Getting You Back

Chapter Twenty-Four: Confrontation

She stares at me in what seems like a glare. She keeps over narrowing her eyes and her mouth twitches as if she is trying to keep herself from laughing. She stands in front of me, trying to be as intimidating as possible but I can see her hands shake by her side. She is all bark and no bite. Even though she stands taller than me in flats she doesn't scare me. Everything about her should scare me, the height advantage she has over me, even her social status in this world. Yet I stand in front of her with my hands calmly at my side and my cold gaze pointed directly at her. If there is one thing that I have inherited from my mother it is ability to stare coldly at a person. Her eyes move all around the room, refusing to look at the stare I am burning into her right now. People say my eyes freeze and become frozen solid. They narrow in a way that makes me look cruel and my lips form a hard line. The scariness I possess defeats the height she has over me, it evens us out. As I stare at her now, I see my own reflection in her eyes. I don't even look like me and for this one purpose that is okay. Her eyes widen in fear and I can see her throat move as she takes in a nervous gulp.
"What happened Swift?" I say with a simple shrug. My voice comes out mockingly and sharp causing her to take a step back from me. "I thought you wanted to talk?" She shivers at the sound of my emotionless voice. Before she pulled me in this closet I made the promise to myself to not be weak, to be stronger than the girl who cried herself to sleep every night. To be stronger than the girl who lost herself in this storm. Now, out of all times, I will not be weak just because one out of the two people who ruined everything is standing right in front of me. It wasn't Just Harry who started our problems but it was her too. She could of stopped it, she could of followed her own lesson and said, "No." She gained her success in this world by writing of her heartbreak. How could she turn around and be the person she wrote about? I will not let her ruin what I have built within myself, not this time.
I tap my foot against the floor causing the echo of my heel to fill the room. With every clicking noise that occurs Taylor flinches as if I am physically hurting her and not merely tapping my foot.
"You thought you were bad, huh?" I break the silence that lingers around us. "You thought that you could chew me out, right? Try to threaten me? But for what though? I should of been the one to pull you in here. You took my man from me. I should be yelling at you!" My scream bounces off the wall with my anger. She jumps back a bit with my yell. I can see the panic in her eyes for a brief second then all together it disappears. Her lanky body takes a step toward me then she grabs me by my arm.
"You took him away from me." I feel all the blood drain from my face as I yank my arm away from her. How dare she? I took him away from her? We had everything together and she ruined it. Everything that we had, our love, our relationship, our time together, she broke it. She took that way from me. She took away the trust I once had in him. There has never been a day where I doubted him or questioned what we had because I trusted him but when she went along with it they both broke that trust. She folds her arms across her chest and tries to stare me down. There's one thing I want to do right now and that is hit her in the face. The need for one swing is what has my hands shaking at my side. I want to hit her and take out all the frustration that has built inside me. I want her to hurt her physically the way she hurt me emotionally and mentally. But then that would make me just as bad as her, it would make us two equals. I don't want to be connected her any more than I already am. Because of them my name will forever be connected to her's because Harry was my boyfriend. I clench my hands into fist then rest them by my side. My nails begin to dig into the side of my thigh for restraint. The most precious memories I have of Harry and I have been tainted. Now the memories I once loved more than my own life cause me to second guess everything. The times his phone rang when we cuddled it could of been her. The times he was gone too long from the dinner table and talking away, was it her? Or the times he came home from the studio late in the night, passed the usual time, was he with her? Everything that I have known could of been a lie. Angry tears build in my eyes, hazing my vision. I will never forgive her for that.  I blink them away before she can see them.