Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

She finds out about your abusive past

[Sorry about not being consistent. Ugh makes me feel icky]

[Tw: SA, Abuse]

Taylor pov

Today y/n was on her last day of tour, before coming back home tonight. Of course I was eager for her arrival because I had just cleaned up the whole house over these couple of months. I threw away garbage we didn't need and organized stuff we did. As I was getting dressed, I noticed a small pink and blue suitcase behind y/n hanging dresses. "Oh I must of missed this", I said, and frowned because I remember thoroughly looking through this closet. I pushed the dresses out of the way and grabbed the suitcase. It wasn't mine, so I thought maybe it was y/n's from her childhood. I assumed that this was her foster care bag; the one she had with her when she went from home to home. The thought of seeing y/n's childhood belongings first hand was very heart warming.

I zipped open the blue and pink striped bag, just meaning to brisk through a few items. I saw a bunch of teddy bears, and chapter books. There were a few photos of her too, she looked so cute as a kid. As I stood up and put the bag and all that was inside, back, something fell out. It was a small journal. I was a bit disappointed because is was most definitely written in greek or Spanish, but surprisingly it was written in all English; which she stated on the first page that she was finally done learning and that this was her first English diary. it might not of been a good idea to read through someone's journal. But I also thought that since this is from forever ago, and she no longer uses it, I could just read over some pages. As I was reading I couldn't help but laugh at some of the childish things she wrote as a kid. But then by happy demeanor changed into a concerned one. Then there was this one page that made my heart race, and not in a good way at all. It read:

"He touched me. Dad. When I was showering he somehow unlocked the door and got in. Then he pulled open the shower door and made me do things. People may think I don't understand because I'm just a dumb little girl, but he knows I'm not. I know I'm not. The only thing I am is scared. I have no one to tell, absolutely no body. My mom would never believe her husband would do such a thing. I also cut my ribs again, but you already know this. Its just a stress reliever ya know?. Anyways, I should go. Before I'm late for school."

My eyes had broken tears falling from them. I had no words. It heart braking to see this and for this to happen to someone. But it was also scary knowing that she had never told someone about what happened. Then I got a call, "hey baby! I'm almost home!", she squealed. "Yay, I missed you so much", I giggled, trying to hide the tears. After a couple minutes we hung up and I was thinking of a way to this up to her.

Soon, the front door opened, and she immediately saw me in tears. "Oh baby, whats wrong??", she asked and dropped her bags to hug me. "This.", I said and handed her the diary. "You read through my diary???", she asked, in a defensive tone. "Yes, im sorry, but yes. I only was reading a few pages then a came across one", I sobbed. "What page?", she asked in a irritated tone this time. "The one where....the one where you talk about your dad", I said. Her face went blank and pale, and she dropped the notebook. "What about it?", she asked as if nothing happened. "Y/n. He touched you. He abused you. You have to say something", I told her. "And why do I?!", she angrily yelled. "Because, it's disgusting and illegal", I told her, more sternly. She just started to break down crying. "I can't taylor. No one will believe me. No one", she sobbed into my shoulder as I held her. "Yes they will. And if they don't so what? I'll do everything I can to make sure that vile man is locked up", I told her. She nodded and held onto me tighter, not letting go.