So High School

Why are you always like this? (pt1)

A/N sorry I haven't been uploading very consistently i just haven't been feeling great recently
I might continue with the accident parts but rn I want to write another one
Hope you enjoy :)

No ones POV

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS?!" Travis screamed at Taylor, who was stood securely in front of him, her hands in fists by her sides.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!" She screamed back. "YOU STARTED THIS"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Travis shouted, keeping his distance.
"YOU CAME IN IN A MOOD, WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO ME, BASICALLY YELLED AT ME WHEN I ASKED IF YOU WERE OKAY, IF YOU HAD A BAD DAY AT PRACTICE THAT'S FINE AND YOU'RE ALLOWED TO FEEL UPSET BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME!" Taylor yelled, angry.
"OH MY GOD TAYLOR" Travis shouted. "YOU'RE SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN. People told me you were gonna be like this. I shouldve listened" He mumbled the last bit under his breath.

"What did you just say?" Taylor whispered, her voice eerily quiet. "What did people tell you?" Her voice was almost shaking now, but Travis was too caught in his head to notice.
"THEY TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE INSECURE. THAT YOU WERE A FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKING DRAMA QUEEN WHO COULDN'T BE LEFT ALONE BY YOURSELF. AND OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT!" Travis screamed the last bit, bringing his fist down hard on the table next to him, causing it to buckle slightly. Taylor flinched back, tears now streaming down her face. As soon as he had said it Travis regretted it. He looked at his girlfriend who was shaking in sadness and fear and regret, tears flowing down her face, and he regretted every word that had come out of his mouth. He didn't mean any of it.

"Tay I'm sorry" he apologised, the guilt eating him alive. "I didn't mean any of it, I don't believe anything I said, I don't know why it came out. I'm sorry baby, I love you" he reached out towards her but she flinched away, backing into a corner.
"Baby" he murmered, trying to hold her again.
"Don't- don't touch me" she whispered, wrapping her own arms around her body, shaking. That was when Travis realised it. She was scared of him.
"I'm- I'm gonna g- go" she stuttered, carefully edging her way around Travis and running up the stairs, tears still flowing.

"Tay" Travis meekly called after her, tears now falling down his cheeks too. What had he done? He'd made his own girlfriend scared of him. He debated following her, but he decided to give her some space instead. He's go check on her in about five minutes. He sat at the table, his head in his hands. What had he done? He seriously hated himself right then. How could he do that?

Meanwhile, Taylor was climbing the stairs, tears clouding her vision. Is that really what he thought of her? She scrambled up the last few steps and stumbled into her- their- bedroom. She locked the door and slid down the wall, her head in her hands. Her sobs echoed off the walls, haunting her. Of course she couldn't be loved. How delusional was she to think that Travis actually loved her? If course he didnt. Soon enough, Taylor's shaking sobs began to turn into ragged gasps. She grabbed her chest, trying to breathe but failing. Oxygen was failing her.

Five minutes had passed, so carefully Travis made his way up the steps. He was worried. Worried, and guilty, and hating what he had done.
"Tay?" He called gently. He noticed their bedroom door shut, so made his way over there. Only when he had gotten closer could he hear the broken sobs and wheezing gasps coming from the other side of the door. She was having a panic attack. He had only seen her have a couple of these before, and they scared him every time. He quickened his pase, grabbing the door handle and pushing it. It wouldn't budge. She had locked it.
"Tayor, open the door!" Travis cried, scared.
"Go... away" Taylor sobbed, inbetween unsuccessful breaths.
"Tay, open the door! Please" Travis pleaded, worried about his girlfriend. He tried the door again, but no luck.
"Taylor?" He questioned, but received no answer. "Taylor? Answer me" he asked again, now almost sobbing. But no response came.

A/N FIRST FIGHT I'VE WRITTEN
sorry it's a bit short, I will probably make a part 2 to this
Any requests just comment them here
I love writing dramatic stuff if you couldn't tell :)