Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

Oh, can we get a pause? (Taylor's struggle) (part 2)

You re read Taylor's text over and over, as if reading it again would change the content. You just wanted to scream so hard. You never really looked for your mom when you were feeling like this, but Taylor was not home and Tree was with Taylor, so you couldn't call her. It took everything in you to stand up a from your bed, walk to your bedroom's door and open it, then walk down the hallway to your mom's bedroom. Once you got there you were about to knock but you couldn't move your arm an inch away from you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, tried again. Nothing. Another deep breath. Nothing. When you were on your third breath, the door opened.

- "Darling! What are you doing here?" Your mom asked.

- "Mom... I was going to look for you"

- "I was going to check on you, though that you were already sleeping" Andrea said moving from the door and walking inside her room, signaling you to walk inside too.

- "I couldn't sleep" you replied walking beside her and sitting by her side on the bed.

- "Why sweetie?"

You just shrugged, looking to the bed and avoiding meeting your mom's eyes. Regretted coming here in the first place.

Andrea rubbed your hand: - "I'm guessing it has to do with Taylor's message?"

You looked up at her and tears just started to fall down your cheeks.

- "This is all my fault" you said crying.

- "It is not" Andrea said.

- "It is! If I wouldn't have relapsed, Taylor wouldn't have either"

Andrea took a deep breath, a sad look on her face. - "It's not that simple, darling"

- "Look me in the eye and tell me that this hasn't affected or triggered Taylor" you said looking straight at your mom's blue eyes.

Andrea couldn't lie to you. But she knew that this was more complicated than how your brain was portraying it. She hated how sad and guilty you were feeling right now. She grabbed both of your hands into hers: - "It has affected her. Maybe even triggered her, but it's not your fault. You don't want her to hurt, you are not purposely doing this, are you? You shook your head immediately. She continued: - "She's very worried, we all are, and just like you usually deal with uncomfortable feelings by taking out on food and your body, sometimes she does the same too"

You cried harder and your mom hugged you tightly, kissed your head and then pulled away a bit: - "You do you right now. You did the right thing by coming here and looking for help. Want to sleep here?" You nodded and wiped your tears away. The she continued: - "The best way to help Taylor is to focus on your recovery, okay? Keep going to your appointments, keep eating what you're supposed to and ask for help when the voices get loud. We can call Taylor tomorrow and tell her how you're feeling about her decision"

You nodded and thanked her, then let your body collapse on her bed and as exhaustion hit you, fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile Taylor kept awaking and rolling in bed, thinking about her doctor's appointment. At 7am Tree knocked gently on the guest's room door where Taylor was, and the blonde let her in. She was already awake, but still lying in bed, she had woken up about 30 minutes ago.

- "Morning! How are you?" The redhead said showing her a cup of coffee. Taylor sat up and gratefully took it.

- "Fine" she replied. Then she noticed that Tree was already dressed and neatly ready. - "What time did you wake up? How come you see me looking like a mess, but I never get to see you like this"

Tree laughed loudly: - "I like to shower and get ready as soon as I wake up, or at least right after breakfast. I thought that I could make breakfast while you got ready for the appointment" she shrugged, and Taylor gulped as Tree said the word "appointment". The redhead noticed and smiled softly: - "It'll be okay" she said reassuring Taylor. Once Taylor had finished her coffee, Tree said she was going to be downstairs prepping breakfast while Taylor got ready.