The crash

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Andrea was still staying with Taylor, helping her through her postnatal depression. She was due to go home at the end of the week, knowing that Taylor was strong enough to manage on her own now. As much as she wanted to stay – she also knew the blonde would become too reliant on her and would begin to lose her confidence in going it alone again if she did stay too long. It was a fine balance in getting it right.

To try and perk her up before leaving, Andrea had agreed to watch Emmeline for the morning while Taylor and Jessica went to get their nails done. It had taken some convincing for the blonde to 1) leave the baby and 2) leave the house but after some persuading, Andrea had convinced her it would do all of them good and Taylor had agreed – if only to treat Jessica for being so resilient throughout the last few weeks.

The pair of them had had a great morning, getting matching nails in a glittery purple. There had been a few paparazzi waiting outside for them when they left and they continued to chase them on their return to the house. Taylor could feel her anxiety rising as they began to drive like idiots around her – all desperate to get the one good shot but she kept her driving steady – resisting the urge to floor it and speed home to safety. She turned to the teen "I'm sorry it's ended like this for us baby – they ruin everything!"

Jessica shrugged "it's part of your life – it's you it sucks for Tay. You're the one having to avoid them when driving – I get to just sit here admiring my new nails!"

Taylor grinned, laughing gently at the teen. One of the lead paparazzi began to overtake on the wrong side of the wrong, trying to get ahead so they could get a better shot of the blonde in her car, unfortunately for them – the paparazzi lost total control of his car, hitting Taylor's at high speed – causing them to spin and flip, over and over.

The whole ordeal was caught by all the other paparazzi behind them, documenting the dramatic accident.

Jessica woke up, pain throbbing through her head. She looked down, trying to figure out where she was and why everything hurt. Initially all she could see was red but as she blinked over and over, her vision cleared and the horror hit in. There was blood everywhere, so much blood. She wasn't sure what was hers and what was Taylor's. The glass was shattered and seemed to be crunching against her skin. She tried to talk, but the words caught in her throat – instead letting out a deep, guttural groan.

A paramedic flashed in front of her "hey sweetheart – you're back in the room with us, huh? You were in an accident but you're OK. We are going to get you right out"

This seemed to shock the teen back to life "NO – I'm not leaving Tay-"

The paramedic nodded "I know you're scared, it's normal to be scared but if you want to help her – you need to let us get you out so we can then focus on her, OK?"

Jessica looked back at the blonde, noticing she was still unconscious and she nodded, unable to speak – knowing the last time she was in this situation her Mum didn't make it out alive. She took another long, serious look at Taylor – hoping this wasn't the last time she was going to see her alive before allowing the paramedics to pull her free and to get her on the ambulance.

Back at her own house, Tree began to field enquiries from the media surrounding the accident – many of the paparazzi had sold the footage, desperate for the highest pay for the 'scoop' on the incident. Tree was confused – unsure if it was true or not. She rung Taylor's mobile but there was no answer, her heart began to beat quicker and she rung Andrea who answered "erm, Hi – bit of a weird one, have you heard from Tay at all?"

Andrea hummed "no – she is out with Jessica, getting her nails done at the moment – why, is everything ok?"

Tree didn't want to alarm the woman until she knew the facts for sure so she attempted to keep her voice calm "yep – just some paparazzi footage to deal with. I'll ring you back when I know more..."

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