I Should've Known

Chapter Three - Puzzled.

Chapter Three: Puzzled.

“Meredith, come here,” Taylor whispered as silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks, kneeling on the floor with her palms open. Meredith the cat mewed softly before heading towards her mistress. Taylor brushed her tears away with her knuckles and then took her pet cat with her on the maroon couch that she had in her dressing room.

She tickled the back of Meredith’s ears and ran her fingers on its fur, making the cat to purr quietly once again. Taylor smiled a little as she watched her grey cat snuggle comfortably on her lap and slowly drifting into sleep. But the small smile on her face was suddenly gone when she had remembered the exact words that Harry had told her on that night when they broke up.

‘God, Taylor, shut the fuck up! You are not me, alright? I can do whatever the hell I want to do! So stop with all the meddling and all that nonsense. You have no fucking right to rule my life, do you hear that?!’

‘What would you do? You might as well chain me if you want to be with me all the time, you self-centred and desperate bitch! I am no one’s property!’

‘Quit the bitching, Taylor Swift. We’re over, got it? We’re over. I’m bored and through with you!’ 

All those midnight phone calls and late-night texts all ended just because of one, heated argument. All the ‘I love you’s and holding hands and dates and kisses all ended just because Taylor told Harry that she was starting to get jealous of other girls who were fawning over him. But then, instead on consoling her and reassuring her that things would be okay, he got mad at her.

Taylor could still vividly remember what she looked like when Harry broke up with her. With smeared make-up, a mixture of tears and mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks, her lips slightly agape due to shock, and her eyes wide. She knew that she looked so embarrassing—and she thought that there might be even some snot on her face somewhere—but she didn’t mind. She was just too shocked to say anything or even move.

But before she could even comprehend what she was doing, she found her arm moving swiftly towards him, and with a loud ‘Smack!’, she realized that her palm had collided with his cheek, and she could only gasp in horror of what she had done as she watched his head face the side as if it had been in slow motion.

Taylor wanted to apologize immediately after that, but she stopped herself. For her, somewhere in the deepest part of her mind, a tiny voice was telling her that it was her last revenge. After everything that he had done to her, after all those hurtful words that Harry screamed at her, she had finally done something to him that he would never forget. His ego had been wounded, at last.

But then, Taylor knew that she was also wounded. Her heart was broken, and she had no idea on how it would be mended. All she knew was that she was one of those poor, stupid girls that he fallen into his trap. She was just a new notch on his belt, and that was all it would ever be.

Silent and sad tears had flowed from her eyes as she reminisced that horrible night. Meredith began purring again, looking up at her mistress, as if she was trying to comfort her. Taylor quickly wiped her tears away, smiling sadly down at her pet. “I’m sorry, Meredith. I just couldn’t forget about him yet,” she whispered to the cat, her voice cracking. “It’s just so difficult.”

The grey cat continued meowing, her eyes gazing on her mistress’ sad orbs. It was as if it was telling her, or maybe even begging her, “Please don’t be sad anymore.”

“If only it was that easy to get over Harry, Meredith,” Taylor sighed, slightly frowning as she stared back at Meredith. “If only it was that easy.”