Adopted by Taylor Swift

Never Grow Up

Chapter 8

Taylor POV

I was crushed, I didn't know how to respond and I didn't think I wanted to.  I didn't know what to do next.

We were sitting in the car on the way to the airport.  It was dead silent, Bridg hadn't said anything and honestly I didn't want her to. I don't want to know why she said the things she did. And to make it worst that it was a live show.

I searched the video on YouTube; it had already gotten 500,000 views. Bridget got more and more hate in every tweet, every comment and every post.

YOU'RE the horrible person!!

You wish you as good as a person as Taylor. Fuck off.

Why are you even here? You could fall off the face of the earth and no one would care.

Taylor should just leave you on the side of the road. Slut.

These things were horrible, but I don't think she's seen them yet because she hasn't reacted. We got to the airport and Bridget told me that she was going to the bathroom; I nodded and pulled out my phone to dial my mom.

"Taylor, I saw the show. Are you okay?"

"Mom what do I do?" I was sobbing.

"Taylor, it is okay. She's going to be okay and so are you, just talk to her.  Tell her how you feel, get to know her as her mom. Not a friend. Though you are closer to her age she really needs a mother and a supportive role model.  Be there for her. Tell her about yourself and connect with her Tay. She is so young, Let her know that you were disappointed but you would rather talk this out now than never. But I've got to go honey, the cookies are done.  I love you so much and good luck. She shouldn't have to grow up just yet."

"I love you too mom, thank you."

Just then; a tune came into my head

Oh darling don't you ever grow up.

I wrote that into my phone and a little tune into a voice memo.  I haven't written anything for a while since I've been with Bridget. I don't know what it was I just never felt inspired-

"Ready to go?" Bridget quietly interrupted my thoughts. She was acting really shy; I think it was because she was scared.

5 hours later we land in Nashville. I had the tune in my head all the way on the plane. I had to get into the studio, I had to sing it and get it down. I just had to.

We walk into the house "Bridget, I am so sorry I really, really want to talk to you. But, I have to go to the studio, I have this tune in my head please just wait here and we will talk but, let me just do this real quick."

"okay."

Bridget POV

I was alone for a while; I finally turned on my phone back on, and it just blew up.

YOU'RE the horrible person!!

You wish you as good as a person as Taylor. Fuck off.

Why are you even here? You could fall off the face of the earth and no one would care.

Taylor should just leave you on the side of the road. Slut.

You should feel like shit, who are you anyway?

Do people even care about you? Doubt it.

You don't deserve Taylor. You could die and still not deserve her.

Maybe they were right, maybe people wouldn't really care.  I am a horrible person; Taylor is too good to me. I shouldn't be alive. It hurts me to think that no one in this world wants me, which I guess makes sense since I really am a horrible person.

As. I read more about how horrible of a person I am, I become conflicted with my thoughts, did Taylor even want me here? Do I deserve to be on this earth? Why would so many people hate me for telling the truth? Do I even like myself?

I didnt want to think anymore, I only wanted to drown in the sorrow the world has created for me. Making my way up the stairs, I walked into Taylors bathroom. There was the normal toiletries, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, tooth brush, but something caught my attention. Valium, the medication to help with anxiety. Of all things, I didn't think Taylor would have anxiety. Without another thought I grabbed the bottle and poured out all of the contents in my hand. The bottle of tequila sits perfectly in my other hand, helping it guide the pills down my throat.

The taste of tequila is something I've never been accustomed to, but it's the fastest thing to fuck you up. I grabbed the next thing I needed, her razor. The small cuts turned into big bloody messes, dripping to the floor.

I went back down stairs with the razor and sat on the floor, things became dizzy and I couldn't seem to see straight. I went to my left arm for the last straw; as I went to penetrate my skin, I started to fall over bringing the razor with me, leaving a large gap on my arm.  Things started to become dark, and clouded. I felt myself drifting away farther and farther, I couldn't take control of my body anymore; and then everything turned to black.

Taylor's POV

I was just pulling into the driveway; I was so excited to show Bridget the new song, I called it Never Grow Up, pointing towards her. It felt so amazing to get back into the studio, I felt another record coming on and I was more than excited to show Bridget.

I walked into the door, taking my coat off "Bridg I'm home! I have to show you something! I think you'll like it!!"

She didn't answer, was she still sad about what happened?  I know I forgot to talk to her about the show. "Bridget?? Are you still mad? I'm sorry can we please talk abo-"

I stop in an instant, looking at the blood the surrounds my daughter. She's not moving, her chest isn't rising or falling, "please God no."

Let me know what you think.

Also there will be some songs that Taylor has already published since it's an A.U.  but I am going to act like they haven't been so they fit into the story.

What do you think of Taylor growing out her bangs??