A Beautiful Lie - Continued (Original by wingernightz)

𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑖𝑟

*Taylors POV*

I can't stop thinking about how Penelope died in my arms.

It's like, a part of me died.

I just stared at her lifeless body, soul, eyes.

Her reddish blood all over my hands and dress.

Why do these things happen to me?

Did I ran out of luck?

Probably.

"Taylor, are you okay?" Tom said for 5th time.
"Yeah I am, can you stop asking?" I say kinda in a rude manner.
"Sorry. I'm just worried about you." Tom said putting his hand on my thigh for what? 100th time?

Gosh he's so touchy.

I groan as he put his hand on me.

I just wanna be alone.

I could have been the one that died.

I don't wanna live like this no more.

"Taylor, please tell-" Tom was paused by me.
"Can you just shut up?!" I say angrily shooting back at him, "I don't want no one talking to me right now!" I yelled pushing his hand away from my thigh.

Toms eyes widened, his mouth gasp, his brows turned angrily, his eyes shot back at me as he breath heavily.
Making eye contact, but not in a good way. He slowly grabbed his hand out and gripped my wrist.
I quietly moaned as he gripped harder.
"Your really gonna yell at me after everything I have done for you?!" He yelled at me.
My eyes widened as tears formed in my eyes, making me have blurry vision.
"You have done nothing for me but make my life worse!" I snapped back at him, as tears stream down my face.
He let go of my wrist and slapped me across the face.
As my head turned the other way, I cried louder.
I sprinted my head back to his eyes.
"I wish you killed me earlier!" I shot back.

I realized what I said and put my hand over my mouth and got up.
I looked at Tom has he was shocked too.
I sobbed and ran to the bathroom and locked myself in there.

I looked at myself in the mirror and cried and cried.

"Fuck!" I said, slamming my hands that are fist on the sink counter.

I let my body collapse on the floor and banged my head on the wall.
I put my hands over my face and cried even more.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

*Toms POV*

I have never seen her like this.

Not before I raped her.

I have put her through so much.

I looked at Bill, he looked at me, drinking a beer.
"Don't look at me, you did this to yourself, Tom." Bill said to me and continued to have a conversation with Gustav.

I looked at the bathroom door, hearing mumbled crying in there.
Taylor's crying.

She even changed herself.
She cut herself some bangs.
Puts on a full face of makeup.
Straightens her hair every day.
Destroying her hair.
Wears dresses that are too tight on her.
And wears lots of heels now.

She's fading away.

I want her to recover.

I don't recognize my Taylor.

I want her back.

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