TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 18

Sebastian’s POV:

            I was almost home, and it was 6:25. The pizza took much longer than expected, and I tried to call Dottie, but she didn’t answer. I drove as fast as I could, but I ran into traffic and there was no way of getting around it. I tried to take this time to relax, and listen to music, but I kept checking my phone for texts. I had a bad feeling, but I was sure it was nothing. I mean, I’m not psychic or anything, that’s absurd, so I figured it was nothing. After a while, it cleared up, and I was so absent minded that I began to speed. I heard a siren, and sighed, “Are you FUCKING kidding me?? I don’t have time for this…” I said to myself. I slowly pulled over, and the cop car did as well. The man got out of the car, and tapped on my window.

            Dottie’s POV:

            I was curled up in the corner, bare skinned, crying softly, and trying to ignore the brooding figure in my living room. Michael was fixing himself up as I continued to talk myself down, and tell myself everything was fine. “Well,” he said, proud of his actions, “I better get going. Thanks for making that so very easy.” I looked up at him with red, teary, vulnerable eyes and said, “Go to hell.” At a whisper, my voice shaking even when I barely spoke. He chuckled and said, “No thanks, already been.” I closed my eyes till I heard his footsteps on the floor get softer and softer till they were gone, and the door had shut.

            Sebastian’s POV:

            “Were you aware you were speeding?” the cop asked. “Yes.” I said, refusing to look at him; pissed, in a hurry, and for some reason, worried. “And were you also aware you ran a stop sign?” I tightened my jaw, and spat out, “Yes.” My mind continued to wonder what could possibly go wrong, and make me feel this concerned about getting back to Dottie. He scribbled stuff down on his ridiculous note pad. “And did you mean to-” I hit the headboard with my hand, “God DAMNIT I don’t have time for this!!” the cop jumped a bit, “Please, don’t raise your voice at me sir.” The cop warned. “Don’t tell me what to do. I have to get back to that house right now and I’ll be damned if you’re gona get in the way!” the officer glared at me and said, “What could be so important you would risk yelling at a police officer?” I groaned and said, “I DON’T know, but I have to go NOW!” the cop cleared his throat and said, “Get out of the car sir.” I tightened my fists and said, “The hell I will!” and stepped o the gas, flying off, losing the cop in traffic.

            Taylor’s POV:

            I walked out. I just walked out. I couldn’t believe I had left her, hell, I barely even believe my head when it reminded me I agreed to have this done in the first place. Dottie was so frightened. She was crying, screaming for me to come back, and I simply walked out. It was 6:50 now; he was probably done. I was the only thing standing in his way, and I could’ve done something, anything to stop the hell that was coming to her. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. Knowing I was the one, who let Dottie get hurt, was already starting to eat away at me. I still loved her, and knowing this, knowing it could’ve been stopped, made me sick.

            Sebastian’s POV:

            I pulled in, and ran inside, calling her name. It was almost 7:20.“Dottie! Where are you?” I was walking around the house, saying, “Is everything alright? You didn’t answer the-” I saw a figure under the table, sobbing. I walked over slowly, and bent down to see a naked Dottie, curled up, and covering her entire body with her legs that folded into her chest. Her head was buried on her knee’s balling her eyes out. I put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke softly, “Dott?” but as soon as my hand made contact with her skin, she jumped up, and franticly crawled over to the wall and flipped over, crying harder. “Don’t… touch…” she sobbed even louder between words.                                                                                                                   I stood slowly, eyes fixed on her, worried sick, and almost feeling her sadness though I hadn’t even known what is was yet. I got a blanket off the couch, and walked around the table, and sat down in front of her, wrapping it over the curled up woman, weeping harder than I have heard anyone do in my entire life. “Dottie what happened? What happened when I was gone?” She just continued crying. “Michael,” she cried the whole time she spoke, “He’s a monster Sebastian…” I was beginning to get even more concerned, “What did Michael do??” she didn’t answer, she only cried, saying, “You were right too,” she cried out between sobs, “Taylor… he’s lost it, he can’t be helped, the old him is gone, he’s, he’s-Oh dear god! I didn’t know what to do…” she cried harder into the fabric of the blanket. I began to tear up, panicking, “What do you mean?? Dotteline what do you mean??” She gave in to my presence, realizing she was safe with me, and threw her arms around my neck, wailing into my collar bone. “They both showed up,” she began, “Michael grabbed me, and Taylor wouldn’t help me at all,” she cried harder, her hold around me tightening, “They chased me into the kitchen, I got a knife,” every words she said made me even more scared for what they did, “But Taylor took it, and Michael hit me, he hit me so hard,” I winced at the thought, “I hit the counter, he yanked me up, and threw me onto the counter, making my head bleed,” I then noticed the smell on top of her scalp, and began to tear up, holding her tighter as she continued, “I begged Taylor to help me, but he just left me with Mike, and, he, he-” her breathing was becoming erratic with the lack of air her sobs had given her. “Dotteline,” I cut her off, “What did Michael do?”