You've Got It Made - Tay Jardine Fanfiction

Yo, so this chapter, even though it is the first, is only quite short. Because I just wanted to introduce it. Hopefully the chapters will get longer and more ~readworthy~ the further I go into them. I know these aren't identical lives to the actual celebrities, but one does not care as it's my interpretation okay. I'm writing this fanfiction for my friend Sophie bc Tay and Vic is her otp, if you like it, lemme know. If you don't, lemme know as well bc idc.

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"Get out of here!" She yelled, her words slurred as an effect of the alcohol. "You're not wanted here anymore!" If the slurring of her words didn't give away the fact that she'd been drinking, then the odour that lingered after every word must have. I stared at her in disbelief as my mind tried to make sense of what was actually happening. Her hands reached out to the suitcase next to her as she stumbled towards the door, pulling it behind her. With a weak throw of her arm, the suitcase had clattered to the gravel outside, throwing my belongings out with it. "I said get out of here!" She screamed, grabbing my braid and pulling me towards the door. I yelped in pain, but it didn't stop her.

Within the next moment she was gone. The door had been slammed shut, and I was sat on the gravel like the rest of my belongings. Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you say anything to her? You're pathetic. A pathetic excuse for a daughter. No wonder she threw you out. I crawled across the floor and grabbed all my things, stuffing them messily into the open suitcase. She was probably embarrassed to call you her daughter. I tried everything I could to assure myself that these voices weren't telling the truth, but the tears that fell incessantly from my eyes told me that I was finding it hard to believe. To be truthful, I'd be ashamed and embarrassed too.

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"Pick up, please." My voice was weak as I mumbled to myself. I stayed optimistic for a while as I listened to the ringing before giving in and ending the call. I continued to walk slowly down the street, unsure of what to do or where to go. It was getting darker and the busy streets were getting emptier as time went by. Being alone had given me a lot of time to think, and as much as I tried, my brain still couldn't process why she did it.

She hadn't been herself for a long time; the day my dad left, to be exact. It's like she was dependent on him, and when he left us, she left too, so to speak. After that, she became a hollow mess that drank away her sorrows in poison. Her usual calm and happy demeanour had changed at a rapid pace, and as much as she tried to hide it, I could see the hurt that burrowed inside of her. That's how she looked to everybody; hurt. But over time, when she saw me, a new emotion was mixed into it. Anger. And I feared every day that it would escape. A slight movement, or a slight word out of line and I'd be gone. She blamed me, I know she did. She wanted to blame someone other than herself. If she hadn't been such a bad wife, maybe my dad would've stayed and maybe we could've been a good family. From what I could tell, my dad was happy. He had a new wife, a good job; he was successful.

I heard ‘Mayday Parade – Miserable At Best’ playing quite loudly, and I looked down as I realised it was my phone. It was my dad. I answered quickly.

"Taylor? Hey, sorry, I was in a meeting. How're you doing?" My dad's cheerful voice could be heard down the other end of the line. I couldn't help but smile. I didn't hate my dad like my mum did; I respected him for having the strength to do what was right for himself. But I just wished I got to see him more often than I did.

"Dad... mom kicked me out-" I stopped quickly as the tears fell from my eyes again. My voice was quiet and weak, and I'm sure my dad could tell that something was wrong.

"What?! Taylor, what happened?!" He asked frantically, voice worried.

"I don't... I don't know. I, uh, I got home and then she just threw me out. She had my bags already packed and she just went mental..." I trailed off as I realised I was babbling.

"I'm coming to get you."

"Dad you-"

"Don't be stupid. I'm coming to get you. For now, wait somewhere safe. I'll be there in a few hours." He hung up and I dropped my phone into my jacket pocket.

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I spent my time sat with my friend Jenna. She was the closest to me out of all of my friends. She sat with me, and she comforted me. She tried to make me laugh, and to be honest, she made the few hours bearable. I knew I was definitely going to miss her. I'd known her for quite a while, and I hung out with her quite often. We were really similar and at one point, before everything went downhill, we were inseparable. I didn't really have any other friends.

Now I was off to live with my dad, and I didn't know how long. If my mom didn't get her act together, it'd probably be forever. That's what I liked about my dad; no matter how little I got to see him, he still cared a lot for me. He'd given me an offer a while back to go and live with him, but I refused as I didn't want to be alone. Oh how I wished I never said that. He pulled up outside of Jenna's house in his black car, and I smiled weakly at the sight of him. I said my goodbyes to Jenna and she wished me 'the best of luck' before I ran out into the rain to see my dad. I gave him a tight hug and he pulled me into his car.