I need out.

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Tw: abuse
A few weeks of being in this hell hole, it really showed me the different types of people. Martha never physically hurt us like Poppy had informed me. But her emotional and mental abuse was seriously severe. I knew all of us kids would come out with some psychological trauma from the way she treats us.

I had texted Taylor a few times but Martha was strict on phones and who could have them so I kept mine hidden for emergencies only. If she took my phone I would have no way to check on them.

I was doing my chores on a Wednesday afternoon. Apparently school doesn't exist in this house for anyone, excluding Martha's biological children. I heard a knock on the door, knowing I'm not allowed to answer it I waited for Martha. She never came so I ventured into the hallway, seeing Sasha's face through the window. She gave me a small wave.

"How are you?" She asked as I opened the door.

"Fine." I mumbled.

"I was just checking in on you." She smiled.

"When are my results in?"

"I'm not sure I'll check on them for you." She replied, walking down the drive. What a pointless visit?

I shut the door and turned around to face Martha. She looked pissed, "why the fuck would you open the door?"

I shook with fear, memories flooding in from my parents shouting at me. She gripped my arm, trailing me towards the basement.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

She threw me down the stairs, I bounced off every single one. My head hit the floor and everything went black.

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I woke up and the world was spinning. What just happened? Where am I? Why's it so dark?

I forced myself up the stairs, dragging myself up every step. My head was pounding as I banged on the door.

"Help! I need out!" I called out numerous of times, no one came. I sunk down the wall, tears streamed down my face. There was no signal down here. I was trapped.

I found a light switch, which didn't do much but it was something. I explored the small space I was locked in. Four walls and a locked door.

I tried to call Taylor multiple times but my connection kept failing. How do I escape? I'm going to die down here by myself. Maisie and Theo will have no one. They'll lose their big sister, that gave me strength to sit and think of a game plan.

Four hours later and I still had no plan, my phone was losing battery. I shoved it into my pocket and sat on the stairs, waiting for someone.

That's when I smelt smoke. Panic shot through me. I really was going to die down here, were they burning the house down? Was it an accident? Or were they actually trying to kill me?

I hit on the door, tried anything to get me out.

"Fire department call out!" I heard a voice near.

"Help!" I screamed, making as much noise as possible whilst crying.

I heard no reply, I broke down into tears.

" help me please." I whispered. The smoke was now thick around me, I could hardly breathe. I wanted Taylor. I needed her.

I made my way down the steps to find anything that would help me, it really was an empty basement. I heard banging on the door as I ran upstairs again screaming.

"Stand back!"

I turned a tripped the whole way down again, just my luck. My ankle was in agony, tears streamed down my cheeks. I hated my life.

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After the Fire department helped me out and left me with the paramedics. I refused to speak, more I couldn't get the words out from the fear and shock in my body. I was shaking.

"Hey sweetheart, you're in a state of shock. You're going to be okay." The paramedic squeezed my hand.

"Taylor." I whispered.

"Who's Taylor to you?" The paramedic asked gently.

I didn't answer, I didn't know. All I felt was pain and all I knew was that Taylor could comfort me.

"Who's Taylor, sweetie?"

"Taylor Swift."

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I woke up in a hospital room again, searching the room for anyone to explain what happened. I noticed Taylor hadn't arrived or hadn't been called. I checked for my phone, it was gone. Panic surged through me, how would I ever find her again? How could I see my siblings?

"Hello, you must be Havyn?" A doctor stood at the doorway.

I nodded, "where's my phone?"

"The paramedics must have handed it into reception. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I need my phone."

"I'll get the paramedics to bring it up. Can I call anyone for you?"

I shook my head.

As she left I heard her talking to the paramedics outside, anger hit me right in the face. I rolled over to hear better.

"She wanted Taylor Swift, which obviously was just the delusion." The paramedics laughed.

"Kids these days only wanting their phones." The doctor commented, before reopening the door.

"Thanks." I mumbled, taking my phone of her and typing Taylor's name in.

The doctor tried to make small talk to me about different things, while she did a check up on me.

"Apparently you requested Taylor Swift on scene." She stifled a laugh.

"She's my friend." I replied dryly. I didn't want to add that she could be my mother as well, just incase Taylor wanted to kept that private.

The doctor laughed, thinking I was joking. She stopped when she realised I wasn't kidding from my dry facial expression. I don't think she believed me at all. After she left, I pressed call on Taylor's name.

"Havie?" I heard her voice, it warmed my heart. I missed her so much, although I'd never tell her that. Just hearing her gave me some strength.

"Tay.." I started and then burst into tears.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay? Where are you?" She sounded concerned.

"Hospital." My voice cracked as I whispered into the phone.

"I'm on my way, okay?"

"Okay."

I didn't realise how much I needed her. It was so unfair that I couldn't stay with her because she might be my mom? How does that even make sense. I ended the call, curling up into a ball just waiting for Taylor to arrive.

I'd been here twice in a few weeks for abuse cases, which they haven't even taken seriously. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop my tears from leaking.

I just wanted to know why and how the house went on fire. I wanted to know if I was supposed to die down there. If that was the plan. The thought terrified me, Theo and Maisie would've thought I had abandoned them forever.

/// this one's so short I'm so sorry. I haven't had much motivation recently to write so this is so shit😭///

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