My Brothers Best Friend (A Taylor Caniff fanfic)

Chapter 14

*Erica's POV*

I didn't know what to do I saw Taylor standing at the entrance to get backstage. He looked heartbroken but mad at the same time. I tried explaining but he just cut me off and walked out the door. Tears started coming out of my eyes before I could do anything else.

"Brent I'm sorry but I don't like you that way. I really like Taylor but I think I just ruined everything. But thank you for being there for me." I said.

I put my head in my hands and just cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. The guys all went back on stage. But then after a while all came back. They told the crowd that Magcon for the day was over and that all of them would've got tickets to come back tomorrow to finish the show. We all went back up to our rooms and all the guys stayed in my room. I thought they were going to comfort me, but that wasn't it. They told me something that shocked me and hurt me at the same time.

"Erica. We have something to tell you." Nash said, playing with his hands and looking down.

"Before Taylor started Magcon, he had a drinking issue. For some reason when he was younger there was a lot of stress on him. He never told is why he was stressed out but he would always drink it off. it kind of became an addiction to him and he just couldn't stop. Sometimes it got out of hand but then we were there for him. we were practically the only ones that knew about it." Carter said.

I was in complete and absolute shock. Why didn't Taylor tell me about this? Aaron interrupted my thoughts before I could think anymore.

"We don't know where Taylor went but all we know is that he stormed out of the building. He could be at a bar right now and we need to find out before he does anything stupid."

As soon as I heard those words, I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door, with all of the guys following me. We all hopped into the rental van and started driving around town looking for any club or bar. Before long we saw a club called Downtown. Instantly we saw Taylor's car outside and parked in the lot. We all got out and went to the club. Security guards were at the entrance and asked to see our IDs. In my phone case I keep a fake ID for any time like this. I quickly grabbed it and the buff looking guy looked it over. The rest of the group showed the guy their IDs, and we headed in. The music was loud, there was sweaty people all over and everything reaked of alcohol. We decided to split up, each going different ways. I decided I was going to go towards the dance floor. Before I can make it far, a drunk guy grabs onto my waist.

"Hey sweetheart, let's dance." He slurred.

"Get off me before I punch you in the face!" I yelled at him, pushing him off me.

"Ohhhhh, feisty. I like em that way!" He said, grabbing onto my waist again.
This time, he used his other hand to grab my ass. I jumped a little, slapping his hand off me. He grabbed my hand, but before long, someone grabbed his hand. Jack G. Thank god.

"Lay another finger on her and I will break every bone in your body." He growled, pushing the drunken guy away from me.

"You okay babe?" He asked me, anger and frustration in his eyes.
He only calls me babe because I'm like a sister to him, nothing more.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks!"

"Anytime!"

We searched the rest of the club together. We had been looking for about an hour, until we got a text from Cameron.

Cammmyyyyy:
We got him. Come out to the car, he's already out here.

Me:
Okay. Thanks Cam. We'll be out in a minute.

We walked towards the front of the club and walked straight out the doors. It was a relief, getting out of there. We saw Taylor, swaying from side to side, leaning on the van.

As soon as I saw him, I went running towards him, tears streaming my face, for the second time today.

"Taylor, I'm so sorry! I never knew that you h---"

"Don't ttt-talk to me, I don't even want to look at y-oou!" He slurred.

He looked at Jack G, who was now behind me, rubbing my back.

"See! You--ve already stt-tarted shit with Jack. Your a whore. Just keep jumping f-rrom one boy to the next, don't you?"

I knew he was drunk. But that hurt.
Without even thinking about it, I slapped him.

"Don't ever call me a whore again." I spat. I grabbed Jack's hand, and got in the van. I laid my head on his shoulder and just cried it all out while everyone else got in the van. Taylor sat the farthest away from me, but I didn't care. I just buried my head into Jack's chest. I didn't care what anyone thought, but right now, Jack is the only one that's there for me.