So High School

"Cheater" (pt1)

A/N writing depressing shit because I'm depressed and miserable and crying for no reason (except I do have reasons they just don't make sense)

TW

Taylor stood in the shower, her face tilted up towards the stream as the burning water slid down her body. She relished in the burning feeling on her skin, the pain the water caused her.

Just then there was a knock at the bathroom door, jolting her from her thoughts.
"Taylor?" Came Travis's voice on the other side of the door.
"Yeah?" Taylor called back, her voice cracking. She silently cursed to herself, knowing that Travis would've heard.
"You've been a while in there, you okay?" Taylor didn't answer, she just turned off the water and stepped out onto the mat, wrapping a towel around her body.

"Tay? Can I come in?" Travis asked, knocking on the door again.
"Mhm" Taylor replied, her voice quiet. Travis opened the door, quietly stepping into the bathroom.
"Ooh, it's warm in here!" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "How hot did you have the water?" Taylor shrugged, not meeting his eyes.

"Sweetheart? You okay?" Travis tilted his head downwards, looking into her eyes. He gently rested his hands on her arms, noting the way she flinched at his touch.
"How hot was the water? Taylor, this can't be safe" he told her gently, his voice filled with worry and confusion. Her skin was pink from the heat, her body red raw from all that scrubbing. Taylor shrugged once more, looking away as Travis gently rubbed his hands over her sore skin.

"Lets get you dressed, yeah?" He suggested quietly, leading her into the bedroom. The room was completely silent as Taylor got dressed into her hoodie and joggers, only broken by the ticking of the clock.

"What's wrong? You can talk to me, you know that, right?" Travis broke the silence, sitting down on the bed.
"Nothings wrong, I'm fine" Taylor mumbled, her arms wrapped around her body.
"Taylor, some things obviously wrong. Please talk to me, you know I-"
"I said I'm fucking fine!" Taylor shouted, storming out the bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

Travis sat still on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door his girlfriend had just walked out of. He sighed, running a hand over his buzzcut. Something was obviously wrong, especially for her to snap at him like that, but he didn't want to push her to find out what it was.

After a couple of minutes he made his way downstairs, easing the door to the kitchen open. Taylor was sitting at the table, her phone in her hand. The glow from the screen lit up her face, and Travis could see her eye brows furrowed, her lip between her teeth.

Travis entered the room, walking round the table so he was behind her. She still hadn't noticed him as she sat there, anxiously pulling at the skin around her nail. Travis was about to press a kiss to her cheek, about to ask if she was okay when he caught sight of the chat that Taylor's phone was open on.

Matty Healy

"What the fuck Taylor?!" Travis yelled, making her jump and slam the phone down on the table. She turned around quickly, about to say something but Travis was faster. He grabbed the phone from the table, his eyes scanning over the only message in the chat.

Matty Healy: I had so much fun earlier princess. Remember, if you tell that boyfriend of yours nothing good will come out of it 😘

Travis felt sick as he read the message, the words burned into his mind long after he had switched off the phone.
"Travis, it's not what you think, I swear-" Taylor rushed to defend herself but Travis's eyes were steel, his mind not thinking rationally.

"Get the fuck out" he whispered menacingly, his voice laced with fear.
"No Travis, I promise-" Taylor was so close to tears, her voice thick as she pleaded with him.
"Get the fuck out!" He shouted, grabbing her arm. Taylor flinched at the contact, trying to plead as he pulled her out her seat and towards the door.
"Travis, please! Just let me explain, I promise I-" tears were pouring down her cheeks as she struggled against his grip, the front door now wide open.
"You cheated on me Taylor. Now GET THE FUCK OUT" he shoved her out the open door, slamming it shut as he tried to control his anger. He slid down the door with his head in his hands, unsure of what to do.

This was the woman he loved, the woman who he thought was the love of his life. He had never thought she was one to cheat, especially after the shit she had been through with her exes in the past. But evidently he was wrong.

He wasnt sure how much time had passed when he finally dragged himself up off the floor. As he stumbled upstairs, he couldn't help but worry where Taylor was. Out in the middle of the night, all alone... He shook those thoughts from his head, immediately replacing them with anger. She had cheated on him. She. Had. Cheated. On. Him.

He stumbled into the bedroom, flopping down into the bed. He glanced over to Taylor's side and that was when he noticed her diary, wide open on her bedside table. Curiosity took the best of him as he say up, reaching for it.

14th May 2025

Today's date. She just have written it when she got home, whilst he was still at work, Travis thought.

Today was probably the worst day of my life. I can still feel his hands all over me, his body on mine. I told him no, but he wouldn't listen. I didn't want to do it, I didn't even want to see him, but he forced me. He said that if I tell Travis there will be trouble, like proper trouble. But I need to tell someone, it's eating me up alive. I might be pregnant, I might not. And what if I am? I can't tell Travis I'm pregnant with another man's baby, can I? He'll leave me. Just like they all do. I don't know what to do, I need to talk to someone, anyone. But I can't.

Matty Healy raped me. Matty Healy fucking raped me.

A/N why is school so FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE

These fireworks will be the death of me they sound like full on bombs