Love The Way You...(Shaylor Fanfic)

Chapter 8. Secret's Out

Shawn's P.O.V
"Is this your project?" I asked Taylor trying my hardest not to laugh. "Yes." He sighed. "Okay, why are you showing me this?" I asked looking at him. He looked stressed and my inside chuckle died instantly. "This is half my grade Shawn, my dad will make sure I'm in stitches if I fail." He said.

I smiled at him and pulled him in for a hug. "I'll help you." I whispered into his ear. "Thank you so much babe!" He shouted with joy hugging me back. He lifted me off the ground and spun my around making me laugh. He put me down and looked into my eyes.

"I love you so much." He said before he kissed me. I've kissed Taylor many times like how he is now and in every single way possible but I still feel as if it's the first time. His lips were warm against mine and made me feel happy. This kiss was turning me on. It must've been turning Taylor on to because the kiss became harder.

Taylor moved us to the bed and now he was on top of me sucking my face off. I pulled him closer to me wanting more. Then he stopped for some reason. I was confused and sad at the same time. He got off me and stared at his bedroom door for a bit. "Shit." He said under his breath. "What's wrong Tay?" I asked sitting upright.

"Someone's home." He said in an annoyed tone. He walked to his window and sighed deeply. "It's my dad." He said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Do I have to leave?" I asked with sadness in my tone. "No." He replied bitterly. "You shouldn't have to leave because he's here." He added, still with the bitterness in his tone.

I sat on the bed looking at Taylor's tall and lean figure. I studied him, he looked more nervous and angry than usual. "Tay," I began. He looked at me and his eyes became softer. "Yes baby." He answered. "Are you scared...of what your dad might say?" I asked.

He sighed and sat on the floor. He patted the space next to him and I got of the bed to sit there. He laid back and so did I. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. "I'm not scared of what he'll say." Taylor replied with a soft voice. "You see Shawn. My relationship with my parents isn't so amazing." He said glancing at me for a second.

"My family isn't as perfect nor is my life, I'm a screw up. When I came out as gay my parents lost it. I received physical abuse from my dad for a month and when that I was done I got emotional abuse from the both of them for another month. After that was done I got compared to everything and everyone male and straight. After that my parents just stopped caring, I've been neglected ever since then." He said with a shaky voice.

"That's why I'm the way I am, I want to protect myself from people like them. Im afraid of neglect Shawn, it's the only real thing that scares me." He continued. He looked at me and kept his eyes on me. He sighed and looked at the ceiling again.

"You don't understand, do you." He said softly, the sadness and despair was clear in his voice. "I do." I said. He looked at me with his eyebrow cocked. "Taylor, my family isn't perfect at all. My dad left my mom and took my sister Aaliyah with him. He has some other family and doesn't care about us anymore, it's like he never knew us. After he left my mom was on multiple dating sites and met this guy Zac. He's now my stepdad, I've lived with him for six years now and I still don't like him." I said looking at the ceiling now.

"He's one of the reasons I cut myself. He abuses my mom and I but I wouldn't tell her he's hurting me because she's happy with him, even when he hurts her. I don't want to go back to what it was like when my father left. My mother was drinking and going out every night. She got fired from her really good job and I had to find a way to make money. I was eight at that time. I did all these stuff, like selling the little things I had; like my toys and old clothes. Sometimes I had to beg but I made it work." I said smiling, remembering the fun I had pulling my puppy dog eyes at people.

"I was diagnosed with depression when I stopped talking for a year. My mom was worried so she took me to a therapist, I only spoke to him because I had a crush on his son. Then I was later diagnosed with anxiety after I had an attack at school. My mom got me pills and I never took them. She found out and I promised to take them, but I didn't take them and still don't. They make everything worse." I said feeling pain.

"My brother Tristan was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a few years before and I took his pills because I thought I was bipolar. I wasn't and I still hated the way the pills made me feel. One of the reasons I don't take my pills is because Tristan killed himself to get away from taking his. He said they didn't help and only made everything worse. I remember he told me never to take pills if I got diagnosed with something serious. I didn't listen though, I still took the pills but I stopped because they were horrible." I explained.

"I also don't want to tell my mom nor Zac that I'm gay, I'm afraid of the outcome. The only thing that scares me most is my mom leaving me, it's the one thing I'd to anything to keep from happening." I said, finishing basically my life story.

I looked at Taylor who was staring at me with sympathy. He came close to me and held my hand in his. He intertwined our fingers making my cheeks hot. He smiled at me before he kissed my forehead. "I want you do to something." He said, looking very serious.

Oh God...
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Cliffhangers are amazing aren't they? So ya. Here's chap 8. As you probably know I can't log into my account so I'm continuing my story on this one since you guys like it so much. I will be updating another chap tomorrow and two more on the weekend before I put the story on hold because of exams. I'm in SA so ya. I hope you liked this chapter, lots of love. Bii.
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