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Tomorrow is friday yay!

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(also the next chapter is exciting)

TW: Mentions of domestic abuse, eating disorders, violence etc.

I scrolled mindlessly past videos on tiktok while laying in bed. Taylor was staying in the guest room for the next few weeks while she figured everything out. After our moment together earlier I wasn't sure how to feel but all I know is that I saw the exact moment her prospect of our relationship shifted. Surely she was thinking the same thing as me but I didn't want to talk about it unless she instigated the conversation, especially with all that she is going through right now.

I couldn't stop thinking about Taylor so I decided that going to sleep straight away was the best option. I had some things to handle tomorrow so going to bed early and waking up at dawn would be smart, so Taylor didn't question where I was or what I was doing. She knew I dealt with some sketchy stuff for work, but she didn't know the full extent of it. I was hoping it could stay that way for as long as possible but she ought to find out someday.

I rolled over and switched off my night light and tucked myself into my doona. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a quiet knock on my door.

'Come in.' I said propping myself up onto my elbows looking at Taylor, who had just entered.

'Sorry, I wanted to sleep but I'm too scared to be alone.' She closed the door behind her. 'I was wondering if maybe I could sleep in here, I just can't stand the thought of being alone in the darkness.' Taylor looked at me with pleading eyes.

'Yeah sure, come er'.' I lifted up the doona, wriggling over so she could lie down.

'Thank you Travis' She snuggled up next to my side, her head laying on my chest.

'It's oka-' I smiled as I looked down, seeing an already asleep Taylor hugging onto my waist.

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I woke up, looking around, recognizing the surroundings being Travis' room. I remembered how last night I came and asked him if I could sleep with him, smiling at the way he'd been so genuine about it. I turned over to the empty side opposite me, seeing a note with messy handwriting scrawled onto it.

Hey, I had to get some things done, I will be back for lunch.

Love, Trav

He had never mentioned much about his job, but he seemed happy and I hadn't been enticed enough to ask more about it. He'd just said that it involved some sketchy things but that it paid well, and for the most part, was safe. I just assumed that he dealt some illegal shit as I had seen him in the back of the bar when I was working with some men in black clothing, that had a sort of secrecy to their manner.

Often he came and said hi when I worked shifts, and made sure I had eating food. I appreciate how much he cares about me, it makes me feel safe and worthy.

I groaned as I stumbled out of bed, my stomach still hurting from the events of two days ago. I walked into the ensuite and got undressed, taking a look at myself in the mirror before hopping into the shower. I looked at my bare figure, seeing bruises all over my body, a massive purple one spread across the skin over my ribcage. I ran my fingers over it, wincing slightly at the pain, wishing it could just go already. I so badly wanted every fragment of Matty out of my life, I hated him. Everywhere on my body, you could see remains of what his scrawny hands had done to me.

Tears fell from my eyes as I replayed what happened, still staring at my naked body in the mirror. Not only was I all bashed up, I was ugly. Not one part of myself I could look over without feeling disgust. I needed it gone, there was this urge to just rip all the skin off myself and it wouldn't go away.