daughter of taylor swift and travis kelce imagines

so now you care? (pt 3)

tw:// attempted suicide
your pov

i was sitting on the bed with britt while she was trying to help me through a panic attack. my parents had upset me so much.

"y/n just breathe you're okay alright? i'm here." she said as she had me follow her breathing. after a little it went back to normal.

"britt please don't make me go with them. i wanna stay here!" i begged.

"hey it's okay. pat is talking to your parents about you maybe staying here until you're ready to go back home" she said.

"thank you" i said. then all of a sudden there was commotion and yelling and then i heard my mom yelling britt's name.

"what's going on?" i asked.

"i'm gonna go check. stay here" she said as she got up. there was more yelling and i wanted to see what was happening so i walked out.

i saw my dad and pat in a fucking brawl. mom and britt were trying to break them up. it wasn't working. i was trying to think of how to stop them. so i just screamed as loud as i could and they stopped.

"what the hell are you guys doing!" i yelled at them.

"y/n come on we're going home" dad said angrily.

"no! i'm not going with you!" i said.

"y/n we're not doing this shit let's go!" dad said grabbing me.

"britt! pat! please!" i said.

"we'll be there in the morning" pat said.

"hell no you won't! you stay away from my family" dad yelled and we walked out the house and i was hysterically crying. i cried the whole way home and when we got home there was paps outside our house like always.

"y/n you need to stop crying" mom said.

"no! you fucking did this! not me!" i cried. i got out the car crying and stopped in front of the paps so they could take all the pictures they wanted. i hated my parents.

"my parents hate me! they don't care about me! i ran away at 1 in the morning and they now just realized i was gone! don't trust them! they're pieces of shit who only care about their careers and their youngest kids. not me!" i yelled. mom grabbed my arm and pulled me inside the house.

"y/n what the fuck are you doing?!" she yelled.

"if you want me here where i don't feel comfortable this is what you fucking get. don't fucking talk to me or anything! i'm sick of your bull shit excuses! if anything i really just want to die right now. i hate my life. i hate everything!" i said as i cried and ran upstairs to my room. i shut it and locked it before mom could reach it.

"y/n marjorie open this door right now" mom said.

"no! i'm so tired of it mom! i'm so tired! it's not fair anymore! you make me feel like i don't belong here!" i cried.

"y/n. please open the door i need to talk to you." mom said.

"mom please. just go away" i said as i sobbed. she sighed and i heard her walk away. i walked into my bathroom and saw the only thing that brought me comfort. my blades. they hadn't gotten rid of them yet. i really don't want to ruin my progress but i really need it. i need to do this.

i sat down on the bathroom floor with the blade. i held it in my shaky hand. my vision blurred from the tears i was crying. i knew this wasn't right but i needed it. there were days when i felt like committing. today was one of those days. i was really tempted to just take the blade and go as deep as i could until i bled to death. i almost did, but something inside me was stopping me from doing it. i wanted to. but i couldn't. i contemplated it for ten minutes until i just decided to do it. i took the blade and cut along my wrist as deep as i could go. it hurt like shit and i was already feeling better. i wanted to speed the process up so i grabbed a bottle of pills and then the door flung open.

"y/n no! baby don't do that!" mom said trying to take the pills out of my hand.

"no mom i need to do this!" i cried.

"y/n no you don't! you're okay. just relax. let go of the pills please" mom said.

"no mom you don't understand!" i cried

"you're right i don't understand. but i know your worth. you do not need to do this. you have so much to live for. give me the pills" mom said comfortingly. i gave her the pills and she flushed them down the toilet.

"oh y/n i'm so proud of you" mom said hugging me tight.

"i'm sorry mommy" i said crying.

"hey hey hey relax you're okay" she said. she looked down at my arm.

"oh y/n baby! here let me get something for that" she said. i just sat there crying

"hey y/n you're okay. alright? just breathe. i'm not mad at you" she said comfortingly.

"o-okay. but i still feel bad! i screamed all of that at the paps. i ruined your image. i can't do anything right! why am i so freaking stupid?!" i cried pulling at my hair.

"hey you are not stupid okay? you are an amazing girl. you are so smart." mom said hugging me.

"i'm so sorry mom. is dad mad? i'm the reason him and pat got into that fight. he probably hates me for that!" i cried.

no baby he does not hate you. he loves you very much. why don't we get some rest? you had a long day..." mom said helping me to bed.

"mom..." i said as she helped me change.

"yeah baby?" she asked.

"i almost killed myself" i said in disbelief.

"baby come here." mom said pulling me in a hug. i can tell that she was sad too. i cried and cried.

"just let it out baby. i'm right here for you" mom said. after i calmed down a little we headed to my bed and mom laid with me the entire night to make sure i was okay. i forgave my mom but my dad...i feel like he has to forgive me before i can even forgive him...