Taylor swift fanfic ~ adopted

Adopted ~ chapter 10

- Taylor

I was about to cry and I knew it. I tried to hold it back, I didn't want Ellie to see me like this. I felt a tear ran down my cheek. As if things weren't bad enough already. I was so nervous I began to shake. I looked down at her big blue eyes trembling, looking up at me. She was the world to me, how could I of let this happen? I looked into her blue eyes as I tried to hold back more tears. I could see a tear running down her cheek, it reminded me of the blood dripping down her arm onto the floor. They didn't think she was going to make it she'd lost so much blood. How could I ever live with myself then. If she hadn't been at my tour, if I hadn't adopted, her none of this would of happened. I could still see the look in her eyes as she fell to the ground. The scream as he pulled the trigger. The way she would risk her own life to protect me. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to protect her, not let her die trying to save me. What if they took her away? What if they thought I couldn't look after her anymore? I could never live with myself then. Why did this have to happen to her? Why couldn't it of been me instead.

- Ellie

I had to do it. I know she wishes I hadn't, I can see it in her eyes. But she doesn't understand. Everyone loves her, everyone cares about her, no one even knows who I am. If I died maybe a couple of people would cry, it might even go on the news 'Taylor swifts adopted daughter shot at concert' something like that I don't really know. Anyway no one would really care, a couple of people might see it and maybe feel sorry for me but it wouldn't be the end of the world. But if Taylor died there would be panic everywhere. Everyone LOVES Taylor, she has so many fans and she can't even walk down the street without being asked for an autograph or to take a selfie with someone. She's like the centre of the universe to everyone, and I'm just me. She doesn't understand it but I had to do it. She should be happy anyway no one got truly hurt. I mean yeah I got shot but at least they weren't spraying bullets at everyone in the crowd, shooting everyone in sight. She didn't even get hurt.

I looked up at her, trying so hard to hold back tears, fighting with everything she had. I'm glad I did what I did but I feel awful about it. I feel awful for her. She may be the centre of the universe to everyone else. But to Taylor I'm the centre of the universe, nothing seems to matter to her anymore apart from me, and singing of course but you know what I mean. I squeezed her hand, smiling up at her like it didn't even matter. I didn't even mind, I just wanted to protect her.

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When we finally got out of the hospital Taylor had arranged for a HUGE limousine to be waiting outside. She picked me up into her arms and carried me outside where it was waiting for us. She was struggling to carry me that far, especially in her heals, and at one point I was sure she would drop me as we would both go crashing to the ground, but it didn't happen. She opened the door and put me down inside the seat before quickly running round the other side as getting in. We danced the whole way back and that's all there really is to say. We just turned the radio on and danced like are lives depended on it.