Tayvis OneShots

You Don't Deserve This

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TAYLOR'S POV

I just finished my first night onstage in Seattle. I didn't have a lot of time to wander backstage before the show, so I don't really know where to go. When all of a sudden, someone pulled me into a back room. I'm so confused. He throws a mask over my eyes so I can't see and shoves a towel in my throat. My heart starts to race and I'm panicking. I can't scream for help, I can't do anything. He throws me onto a chair and pulls my bodysuit down. I start to cry when he slaps me across the face. I shut my mouth. My eyes start to burn as tears prick at my eyes. I can't open my eyes because of the mask. He pulls my thong down and he shoves himself into me. I start to shake in fear. I lean back in the chair unsure about what to do.

"That's it," He says after almost 20 minutes. "Now, you wait here for a few minutes while I leave, then you can go back to your precious little concert. If you tell anybody, I will end you. Understand?" I quickly nod my head. He pulls the towel out of my mouth and I hear his footsteps disappear. I pull the mask off of my eyes and I bury my face in my hands starting to sob. I can't do this. Why do people have to go through this? What did I do? What do I do about this? I can't tell Trav, I can't. I silently pull my bodysuit back over my body and find the dressing room. I changed into a hoodie and sweatpants. Travis and I are supposed to go out for a date, but I don't care. I walk back out and pull Selena into a private room.

"What's wrong? We were so worried, you disappeared," Selena says. I shake my head.

"I have to tell you something. But you have to swear on our life that you won't tell anyone. Not Tree, not Travis, not my parents, nobody." I say.

"Taylor, what's going on?" Selena asks, her voice stiffening.

"Just promise. I am telling them, don't worry. I want you to know first. I am telling them," I lie. Selena nods.

"Fine, just tell me what happened," She says.

"Um, after the show I got lost and couldn't finish the dressing room. Somebody took me into a private room, and he r4ped me. He put a mask on me so I couldn't see and he shoved a towel in my mouth so I couldn't scream. He left before me and I don't know what he looks like," I say hesitantly.

"Oh Tay, I'm so sorry. You need to tell Travis and Tree this. Go tell them," Selena says, hugging me. I nod and sniff. I haven't cried, but I feel empty inside. My body feels dead. I walk over to Trav and plaster a fake smile on my face.

"Angel! You did so amazing, literally perfect," Travis says, throwing his arms around me. I bury my face in his shoulder. "What's wrong?" He asks when I don't respond.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," I lied. I guess it's not completely a lot, I am tired. But its not all I'm thinking about.

"We don't have to go out to dinner," Trav says.

"No! I want to! Please!!" I say desperately. Travis kisses the top of my head as we walk to the car.

"Okay okay angel, if you're up to it," Travis says. My head nods up and down quickly. Trav laughs as we climb into the car. I pull my legs into my chest in the car and sit quietly, I'm still in shock. I don't know what to do, do I tell him??

TRAVIS' POV

I know Taylor's lying. She got backstage later than normal, she's off. She's faking a smile, maybe she is just tired, but I think something else is going on. We sit in the car, silenced, my phone quietly dings and I pull it up. It's a text from Selena, which confuses me, she never texts me unless it's about Tay.

Selena: So...

Travis: What?

Selena: Did Taylor tell you?

Travis: Tell me what?

Selena: Oh shit

Selena: Nevermind

Selena: Ask Tay, she said that she was telling you

Travis: Selena

Travis: What the fuck is going on

Travis: Is Tay okay??

Selena: It's not my place to say

Travis: Selena. Tell me what's going on

Selena: Fine. Taylor will literally kill me though. She came back late from backstage because she was r4ped. She told me after. She said that he pulled her to a quiet room, took off her bodysuit and...you know. She said that he covered her eyes with a mask and put something in her mouth so she couldn't scream.

Travis: Oh my god

Travis: Thank you Selena, bye

I turn to Taylor in the car. She's staring out the window expressionless. I don't know why I didn't notice it sooner. My poor angel is so amazing, perfect, and beautiful, she is broken. She keeps everything hidden, she puts on her picture perfect front for the fans, and I do love her for being brave, but I also love her for telling me things, but she didn't tell me this. And I know why. I gently take her hand and squeeze. She looks at me, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Tay, tell me what happened," I say. She looks away and bites her lip. "I already know what happened. Just tell me the details."

"What? How?" Taylor asks.

"Selena." Taylor silently nods before talking again. She bundles herself in the corner of the car, scrunching herself as small as she can.

"Um, I got lost backstage looking for my dressing room. Somebody grabbed my arm and dragged me into some hidden room. He blindfolds me and shoves a towel in my mouth so I wouldn't scream for help. He shoves me to a chair. He tied my hands behind my back and took my bodysuit off. You know what happens next," Taylor says quietly.

"Angel, I'm so sorry," I say, holding out my arms. She looks up at me with sad eyes. She falls into my lap and starts to cry. I can tell she's been holding it back for a while now.

"What did I do?" Tay sobs. I shake my head confused.

"Nothing, you did nothing Tay, you're a victim, the guy is the worst fucking person to walk the earth. Trust me Tay, you didn't do anything wrong, I'm so sorry for leaving you. I should've been right next to you. I'm not leaving you now," I say. Tay calms down once we get to the restaurant. She starts to get up but I shake my head. "We're not going out for dinner." I say.

"I'm fine Trav," Taylor says as her voice breaks. She lays back into my lap and cries herself into a sleep. We get to the hotel and I carry her inside up to the hotel room. I lay her in bed and she slowly wakes up.

"Hi angel, what do you want to change into?" I ask. She shrugs. I nod and grab one of my oversized shirts onto bed. She slips it on and reaches her knees. I smile. "What shorts do you want?" I ask, pointing to her suitcase. I sigh and she lays her head on my chest.

"None, can I just wear the shirt?" She asks. I nod.

"Whatever you are comfortable in," I say, kissing the top of her head. We walk to the bathroom and she sits on the counter. I pull out some makeup wipes and carefully wipe off every last bit. She leans into my shoulder when I'm done and I smile. "Turn around, I'll put your hair up." I say helping her turn. I take her hair in my fingers and dutch braid her hair, it makes her hair turn into perfect waves for the next day. I carry Taylor back to bed and she falls asleep curled tightly against me. I run my fingers up and down her back. "I love you angel, I love you." I whisper into the darkness.