My 3rd Try With The 3rd Basemen| Kris Bryant

14| Conversations

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Kris's POV

I can't believe she was in the hospital. It wasn't like when she would scrape her knee, it was worse.

Much worse.

I started crying, a lot. Taylor sat in the chair next to her bed, and sat down her purse. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, just a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special.

I keeled down by her side and continued to cry. It really was the deep things that pulled a relationship closer. I trusted her enough to help me get through my problems. I  wasn't there long before Taylor put a hand on my shoulder.

"I should go, I'm going to walk I need some fresh hair." I nodded and she smiled sympathetically, and walked out the door. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked out the door though.

Why would she be crying? It's my sister.

My mom rushed me out, it was getting very late and I needed to get home to Wrigley. My cat, obviously.

I started to drive home, very shook. I started to some out before I saw Taylor. I forgot her house was awhile away. I pulled up next to her. She stopped and sighed, shrugging at me before walking up to the window.

"Do you want a ride?" She nodded, she wasn't crying, maybe she had gotten over whatever it was.

Whatever it was.

We sat in silence not listening to any music, not asking any questions, even though I had a thousand right now. I am not strong right now, I need to know everything, I need to know the truth.

Truth.

I am not happy. She isn't either, she's hiding something. I was pondering on it but I'm not going to ask right now.

"Bye." She said, getting out of the car.

She's bothered by something.

She walked up to her apartment complex door and looked back at me with a sorry face. When she noticed I was looking she whipped her head around and walked in the door.

Taylor's POV

I felt bad about leaving him like that. He deserved better in his state of mind. Maybe he guessed I was upset. If he knew me well enough, he knew I was lying.

I had to, I had no other choice. No body ever knew me enough to care. Well besides my parents and my brothers. But they never got me personally, you know what I mean?

I sighed when I unlocked my door and my chocolate lab ran up and kissed me.

"Hello my beautiful puppy." I said in my puppy dog voice, feeling better than before. My parents already knew, they heard on the news. They knew I went with Kris. They knew it was his sister.

I was really tired, but dirty. I grabbed gym shorts and an old t-shirt and got in the shower. I was crushed inside, mentally and physically. Tired and tired.

After I got out I didn't even bother to blow dry my hair. I went to bed, too tired to function.

Another long night. I checked my phone before I played down and I had a text message.

K- I know you lied to me, it's obvious.

I hope he wasn't mad. Maybe he knew I had a reason.

(573 Words)

A/N

I am still very sick and have little energy to write a lot. Bear with me a big chapters coming soon. -Kari