TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 12

Jeremy’s POV:

            I looked at the clock; past midnight. God damnit. It was 1:45 and I was still balling my eyes out. I fucked up, big time. I knew Miranda wasn’t good for me; it was just for sex, and that was all it was. I didn’t love her, hell, I didn’t even like her. But you don’t know what it’s like to be a guy, filled with hormones, and getting release you want. But then suddenly, making commitment, and getting absolutely nothing. Dottie was fixed on saving herself despite the fact I loved her more than anything. I had to find some outlet for sex or I would end up forcing her. No man ever wants to force the woman he loves into anything, so naturally it was all for her. Who was I kidding, trying to convince you it was the right thing won’t help me convince myself anyways. It wasn’t for her, it was for me. I was selfish and a testosterone mess; and I had a huge moment of weakness. None of my friends will want to see me again, and the love of my life now despises me. The worst thing anyone has ever witnessed, is watching their world fall apart.

Sebastian’s POV:

I woke up early, immense confusion replaced with a state of complete content as I caught sight of my Dott; her eyes closed softly, hair cascading down her back, messy but flawless. Her lips were bigger than usual, and then I remembered, they were probably swollen from our… interaction last night. I smiled to myself and wiggled over, touching her nose with mine. I nudged it up a bit, “Dottie… Baby…” I whispered. She moved a bit, obviously still in a state of sleep, so I decided I would get her up the way I should have every time she slept over as an early teen. I leaned in, and kissed her softly. “Dotteline… wake up…” I kissed her again, putting more pressure on her lips this time. She let out a quiet morning moan, eyes closed, she said, “Sebastian?” in a sexy, raspy tone. I leaned back in and said, “Who else?” kissing her, then peppering kisses along her jaw. “Morning…” she softly smiled, eyes still closed. “You mean afternoon… We slept in…”

I continued to kiss her jaw, down to her neck. “Well that’s because we were really tired…” I chuckled and said, “I wonder why…” She giggled softly, still sleepy. I kissed her again, and as our lips parted I said, “Look at me babe, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours…” she smiled and her eyes started to flutter a bit till they opened. The blinds were cracked, so the sun had been on her face; her eyes in the sun were almost silver. She looked at me and smiled, scooting her body into mine, head in my chest. I sighed, happy to finally be with my baby. “I was thinking today should be a lazy day,” I began, wrapping an arm over her, rubbing her back, “Some junk food, movies we’ve seen over 100 times, and foot rubs for you. Plenty of foot rubs.” She giggled and said, “That would be wonderful…” she smiled as she dragged her face up, titling it to kiss me. I slid my face next to hers, our cheeks resting on one another’s. “I love you…” I said as I squeezed her gently. She rubbed her face against mine softly and said, “I love you too…”

Taylor’s POV:

Broken plates, shattered mirrors, this place was a mess. I had spent almost the entire night wrecking my house out of anger, and had just cleaned the most part of it. Nobody knows what things do to me; I didn’t want to be spending this time fighting with people I used to love. My best friends were now the worst things that had ever happened to me. Zach was all I had left, and all this on top of- “Taylor?” a knock at the door. I knew that god damn voice. “Taylor, I know your home. Please let me in. I need to talk to you about something.” I tightened my fists and yelled, “Go away Michael! What makes you think I even want to look at you.” I heard a chuckle, and turned to talk through the door, “What the hell are you laughing about you relentless fuck?!” I opened the door, and saw his face, when he saw me he said, “Maybe to see the marks you left.” Damn, I got him good; busted lip and purple and black bruised jaw with one blow. He invited himself in, hands casually in his pockets, looking around as he spoke,