Last Christmas

The Devastating Night

~Taylor POV~

  I call, but he won't answer. I try my best to hold back my anger and remain calm, but it is difficult. I sort of give up on Grant and decide to drive myself to the party. I don't plan on drinking there, so getting home after shouldn't be a problem. I get my car keys and walk to my car. I open the door and am about to get in, when an old photograph tumbles out and lays face up on the cold ground. I pick it up and immediately start getting flashbacks of the past. The good old times. When Grant did what he promised to do, without forgetting or having to be reminded. I sure do miss those times.

  I may be mistaken, but Grant seems to be distancing himself from me these past few weeks. I tried to ignore it because the times I actually got to spend with him were priceless. I wouldn't exchange those precious moments with Grant for anything! A slight wind blows and I begin to shiver. If Grant were with me, he would've wrapped his warm protective arm around me. If Grant were with me.. That's pretty much all I can think about. Ever since we've started dating, we've been almost inseparable. Ever since we've met, we've spent most of our time together. Practicing, touring, performing, hanging out.. I'm not used to being without him for so long.

  I start my car and pull out of the garage. I don't know any of the truth yet, but i already want to just sit here and cry myself to sleep. Though it is highly unlikely, I just can't bear thinking of the possibility of Grant betraying me. I turn on the radio for company, but it doesn't provide me with much comfort. Suddenly, the play You Belong With Me and joyful sounds of the song written for my biggest crush ever fill the lonely car. I can't help but sing along. Just hearing the song makes me fall in love with him all over again. Something in my heart tells me our love is wrong and not meant to be, but I ignore this warning. So what if he forgot to pick me up tonight? He's Grant and I love him with all my heart and I'll forgive him. We'll continue living and loving as if nothing ever happened. For some reason, I begin to have doubts as I think these thoughts. Some doesn't just forget to pick up the person they love. Well, unless they're already preoccupied with something or someone else. I struggle to force these assumptions out of my mind, but they won't go away.

"Grant is not a cheater!" I scream at the deserted street. I try to sound confident, but my voice contains some uncertainty. 

It's strange how just one song can bring back so many memories and can give a person new thoughts and ideas about past events.

I carefully drive to the party site and recognize Grant's car in the driveway. I slam down on the breaks and my car skids to a halt.

"No, no, no," I whimper quietly. "How is this even happening?"

I stay in my car and just listen to the various noises coming from inside the house. I hear cheering, laughter. It seems like they're having a good enough time without me, so why don't I go home? It's not like they've noticed my absence. I think I hear the faint sound of Grant shouting something excitedly. Has he seen me? Is he glad that I'm here? Absolutely not. I turn my head in the direction of the house and my heart fills with sorrow. They're playing Spin The Bottle. One person spins it and then they get to kiss whoever the bottle is facing once it stops spinning. My suspicions have been correct. He has found himself another lover. I see Grant make out with some girl I've never seen in my life, and I assume that this isn't the first time they've kisses. For how long has he been dating that bitch behind my back? From the look on Grant's face, I could tell that he was really enjoying me.

  Just then, he notices my car and our eyes meet. In his eyes I can see guilt and also happines;, in mine he can see a heart, broken beyond repair.

I break eye contact and stomp on the gas. My car scratches his as it speeds away. I don't look back. Not even once.

  And that was the last I ever saw of Grant Mickelson, my ex-soulmate, ex-best friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-guitarist, ex-happiness. I have never felt truly content since then and I don't know if I ever will.