"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
When I get back to Taylor's place I unlock the door with the key she gave me during her time in the hospital.
"I'm here!" I call out before putting off my shoes and the thin jacket I was wearing.
"We're on the couch!" The singer shouts back, a hint of excitement in her voice.
I make my way to the living room to find both Taylor and Hailey curled up under a blanket, focused on whatever is playing on the TV in front of them.
"I'm sorry it took so long." I sit down next to the blonde and place a gentle kiss on top of her head. "Has your morning been okay tho? Did you have some breakfast?"
"Yeah, had some toast." She answers, offering me a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks for driving my parents by the way. To be honest I forgot to even organize Jim. And sorry again for last night. I shouldn't have snapped at you the way I did but yesterday was tough and my chaotic emotions simply got the better of me." Taylor confesses before leaning her head against my shoulder.
"It's okay. I get why you reacted that way." I murmur back as Hailey's head suddenly shoots up seeming like she only just realized I'm sitting here. "Someone was a bit too focused on the movie, huh?" I chuckle into her direction.
"Travy." The toddler giggles, her wide grin contagious. Then her smile drops a little. "Mommy, Hailey pee pee."
"You need to pee?" Taylor asks her daughter, already getting up, whereupon the girl quickly nods. "Alright come on, I'll go with you."
The woman lifts the toddler up and into her arms before walking off to the little bathroom on this floor. Andrea has been practicing with her, which means the child hardly uses any diapers anymore. It's been working pretty well except for a few accidents, mostly at night. At least that's what Taylor's mother toldme when I visited while Taylor was inpatient.
I take the chance to get the drugs out of the pocket of my jacket and rush upstairs where I lock myself in the huge bathroom. I start opening cabinets, one after the other, the hollow sound of wood against wood filling the space. Towels, razors, toothpaste... nothing useful. My fingers twitch, impatient.
There's gotta be something.
The drawer next to the sink jams for a second before sliding open, and I dig through it, tossing aside crumpled tissue and half-used deodorant. An old credit card catches my eye, bent at the corner. I grab it, my hands clumsy but steady enough. It'll do.
I really thought I could resist, resist the urge of falling back into old habits. I thought maybe it would do just having the drugs around. But ever since my fingers touched that bag back at Kayla's apartment, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, my hands haven't stopped shaking and the hollow feeling inside me has been more present than ever.
Just once.
Life is actually going great and I don't want to ruin what I have with Taylor. It's just that everything has been so fucking exhausting, everything we've been through after not even one year of being together.
I just need this moment.
I begin to spread the powder onte the side of the sink with the edge of the credit card, pressing it down, shaping it into clean lines. I work quickly, my hands moving faster now, urgency building. The dull throb in my skull fades a little at the thought of what's coming.
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The first line disappears up my nose in one smooth motion, sharp and bitter. My head snaps back instinctively, the burn hitting me hard and fast. The relief is immediate. A rush, warm and electric, spreads through my body, starting in my chest and working its way out, numbing everything along the way.
I stare at myself in the mirror, then up at the ceiling. The patterns in the paint twisting and swirling in ways they shouldn't, like my brain can't decide what's real anymore. It's a familiar feeling, almost comforting. It makes everything seem softer, less sharp. I reach for the second line, barely thinking about it, just letting the motion happen. Another hit, another burn, and the rush is deeper this time, stronger. My heart races, pounding against my ribs like it's trying to break free, but it's not panic—not yet. It's energy. It's control. Or at least, the illusion of it. I tell myself I'm in control, that I've got this. I can stop whenever I want.
When the flashing effect wears off a little, I shove the rest of the powder back into the tiny plastic bag, wash off the credit card and put it back where I found it. I can't stay in here any longer. I hide the bag in one of the cabinets, somewhere Taylor probably won't ever reach into, at least not that far.
I take a deep breath, trying to ground myself while the coke works its way through my system. Then I reach for the door handle and unlock the door, trying to make it seem like nothing happened, like I didn't just sniff two lines of cocaine.
The energy in my body is still too much to keep still. I feel light, almost weightless, like I could float off the floor if I tried hard enough. My head spins, but not in a bad way—more like I'm on the edge of something, hovering between the real world and the one where nothing matters.
The lights out here in the hallway are brighter, harsher, making everything feel too real, too sharp again. I blink against it, shaking my head slightly as I start down the stairs. One step at a time. Focus. I run my hand along the banister, the smooth wood grounding me, keeping my steps steady even though I feel like I'm walking through quicksand.
A/N: I'm a bit excited....
P.S. Y'all can calm down, I'm not gonna make Travis cheat on Taylor, okay? ❤️
