Different

Chapter 10

*2 days later*

Heaven's P.O.V

I'm getting out of the hospital today. They had to make sure my blood flowing properly and I was stable or something like that. I don't know. They mostly talked to Taylor about it. All I know is that I'm ready to leave this place to go home to my room and never leave. Taylor and Harry got our stuff from her parents house so when I'm all set, we're leaving to go home.

"The doctors said you're all set. we can go home now," Taylor said walking into the room shaking me from my thoughts. I nodded my head. I haven't really talked much for the past couple days. The most I've said was 'I want to leave.' I said that yesterday when the doctor was educating me on what I need to do when I go home. "Here's your clothes," Taylor said handing me a bag that had a sweatshirt and joggers and a SnapBack in it

"Thank you," I said. I was about to start changing then I realized Taylor was still in the room. I looked up at her.

"What?" She asked. I looked at my clothes then back at her. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I'll be outside," she said then walked out.

I took off my gown. I hated those things. They exposed my butt. Just saying. Anyway, I took off the gown and actually looked at myself. I had bruises on my arm from the rape, there was a bandage on my head from the rape, my body aches from the rape, I'm bruised from the rape. Everything is bruised because of the rape.

Out of no where I began to break down crying. So much is wrong since that douchebag raped me. I was standing there for a good minute before someone wrapped their arms around. As if it was an instinct, I screamed. "Shhhhh, babe it's me! It's me." Taylor. I just kept crying uncontrollably as we both fell to the floor. Me bawling my eyes out into her shirt, and her with her long arms wrapped around me and running circles on my back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kept on repeating.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry for anything. None of this is your fault. Nothing! Don't ever apologize ever again," she said sternly, yet softly. After another minute, I gathered myself and tried to stop crying.

"I'm okay," I whispered still trying to stop tears from falling from my eyes.

"No you're not. but I will let you get dressed. I'm right outside," she said then left. I threw on my sweatshirt and joggers along with a SnapBack. I walked out the room to Taylor. "Your ready?" She asked and I nodded my head. She took my hand and we rode the elevator down where Austin was. He stood as soon as he saw us.

"Hey, Heav," he said. I gave a greeting smile. He pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry for everything! Whenever you need me, just call alright?" He said pulling away from the hug, and I nodded my head. He and Taylor and him hugged then Taylor and I started to walk out.

But of course, since my 'mother' is Taylor Swift, paparazzi follow us everywhere we go. Too. Many. People. I froze in place. "Babe, listen to me. You're are going to hold onto my hand as tightly as possible. You're going to stay as close to me as possible. There will be no space between us. Keep your head low, and you'll be fine. Are you ready?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I-I-I can't. There's too many. I-I can't Taylor, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, what did I say? No apologizing. You're gonna be fine. Do you trust me?" She asked.

I wish I could answer that, but I honestly can't, but I don't want Taylor to know that. I nodded my head. "Okay then. Take my hand." I took her hand and we began to walk out of the hospital.

Flashes came from every which way. There were multiple people with multiple cameras. All. Men. I couldn't do it anymore. There were too many of them. I froze in place. I let go of Taylor's hand and stood frozen with a crowd of paparazzi surrounding me. "Please get away," I said in a slight yell. Slight because I was scared. "Get away from me!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs causing the flashes to stop and the people behind them to turn silent.