Taylor Swift Imagines

You had an abortion

(A/N: I feel like I should warn you about this chapter, so please don't read it if it triggers you. Thank you! <3

If any of you guys are in an abusive relationship, i know it's freaking hard but please don't be afraid to reach out and ask for help.)

Years ago, you were in a toxic relationship with a man who treated you bad. There were a lot of fights, he didn't really understand you, he didn't support you or your goals. You found it pointless to stay with him, so you tried to leave him.

It wasn't as easy as you thought. He yelled at you, tried to stop you and when words seemed to be useless, he used violence against you.

You were scared of him, you were really scared but you didn't know back then what to do, or where to go. He manipulated you. You would have done anything for him just to keep the peace.

But as time went by, he started hurting you for fun. You didn't do anything wrong, yet you still found yourself crying on the bathroom floor with bruises all over your body.

That wasn't the worst part. He had needs. You couldn't even think about touching him after everything he had done to you. He didn't seem to care.

Something died in you that day. You weren't yourself anymore. You were just a body, existing but not living.

When you found out you were pregnant with his baby, all you felt was shame and anger. You didn't hate the life who was growing inside you, you hated the man who did this to you.

You've always dreamed of being a mom. A good one. Just like yours was to you. You dreamed of carrying and having the baby of your lover. You wanted a family with your one and only. Not with an abusive jerk.

You were afraid, you didn't tell him. You've had enough. One day when he was at work, you packed your things and left with a suitcase. You weren't sure where you were going, but you needed to get out of that house.

It was the first time in four months that you've left his place. It was clear that you've been used and it was also clear that you've been in an abusive relationship. Anyone could tell. That's why you were so scared to even go out of the house. But you had to get away.

You rented a place, a small apartment. It really wasn't big but it was more than enough for you.
That's where you met your girlfriend, Taylor.

She saw you one day carrying groceries. She saw that you were struggling with the bags so she didn't think twice to help you. Of course she noticed the bruises and scares all over your face and arms but she didn't ask anything. She waited until you were ready to tell her.

It didn't take long. You felt safe with her. You knew she was different. You trusted her.

'I don't think I could ever love that kid. I know it's not their fault that their dad did what he did, but every time I would look at them, I would remember all the things I've been through and that's the last thing I want, Taylor. Does it make me a bad person?' you cried while you hold on to her.

'No, of course not, honey. I understand it. Everyone would understand.' she kissed your forehead.

She was by your side every step of the way. She supported you and your decision. She went with you to the little intervention. She also drove you to every appointment that you had with you therapist. She did everything for you. Of course she did, she loved you to the Moon and back.

Yes, you did disappointed her a few times but never on purpose. When you guys had a fight, you were scared she will hit you, just like your ex did. It hurt her on a different level but she never ever blamed you. So, instead of yelling, she just pulled you in a warm, comforting hug and made sure that you were okay.

And with time, you were. The therapy helped a lot. It made you love yourself again. You started to believe in good people again, you started to believe that love can be good, a lover can be kind. You were stronger than ever. You finally were ready to start a brand new life with Taylor by your side.

That didn't last long. Taylor being a superstar was a bit overwhelming. You loved Taylor's fans, you really did with your whole heart but sometimes they overstepped the line. Especially, when it came to your personal life and trauma.

Somehow they found out about your abortion. All they could see from the whole story was that you had a baby and from one day to another, you get rid of it.

Some of them tried to protect you. "You don't know the whole story, stop throwing the shade" they said.

But some of them were pretty hard on you. 

"You guys should've used a condom, if you didn't want a child, you stupid bitch."

"Your mother should've had an abortion as well"

"You're burning in hell."

"God's gonna punish you for that"

"How could you kill a baby?! Do you even have a heart?!"

"Please die."

You were pretty upset. You weren't the bad guy in the story, yet most of the people (mostly men) would think differently. You couldn't hold it in any longer. You started crying. Tears were streaming down your face.

Taylor got home earlier that day. She found you curled up in a ball on your shared bed and the sight broke her heart into a million pieces. She knew what was wrong. She even tried to calm her so called fans down with a tweet.

"Since we all came from a woman, got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women, why we rape our women.
Do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women, time to heal our women, be real to our women and if we don't, we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, that make the babies. And since a man can't make one, he has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one.
So will the real men get up?
Seriously, stop. Don't talk shit until you don't know the full story."

She held you close to her, no words were needed. You just wanted her to kiss you and tell you that everything's gonna be fine. She did. She calmed you down. She promised you that she loves you and she will be by your side, no matter what.

She kept her promises. Three years later you felt as  free as you had never felt before. You were truly happy, everything bad behind you. You had a new life with the love of your life. With your one and only.

...and you were carrying her child under your heart.

(A/N: I'm taking requests, loves, so feel free to message me or leave a comment here ‹3)