Taylor Lautner The Only One (COMPLETED)

Chapter 6- open up

Kylie POV:

All I could hear was crying.

I was numb, and looking around everything was almost mute, except from the ongoing endless crying. Around me there were various people sitting in pews, children in the arms of crying mothers. Not one smile.

The man at the front I presumed was a vicar stood there talking, but nobody listened.

That's when I noticed her... Well me, a younger me, sitting at the front pew. My arm was in a sling, and a cast was visible under my left trouser leg. Resting on the seat beside me was a pair of crutches. People would glance my way every second, giving each other worried glances, and frowning pitifully in my direction. But i was on my own. some people would occasionally put a reassuring arm round my shoulders. But I was alone, alone in a world full of millions of people. Impossible? No not really.

Thats when I realised where I was. This was a flash back, a memory, stored in the back of my brain for a reason.

It was the last time I saw her before she was lowered down into the ground, out of my reach forever.

I was watching my mothers funeral.

That's when I started sobbing, quietly at first then gradually getting louder till I was screaming in pain, just watching my younger self being tore apart was like daggers cutting through me. It was so painful, I can't describe the feeling but all I could feel was pain as I watched the scene in front of me. I was screaming to my younger self to hold on. For somehow I knew hope would come. Somehow. It always comes and finds you eventually. Just had got stuck in a tree or something trying to find me.

"Kylie! Wake up it's just a nightmare!"

I felt someone shaking me dragging me further out of the dream.

Suddenly I was back in a bedroom panting in relief. Sweat pouring down my face, like water droplets down a window in the rain.

"It was just a dream Kylie don't worry."

Wait, whos is this room?

I turned to where the voice was coming back and screamed as a dark figure was perched on the bed peering down at me. Fear pooling in his brown chestnut eyes, as he stared down at me. As Taylor stared down at me.

I screamed, it being raspy from all the screaming my throat was having to endure.

Then last nights events came flooding back to me. Blurry, colourless images, something about pain, lots of pain and I remember the smell of alcohol and the taste of it in my mouth that still lingered. And then a smash.

Taylor watched me waiting for me to remember.

"I found you on the floor downstairs, you were bleeding and very... Err... Drunk... And crying... A lot."

He looked down. Only to look back up at me, and I think he noticed my expression almost saying 'and continue please' because he carried on.

"err... Well I took you upstairs-"

"how?" I interrupted snapping harsher than I had men't to of said it.

" Er... Well I carried you to your room, by then you were unconscious so I put you down on my bed and cleaned and put bandages on your cuts. Then set myself a bed up on the sofa-"

"What made you think you could just come into my house in the first place? Huh?-"

" actually first I came into your shop but-"

" I don't bloody care!" I was fuming. Who does he think he is just coming into my house and acting like he knows me. "You don't even know me and suddenly your taking care of me, and being a soft caring kind person when yesterday you were being such a jerk!" I spat. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I took out my anger on him. Wait?.. I took my anger out on him what was I doing? Thats when I noticed his wide eyes and pained expression. All he had done was try to help me.

I had been silent for at least 3 minutes now. The silence getting awkward as he avoided my eye contact not wanting me to see how what I had just said had affected him.

"well I suppose I'd be going then." Taylor said shoving on his leather jacket.

I think I went a bit goggle eyed at seeing him again, and in that leather jacket... Wow.... But i somehow managed to pull myself out of the trance this boy seemed to have a habit of putting me in.

"wait, look I'm sorry. It just... People just don't normally make an effort for me okay? They dont normally care for me like that. No one has since..." I paused wondering whether or not I should tell him. Then looking into my eyes I said what I'd never told anyone in my life before. "since my mum. She died in a car crash when I was younger leaving me homeless as my father had left us when he found out my mum was pregnant. Me and my mum always stuck together. We called each other the inseparables from the film incredibles but twisting it to the inseparables. She told me that no matter what happened she would always be here, and that she would never leave me. Then that night she did leave me. Ever since that moment I've hated life. I wouldn't let anyone close, still don't really because the things you love most always leave and when they do it hurts the most. I had counciling and was moved from foster home to foster home, they tried everything to try and open me up, but it never worked, nothing did, nothing has."

After finishing my speech I looked to see Taylor his eyes glittering with tears brimming and silent tears covering my own face as well.

"I've never told anyone before, it's not exactly a normal routine for me, aha" I said trying to lighten the mood. Then looked down embarrassed slightly at what must be going through his mind right now. And how he proberly will now only ever look at me with pity. A final tear went and hit the top of my knee, Which was pulled up in front of me.

Then I felt strong muscular arms around me. And at that moment I felt like no one else existed, that it was just me and Taylor. For once in my life I felt safe and my heart seemed to burn, in a good way, something I hadn't experienced before since my mum. Hope.

I felt myself drifting into a soundless peaceful sleep, but not before I heard Taylor mutter "I wont leave you Kylie. I promise, and when I promise something I never break that promise."

Taylor POV:

I had no idea that one person could go through so much pain. I could tell that she was a emotional and unstable person, and I knew I'd do whatever it takes to support her and be the person she needed.

I had my arms around her, she felt so tiny and weak, helpless.

She had scared me like hell when she started screaming, and pulled me straight out of a good dream where I was flying in the land of lollipops with pink sparkly unicorns... Oh... yeah sorry wasn't planning on telling you that part but anyway. Tears were streaming down her face and I could see she was in distress so I shook her shoulders telling her it was just a dream.

Anyway I think she's ok now. Well at least I hope she is.

I looked down at her in my arms where she seemed to fit perfectly. She'd fallen asleep, I didn't have a watch but I could see from outside that it was still dark. So I guessed with my amazing guessing skills that it was about 2 in the morning.

Tick tick tick.

Ah! She has a clock now let's see how right I was about the time. Oh... 5am... Well I wasn't far off.

So I'm going back sleep, yes with Kylie in my arms I don't want to leave her... And I'm kind of comfy.

I lay back pulling her with me. And stroked the hair of her face. Wow... She was beautiful, even with a tear stained puffy eyes face. Then I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me away from the place id dreamed of being when I first saw her that evening in the coffee shop.

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#what do ya think guy?! Is it moving to fast? Is it too depressing?

Quoted a bit of my favourite movie there, Tangled :p#