Misery Business (Sequel to Never Let This Go) *Paramore*

Chapter Nine: Just Words

Hayley's P.O.V.

Once finished, he throws his clothes really quickly on and leaves me half naked in the bathroom, trying to stop crying. I take a long shower and scrub every part of me as if it'll make the disgust I have go away. At least the sweat and most of him is gone. The way he touched me still lingers, though.

I throw some clothes on and walk silently to the bus, no longer crying. No longer showing any type of emotion whatsoever. I only smile a fake smile at a passing man who works at this venue.

As soon as I get to the tour bus, I walk straight past Jeremy and Taylor and into my bunk on the top. I don't want to do anything right now, I just want to stay here and do nothing but listen to music. So that's what I do. I plug my ear buds into my phone and put it on shuffle. I close the curtain and face the wall, hoping no one will talk to me.

After about an hour, Jeremy opens the curtain. "Are you okay up there?" he asks kindly. I don't answer though, hoping he'll take the hint. "Did something happen?" I'm still facing the wall, and I let a silent tear slip. When I don't answer, there is a good amount of silence between us and even Taylor who is probably on the couch still. "Hayley I know you don't want to talk but if you tell me I might be able to help,"

I stay silent again and hear the curtain close. "Can you talk to her?" I hear Jeremy ask Taylor softly. My music is paused now.

"I'm the last person she would want to talk to," Taylor responds in a hushed voice. He sounds a little...hurt when he says it. Almost as if he is admitting it to himself. To be completely honest, I miss him a lot. I would want to talk to him but it wouldn't be right.

"That isn't true I know it isn't," Jeremy explains to him sounding hopeful.

"Yes it is," he says even more quietly. I bet they think I'm blasting music right now. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want them to show me sympathy. I don't want anyone to even look at me right now. I know I was trying seriously hard to be positive and came back a wreck, but I can't talk about this right now, especially with my ex-boyfriend.

Eventually I hear a sigh and someone opens my curtain. Most likely Taylor. "I know you don't want to see me right now. I get it," he tells me. "I'm always going to be here though, no matter what. Jeremy will be too. I know we've been through a lot, and you deserve a lot better than me, but whatever happened deserves to be talked about. If you don't it'll make it worse," I feel him fix a strand of my hair and I feel a little calmer by his actions.

I wake up at 2:43 in the afternoon. I still haven't even moved since last night. I don't want to, but I know I have to because we have things we need to do. I pull myself up and get out of the bunk, pulling some shorts and a tank out, moving toward the bathroom. Jeremy is still sleeping, but Taylor is in the back of the bus practicing.

I apply my makeup, covering the red mark on my cheek, fix me hair, and slowly move toward my bunk again. "Hayley," I hear a voice call. Taylor's voice. I turn to face him, who is standing just a few feet away. "Can we talk?" he asks me gently. I sigh and slowly nod, knowing I can't avoid it for forever. We walk to the back lounge area and sit across from each other. "Are you okay?" he asks me gently.

"No," I whisper looking at the ground.

"What happened last night?" Before I answer, I hesitate. I wait a moment before deciding I need to tell someone.

"He came back," I say quietly. "He raped me again," Taylor doesn't say anything, he just sits next to me and pulls me into a hug. I bury my face in his shoulder and let a silent tear slip once again. Taylor knows what I mean by what I told him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers into my hair. At this point, I start to break down in Taylor's arms, shaking and crying.

"I just wanted to be happy," I whisper into his chest. As if a magical fairy can fly to me and grant me three wishes. Right.

"You will be happy, Hayley, I promise," he tells me calmingly. "Soon," I soon pull away though at look at him through my tears.

"How do you know?" I ask him. Not in a sarcastic way, but in a curious, more desperate way.

"You're Hayley Williams. Hayley Williams always finds a way through the darkness. I don't know why that is. It's probably because she's stronger than she thinks that she is, but she gets through. She's never failed," he tells me in a hushed voice, fixing a strand of hair that's fallen in front of my eyes.

"Thanks, T," I say with a small smile. He smiles back at me and Jeremy walks in.

"What did I miss?" he asks sitting down dressed and ready to go.

"Hayley, did you eat anything at all?" Taylor asks me.

"No," I say quietly. "I'm not hungry,"

"Please eat. If not for me then for you," he asks of me, Jeremy not saying anything.

"Okay, I will," I say with a sigh in defeat. I leave to eat an apple, and that's it. An apple.

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Taylor's P.O.V.

"Do you have any idea how much see cares about you?" Jeremy asks me quietly. Sure she cares, she just doesn't love me the way I love her. I comforted her because no one else was here to do it instead. "It didn't take it a lot for her to agree. She's cares about you, she just needs to care about herself, now,"

"She cares, she just doesn't love me like I love her," I explain.

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I'm SO ready to add some serious lovey dovey problems in here...

WOW THAT WAS SHORT!