So High School

The gang (pt1)

A/N this was originally my other book but I decided to delete that and just post it here. I don't think I'll have enough chapters to make a whole book, and it's kinda confusing me and I've kinda abandoned this book because of it. I hope you enjoy :)

TW: for all the parts- blood, guns, death, depression, car accidents and other stuff like this

Taylors hands rested on her swollen stomach as she looked down at the ground, tracing the lines between the tiles. She hummed along to a song in her head, smiling at the feel of her child kicking. She was 35 weeks pregnant, and although it was a pain and she just wanted this baby squeezed out of her already, there were some highlights that she would definitely miss.

The park was very empty, probably because all the young kids were at school. That would be Taylor's child in a couple of years, she smiled at the thought. She lifted her head, scanning the field around her. With no one in sight, she craned her neck so her gaze was fixed on the toilet block door, where her friend Blake was currently relieving herself.

She turned her head back round, ready to continue her daydreaming when a hand on her arm made her head shoot up. When her eyes fixed on the man that was standing there, gripping her upper arm, her stomach dropped.

He pulled her to her feet and she stumbled forwards, trying to free herself.
"Joe" she gasped out as he squeezed her arm harder, definitely leaving a bruise.
"Taylor" he smirked, digging his nails in, making Taylor wince.
"I see you've... Let yourself go" he gestured to her bump.
"Fuck you" she muttered through gritted teeth.
"I always knew it would happen at some point" he leant in, his breath warm against Taylor's ear. It stunk of alcohol and weed.
"You slut. Of course you're pregnant, whore. That poor child, growing up with you as a mother." He whispered forcefully.
"Joe, stop it" Taylor cried as his hands moved to her bump.
"I hope you misscarry, or that thing dies at birth. That would be better than it having you as a mother any day" he pushed her away from him and she stumbled back, stabilising herself with a hand on the bench. Joe waltzed away, that disgusting smirk littering his face.

Taylor lowered herself down to the bench as tears poured down her cheeks. She rubbed one hand over her baby bump, trying to slow her breathing. Stress wasn't good for the baby.

"Taylor?" Came a voice behind her.
"Blake" Taylor whimpered, her sobs intensifying.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Blake immediately rushed to sit by her friend, one hand resting comfortingly on her shoulder.
"Can we go home?" Taylor asked through her tears, looking up at Blake with wet eyes. Blake nodded, helping Taylor up.

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Travis was working on something on his laptop when suddenly the doorbell rang. He found this a bit odd, as Taylor and Blake hadn't left too long ago. He got up to answer it, his face dropping when he saw his girl.

"What happened?" He asked, pulling his sobbing wife into his arms.
"I'm not sure, I went to the toilet, came back and she was like this" Blake shrugged, concern evident in her features.
"I've got it from here, thank you" he nodded at the blonde, shutting the door behind him and ushering Taylor to the sofa.

He keeled in front of her, his hands on her knees.
"What happened?" He asked gently as the blonde sobbed into her hands.
"Joe" she gasped in between sobs. "Joe was there, and he said horrible things" she took another deep breath, attempting to wipe some of her tears away. Travis took her hand, squeezing it three times. I. Love. You.
"And he called our baby a thing, and says he hopes they die because I'm going to be a terrible mother" she broke down into sobs again as Travis's gaze hardened. No one messes with his girl.
"And he said- he said I'm a whore and a slut" Taylor sniffled.

Travis got up from where he was sat on the floor, wrapping his arms around a shaking Taylor.
"Shh, it's okay" he whispered, pulling her into his chest. But it wasn't okay, he wasn't getting away with this.

After about ten minutes Travis made his way upstairs, leaving Taylor on the sofa. As he ran her bath, he mulled over everything in his head. There was no way that pathetic excuse of a man was getting away with that. Travis's heart ached at the thought of his girl in pain.

He helped Taylor undress, taking off her jumper and leggings. Suddenly he caught sight of her arm. Very clear finger marks, blue bruises circling it.
"Taylor" he muttered, his voice hard. Taylor looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"He did this?" He gestured towards her arm, and Taylor nodded.

He didn't dare. Laying his grimy hands on Travis's girl, there was no way he was getting out of this safely.

Travis carefully helped his very pregnant wife into the bath, settling her down before undressing himself. He climbed in after her, wincing at the heat.
"How do you sit in here comfortably? It feels like lava!" He laughed, trying to break some of the tension in the room. He settled down behind Taylor and she rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes.

Travis smiled at her, trying to keep his anger at bay. She didn't deserve this. His beautiful, kind, sweet wife didn't deserve any of this.

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Soon after that they had eaten and Taylor was in bed, fast asleep. It was time. Travis left a note on her nightstand, just in case she woke up and got worried. That girl could stress over anything.

With just his pistol in his pocket he got into his car, driving to his desired destination. Joe's apartment.

Adjusting the pistol in his grip he climbed the many stairs until he was standing outside Joe's door. He picked the lock, all that training from when he was younger coming in handy. Into the apartment, navigating his way to the bedroom. Joe was fast asleep, and Travis almost threw up at the sight.

Bang.

A hole in the wall above the bed and Joe was up, his eyes wide but his smirk prominent.
"You hurt my girl" Travis growled, the butt of the pistol pointed right between the blondes eyes.
"She deserved it. That whore" Joe snickered, making Travis even more angry. The goal today wasn't to kill Joe, but he was really asking for it.
"If I were you I'd shut the fuck up, or your brain will be splattered all over the wall behind you" Travis warned, his voice cold.
Joe snorted, his lips still turned up in an evil smile. "Needs you to fight her battles does she? That slut" another snicker. "There's no way you'll-"

Bang.

He crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around where is face once was. Travis smirked to himself, wiping off his hands on his clothes before leaving the apartment, locking the door behind him.

He sauntered down to his car, whistling a tune. Oh, how easy that was. He climbed into the drivers seat, halting when his phone pinged with a message.

Unknown: we will get revenge for what you did. I'd run if I were you