her ears and her sight spins around.

She helplessy lied on the ground, defeated, seeing Albert with hints of irritation on his face. She wiped the blood stirring out of her nose. Red on her hands.

"You know-I gave you my money, my time, my body and my love. You're just a helpless little whore." He walks towards her. Shaking his head with as giggles slipped from his lips.

"You never loved me. Without the pleasure, I'm just nothing to you. You're the one cheating on your wife-you have children too. Aren't you ashamed?"

Albert rolls his eyes before turning his back on her. He makes a signal to his little foolish servants. They nodded in response, and Taylor shook in fear about what's unknowingly going to happen.

As she was about to stand, a foot hits her on her back that makes her fall back to the ground again. She moaned in pain, feeling all the air in her lungs gone away.

As she tries to catch her breath, her hands clenched in anger. Another kick was thrown on her sides, she felt weak. She lied on her back, lids closed with her teeth in a grit.

She could taste blood inside her mouth, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she sees men surrounding her above her sight.

All she could do was sigh in defeat, a little weakling. More drops of blood flowed from her nose as one blows her face hardly. Her face had written marks of blood. She can't think clearly, her body has been hurting more as more blows makes her cry in pain.

"I hope you've learned your lesson. It would do so much good for your future." Albert came into her view. She barely hears any of his words from her current condition.

She sees red on her clothes, she wanted to vomit so bad, but she didn't have any strength left. All she could do was helplessly lie in pain.

She looks to her side, seeing Harry still unconscious on the floor. His eyes still closed.

It was over for her, no one was here to help her. Maybe this is what it is, karma. She's spent most of her life being gifted by men with their charms, yet she only returns them lies. Maybe she really does deserve to die.

She could see Albert asking her men for something, yet she could only hear muffled noises.

Finally, she could see them give him a pistol with loaded bullets in it. It was time.

She sees him points the gun towards her. She closes her eyes, knowing it's time.

Seconds later, she heard a shot being fired.

There, she continued laying down with her eyes shut. She could feel the pain in her body overwhelm her. She doesn't even feel anything now.

As more seconds passed, she slowly moved her fingers to her stomach. She was surprised there was no blood oozing out. As she opened her eyes, her heart shattered.

"Harry?"

He sat beside her, leaning on the wall with ragged breaths. He compressed the wound on his stomach as he tries to stop the bleeding.

His head archs back as he feels the pain take in his body. She looks around her as she notices the men were gone already.

She barely can move. As she tries to stand, the bruises on her prevent her to.

Instead, she crawled on her arms with all the strength she could muster. Tears ran through her face seeing him like this. It was her fault. All her fault. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be like this.

"Harry." She cried out, touching his arm. He looked at her, trying his best to look happy in front of her, he tried his best to smile in front of her no matter how hard the pain felt.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It will be alright-It will be alright." He mumbled under his breath. Taylor watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Her heart shattered as she sees his eyes becoming heavy.

"No. No." She cups his cheeks. She pats them continously as she tries to make him stay awake. "I'll bring you to the hospital."

"Don't." Harry uttered. He was weak-and she was weaker. She can't carry him with her body bruised up. "I'll be all right."

"You'll be all right." She replied as she leans her own forehead unto his. They looked like a mess, but they don't care at all. As long as they're in each other's arms, they'll be all right.

"I love you." Harry whispered in a hush tone before kissing her on the lips. He had to pull away shortly, as he moans again in pain from the wound.

"I love you too."

"l would have liked to say my vows to you." Harry whispered to her. Those were the last words he said before his eyes shut tight.

She felt grief overtake her heart. It was all her fault. It was all her fault. I'm never gonna love again.

HELLO IM BACK! I hope that wasn't too miserable. Anyways, don't kill me😭✋

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