TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 8

Michael’s POV:                                                          

“Dottie. Come on out. Please.” I knocked on the door. “No.” I heard clothes moving, and then it was quiet. She then opened the door to me leaning on the door frame with one arm. She avoided eye contact and said, “I called Taylor to come and get me. I will be waiting outside. Don’t follow me.” I looked down and said, “I’m not going down easy. Sebastian and Jeremy will have to compete with me. I don’t give up easily.”

Dottie’s POV:

I shuttered knowing he wasn’t lying. When Michael wanted something he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Although he only wanted to sleep with me, he wanted it BAD. His uncomfortably tight pants showed it. I walked out his front door, and sat on the curb waiting for Taylor. I heard the sound of brakes a few minutes later, and looked up from my twiddling thumbs. He got out of the car quickly and ran over again. “Dottie,” he began. He helped me up and said, “This is the second time this week I’ve caught you lying in the pavement. I can only hope it’s not for the same reason…” he looked deep into my eyes for the answer. “Not at all.” I said, using the fakest voice I ever have. He bought it and said, “Alright babe, let’s get back to my place.” We did as he said we should, and were at his house in a matter of minutes. I walked in and took my rightful place on his sofa where I always had.

Taylor’s POV:

“Listen, Dottie,” I said running my hand through my hair, “We should talk.” She looked up, concerned, and said, “What is it?” I stood for a moment wondering if I should do this. I sighed, knowing I had to, and sat down next to her. I took her hand and said, “I know we are such good friends but… I…” she looked up at me with big eyes and said, “Taylor no…” I clamped my eyes shut, breathed, and said, “Yes Dottie, If always felt more, and I never ever wanted to tell you because I knew you could never feel this way-” “Taylor stop.” She whispered, pleading I don’t complicate things even more. “Dottie I have to. You have to hear this… I just want to…” I scooted closer to her, “…I have to…” I leaned in, “…I need to…” I whispered as I put a hand on her neck, and leaning all the way in to kiss her jaw, then I grazed my lips across her jaw and kissed her. I instantly dropped my head into the crook of her neck and said, “I love you so much…” She sighed and I pulled out to see what her reaction was. She was teary eyed and said, “Taylor… I…” she spoke softly till we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Sebastian’s POV:

I came down the stairs halfway to see Taylor and Dottie on the couch, holding hands. “Sebastian I said be gone before I came back.” He spat out, obviously still mad at me. “Sorry, I couldn’t find my things.” He just snarled at me again, and got up. He walked up the stairs past me, and said, “Don’t fucking touch her.” He growled in my ear. I shuttered, and walked down the stairs. She stood up, and said, “I’m actually glad you’re here…”    I smiled and ran over to her, “Really?” I asked, eyes beaming. She nodded, face not even changing. I sighed and hugged her saying, “I knew it, I knew you would pick me.” I pulled out and using my hand on her wrist, I pulled her in for a kiss, but she pulled back. Confused, my eye brows furrowed, and I put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in. I kissed her, and she pulled back out. “Sebastian…” she said against my lips. “I thought this was what you wanted…” I whispered. She was closed to kissing me, so she obviously did. “No… I wanted to tell you that I’m going back to my house tomorrow. I still love Jeremy.” I stood there in shock as she pulled out, saying “Goodbye Sebastian…” but I twirled around, and grabbed her wrist with my index and middle finger, and said, “You can’t love Jeremy,” voice desperate and weak, “I won’t let you…”