Taylor Swift Imagines (gxg)

I'll Be Here With You, Every Step Of The Way (2)

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It had been a month since you showed up at Taylor's door. Ever since, you started living with her, not ready to go back to your old apartment yet, because you knew that your ex would still be there.

But today, you decided to fuck it up and go there to get your stuffs, since you had been using Taylor's things the whole stay.

Taylor told you that you should tell her when you're ready to go there so she can come with you and keep you safe. But right now, Taylor's at the studio working, and you don't want to burden her, so you left a note on the kitchen table telling her where you were going, instead.

So you started walking outside and to your car, making sure to bring your phone with you. Once you sat on the driver's seat, you took a deep breath before starting the engine, and driving off to the direction of the place you used to call 'home'.

The drive was short, only fifteen minutes. You parked your car in the driveway and braced yourself before getting out of the car and walking up the front porch step.

You realized that you don't have a key with you, making you groan because now, you would have to knock on the door or ring the doorbell.

You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. When no one opened the door for at least five minutes, you knocked on the door, making sure that the person inside would hear it.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and you were greeted by Damian with a smug look on his face. "I knew you were gonna come back to me. You're nothing without me," he said, making you roll your eyes.

The audacity of this bitch.

"As if! I came here for my stuffs, Damian. Not you," you deadpanned as you pushed past him, stepping inside.

"You're trespassing my house!" Damian said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him.

You were scared of what he would do to you, but at the same time, you were tired of all his bullshit. "I'm trespassing your house!? I payed the bills on this house the entire time we lived here, and you're saying I'm trespassing!?" you scoffed in disbelief.

"Shut up, bitch!" he said, slapping your cheek with his heavy palm, causing you to lose consciousnesses.

As soon as Taylor walked inside her house later that night, she could already tell that something was not right. She was used to you greeting her when she gets home, but now, her house was oddly quiet.

"Y/n?" she called out to you, but when you didn't reply, she panicked.

She ran to the guest room where you slept your whole stay, but you weren't there, making her assume the worst. She went back downstairs and to the kitchen, seeing a letter on the table with your handwriting.

Hi, Tay!

  This is Y/n. I just want to tell you that I'm finally ready to go back to the apartment and get my stuffs. I know you told me to tell you so you can come with me, but I don't want to burden you since you're still working. I promise I'm gonna be fine, don't worry.

Love,
Your #verydemure
bestfriend

Once Taylor finished reading the letter, she immediately fetched her car key from her pocket and ran towards her car to go and get you. When she neared the old apartment, she noticed that your car was there, but the apartment was very dark.