|Afterglow|Taylor Swift|

|Chapter 20|Happy|

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Sam's POV

The night was blur, I think I blocked it out because of the stress.  I sit up in a strange place, almost panicking.  I relax seeing my bag next to me on the floor.

I stand up and look down seeing Taylor's shirt.  I don't remember putting that on. I'm trying to remind myself that this is better for us.  I'm safe and she doesn't have to pitty me.

My door opens and my aunt pops in. "Hey.  Just checking in.  You fell asleep last night." I froze realizing she must have put this on me.  That means she saw everything.  I look at her but she doesn't seem to have any clue.

I pull a hoodie on and follow her to the kitchen. I take notes of my surroundings.  It would be impossible to get lost in here, unlike Taylor's house.

She sat me down and handed me a plate with some egg scramble.  I thank her and turn my attention to the plate.  She sat down across from me and I look up for a second.

"So ... want to get your hair fixed?" She asked.  The sound of metal on the plate echoes. I look up at herand bring a hand to my hair.  I feel my face heat up and I look away.

"May I ask why your hair looks like a weed eater went to town?" She asked feeling some tension I suppose.  I bite my lip and fiddled with my hands.  I wasn't ready to tell her about liking Taylor.

"M-my boyfriend liked my long hair..... so when he left I um just cut it"  I say picking at my hands.  I don't feel hungry anymore. She hums in response and the rest if the meal is silent.

I don't know why I lied, was it really a lie. I wish the memories from the past 4 months could disappear. Now I have a chance to start over.  I can leave New York in the past.

"So I guess we'll see if we can fix this mess.  The color is pretty" she said I feel my face heat up and I smile slightly. "Yeah" I said and giggled.

She seemed to be eyeing me. It could be for so many reasons.  I feel all my scars burning. I look down and breath in.  Any pain that i ever went through seemed to be back but 10 times worse.  I felt hot and breaths felt heavy.

I hand lands on my shoulder and my head shoots up.  I look up at my aunt and she looked concerned. I swallow and froze worried she would ask something. I felt dizzy and full of life all at once.

"Ready?" She said simply.  I smile and nod hoping she wouldn't ask anything.  I'm the one who made the choice to leave New York but I still feel like crying.

So much has happened recently and I feel numb after all of it. We walk out of the house leaving it behind. I fiddled with my phone looking for a distraction.

I go onto Instagram and immediately regret it as Taylor pops up.  I bite my lip seeing a picture of her and that guy. I read the post but I wish I hadn't.

I've never been so in love

I dropped my phone and it made a quiet thud as it hit the floor of the car.  I let the words sink in and I feel myself sink. I knew she didn't care, so why am I so upset.

We pull up to a house, it doesn't really look like a hair place.  We walk up and knock on the door.  A lady appears and my aunt hugs her.

I stand uncomfortable, touching always made me uncomfortable. The lady's eyes scan behind her and spot me. Her eyes go wide as they land on my hair.

"Oh my! What happened" she said letting go of my aunt. She looked at me looking for an answer and I find myself looking at the ground.

She got behind me and started picking through my hair. "I know you said it was bad but ..." she said obviously shocked.  I feel my face heat up and I feel like I'm about to cry.

I was pushed inside and drug to the kitchen area.  I felt my head spin and I couldn't really focus on the world around me.

I feel like I fell asleep for only a moment before she said "done." She pointed me to the bathroom so I could look.  They were talking about how cute I looked.  I always feel gross, I've never liked myself.

I walk in reluctantly and looked in the mirror. I stood shocked for a moment.  It looked OK for once.  I smiled and was spooked by my aunt appearing in the door.

"So do you like it!" She asked excited.  I nervously laugh under my breath and smile.  I don't want to come off as rude but I don't show my excitement like others and I'm often criticized for it. "Yup" I say with a shaky voice.

"Just yup? Is there something wrong? I'm sure she can fix it if you don't like it" she said making me want to hide in a hole. I hate this conversation. "No I love it! Just tired" I say trying to act more excited. It's just hair and I'm not excited but I'm trying.

I feel like the rest of the night was blocked out. I felt like we were there forever.  My head was spinning and the world didn't exist for several hours.  I'm trying not to think about her but that's all that on my mind.

When I lay my head on my pillow the image of him and her keep me awake.  I hate life and it hates me.

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A/N

This chapter sucks, I spent a long time on it because I wasn't inspired at all.  It felt like I was trying to force feed a baby.  Anyway hope you like this shit. I hate writing filler and that's all this is.