Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

20 | Missing You

{tw!!! mentions of abuse}
[Taylor]

Once Zac explains his reasoning for texting me, I decide to call him. I need to, that'll be easiest for speaking. Sometimes, though rare, speaking on the phone is better than texting.

"Hey Taylor, what's up, dude?" Zac speaks calmly, sounding as if we weren't already in the middle of a conversation.

"Uh, this whole thing with Baylie? That's what's up, maybe?" my tone of voice alone makes it evident that I'm far from calm. Even if he couldn't understand the words I spoke, he had to be able to tell I was not calm.

"That's right, that makes sense. Okay, she texted me last night. That was weird, because I don't recall ever even giving her my number. I didn't have her number saved, but she had mine. Anyway," he continues, "she asked about you, asked where you were. She wanted to patch things up with you. I don't know why she's doing this, your relationship was years ago and was very brief." Like I don't know all of this already.

"What did she say, other than that?" I question my former friend, pacing back and forth within my living room. I'm not good with being around Baylie. After I dumped her, she made an effort to make my life a living hell.

"I knew you had gone overseas to play, so I told her that. I told her that you and I aren't close anymore but for some reason, she didn't seem to believe me."

"Did you give her my number?" I ask, stopping the walking back and forth within my room.

"Well..." is all the other man says, and I sigh. I know that means yes.

"Dammit, Zac," I exclaim. In response, I earn some odd stuttering that seems like him attempting to make up some sort of excuse.

"Well, I, you know, she would've somehow found it eventually. At least now you've gotten a warning," he attempts to defend himself.

"Bye," I say along with a sigh, ending the call. Fuckin' Zac.

Let me explain why I cannot stand being around her. In the time where we were an official couple, she was definitely abusive and manipulative towards me. But when I threatened to leave her, she used her manipulative ways to keep me around. So I wasted half a year on that.

The thing that is really bad is how when I'm in her presence, it's as though the bad memories are pushed to the side. Because she would make me feel important, though I now am aware that was part of her manipulation. So when with her, I feel important in the moment. I always end up giving in to her ways.

Zac thinks the reason our relationship ended, the reason I broke up with her was because of her clinginess. For the record, she was clingy. I didn't really have a problem with that, though. It was that she constantly wanted to know where I was, who I was with, etc. If I didn't tell her everything, she'd yell at me, hit me. I didn't want to tell anyone of the true reason, because I knew people would judge me. Saying I was weak for allowing a girl to hit me and hurt me in other ways. Say that I should have stood up to her.

But I could never hit her back. I could never scream at her like she would scream at me. I could never insult her, especially as constantly as she would to me.

Interrupting me from my thoughts, my phone vibrates in my lap. I flip it over, so the screen faces me.

Unknown Number: Hey Tay. It's Baylie. Haven't talked in a while, get back to me (:

One second I'm thinking of how terribly she treated me, and now here I am. Here I am, grinning as I read her manipulative words. I don't like being called Tay, that's all. But she would always tease me with that. Adding her number into my contacts, I text back.

Taylor: Hey Baylie. Yeah, haven't talked in a long time. How've you been?

I make sure to stay all calm, even though speaking to her is oddly exciting.

I see the little bubble appear, that shows she's typing. It vanishes, after a second. Seconds later, the screen changes.

She's calling me. I pick up, bringing the phone up to speak into it.

"Hey," I murmur.

"Taylor, hey, wow. I haven't heard your voice in such a long time. It's so good to hear it again. I've really missed you, lately," she says with a sigh. My lips turn to a smile, over her words. My hold on the device tightens slightly.

"Yeah, it's been a while. How's life back home?"

"Boring, really wish you were here, though..." She trails off, using a tone of voice that just, I don't know, gets me going, for a lack of a better word. I shift in my seat.

"Things aren't too much fun here, either, surprisingly. I'm pretty sure it's gonna rain, soon. It was nice this morning, but that's changed. I don't think it would be too bad if you were here," I chuckle, resting against the back of the couch. She hums softly on the other side of the call.

"Mm, yeah. I wish I was there. Don't you miss it, Taylor?"

"Home? Of course I do. I love Nashville, and I'll probably end up visiting every chance I can." She chuckles softly, though I'm not sure why.

"No, I don't mean that. Us. Don't you miss us? Miss when I would make you feel good? I know I miss when you would make me feel good. I know I miss it," she says in a seductive tone of voice. My mouth remains open just slightly, and I shift a bit again. My pants seem to be feeling just a little tighter. Oh boy, I am no good at dirty talk. I hadn't even realized she was doing what she was doing.

"I gotta go," I say, words rushed. I end the call before she can get another word out. My cell drops to the couch. I can't do this, I can't talk to Baylie. I'm only going to end up hurt, broken. I'll fall into her trap that has no escape, I'll be stuck with her. And I cannot take that.

Well, time to privately take care of what's going on in my pants, and then reach out to a special someone. And that special someone is not Baylie, though they sure are near her.