Growing Up |TAYVIN (Sequel To AWRFT) *discontinued*

18. Rush Of Nausea

*Taylor's POV*

"He did what?", I ask, not really processing what I had just heard.

Adam avoids my gaze, before speaking again.

"He killed himself. I'm not going to tell you exactly how he did it, because you don't need to know, but it was pretty gruesome", Adam says, sitting up and pulling me in for a hug.

"We're not telling Ellie", I mumble into his chest.

"Absolutely not, she won't even understand. I wouldn't wish death on anybody, no matter what they did, but him being gone also means that Ellie is completely safe now", he says, rubbing my back.

"I know", I say, taking a deep breath in.

"Do you want to talk about it?", Adam asks gently, kissing the side of my head.

"There's nothing to talk about, he's dead. Let's not speak of him ever again, he was a monster", I say, sighing as I get out of bed.

"Where are you going, babe?", he asks, frowning when he sees me heading towards the door.

"I'm just going to get Ellie from her bed. I want her close to me tonight", I whisper.

I open the door to Ellie's bedroom, and see her fast asleep, sprawled out on top of the sheets, clutching Mikey, her stuffed sheep.

I carefully lift her up and she rests her head on my shoulder, not waking from her slumber.

She was really quite light for a seven year old, and weighed no more than about 40 pounds, so I carried her with ease back to our bedroom.

Adam smiles softly when he sees me carry her in, and scoots over so that I can lay her down in the middle of the bed.

I gently place her in between the two of us, along with Mikey, and I get in on the other side of her.

She starts to stir, and her blue eyes shoot open, her expression making it apparent that she was confused by her surroundings.

"You're okay, honey. You're in Mommy and Daddy's room, go back to sleep, okay?", I say, kissing her forehead gently.

She nods and yawns, muttering something inaudible, before drifting off to sleep again.

"Everything's good, babe", Adam says, rubbing my arm.

"Yeah, everything's good", I whisper.

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"Mommy!", Luke screams, as Selena opens the door.

"Hi, babies!", I say, lifting Luke into my arms and bending down to kiss the top of Noah's head.

"We painted pictures, Mommy", Noah says excitedly, taking my hand and dragging me into the kitchen, where there is paint all over the table.

"Oh my gosh, Sel, your table is destroyed!", I say, as I take in the mess that lays before my eyes.

"It's okay, it's washable", she chuckles, as I set Luke down and give her a hug.

"Thanks for watching the boys", I whisper.

"You're so welcome, they were no trouble at all! How did it go?", she asks quietly, referring to the talk we had with Ellie.