Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 29

A/N: Can we get this chapter to 10 comments? Your comments always make my day :)
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Two weeks later

HARRY'S POV

I've been thinking about bringing Taylor to see a psychologist.

It's just that she's constantly emotionally unstable and scared of people. I want her to get better. And the only way for her to get better is to let her talk about it to someone professional. It would be better for her to let all her fears out. I really can't stand to watch her this broken anymore.

I'm also not really sure if she's beginning to show signs of depression? I googled the symptoms of depression and Taylor seemed to have almost every one.

She still thinks that the baby's alive and she's constantly waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes Taylor says that the "baby" was crying and that she needed to take care of it, or sometimes she'd wake up because of a nightmare.

I asked her about her nightmares a few days ago. I realized she always has the exact same nightmare every night. It would be Sam beating her over and over again, then forcing her to pleasure him.

This isn't healthy for her body...she's going through too much stress. On a happier note however, the bruises on her body are fading and her eye seems to be getting better.

I've decided to put a big piece of gauze with surgical tape to protect her eye from getting infected. Everyday I'd change the dressing and put some more antiseptic lotion around her eye before putting a new piece of gauze. It proved to be quite a good method...Taylor complained that it was a little uncomfortable but at least it protected her eye.

"HARRY!"

My thoughts were cut off by Taylor letting out a blood curling scream and immediately sitting up. I sat up and held onto her trembling arms.

"Hey hey...I'm right here.."

She turned to her left to look at me and jumped into my arms.

"H- he got me...a- again.."

Taylor sobbed as she hugged onto me for dear life. I rubbed her back in attempts to calm her down.

"Shh...it wasn't real..okay?"

When I didn't get a reply, I pulled back slightly and used my finger to lift her chin up.

"It wasn't real...you're safe in my arms."

"O- okay.."

Taylor sniffled and buried her head in my chest. It took me awhile of rocking her back and forth gently before I felt her grip on my torso loosen, indicating that she was dosing off.

"I don't wanna sleep...I don't wanna..."

I heard Taylor mumble softly. I knew she was afraid to fall back asleep.

"I know you're tired...go to sleep Tay.."

She shook her head quickly. Soon I felt tears making a part of my shirt wet and I frowned.

"Babe...what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"N- no..once I close my e- eyes I start to feel Sam b- beating me...I'm really trying m- my best to sleep. I r- really am."

She said anxiously and I nodded, wiping tears off her face.

"Relax Taylor...take a deep breath. Remember that whatever you feel isn't real, it's not going to happen to you again.."

I gave her a smile. Hopefully that made her calm down slightly. I took a glance at the clock and it was already 2am...Taylor always wakes up around this time. It's become a routine that I'm used to. And it's sad actually. I really wanted her to get some sleep.