You stood in a dark alley way, back pressed up against the wall. Tears were streaming down your face and you felt nauseous. 'Please God tell me this isn't happening to me. Taylor wouldn't do this to me.' But the fact in reality was, he did. You could hear him from the apartment balcony yelling for you, and he seemed afraid. Probably because of the fact he knew what he had done. He knew he was going to loose you. Finally he found you, but you didn't move from your previous spot. Sitting down beside you, he looked defeated. His eyes were red and it was like he was shocked of his own actions. "Please, Y/N don't leave. I know I've screwed up, big time. You might never forgive me, and I understand, bu-". You cut him off, and all hell broke loose inside of you. "Do you understand who I just caught you with?! My sister Taylor. My OWN sister. After everything, all my love I've given to you, your fans, and everyone else, this is what you do to me?" He looked like a lost puppy begging for forgiveness, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't. "You stared at him for a good minute while he wouldn't even look you in the eyes. "I feel sick." You tell him as you run back into the apartment. It seemed as if your sister had already ran off, but you didn't care. You couldn't even think straight, and the room was spinning. You sat in the bathroom for hours. Not moving, barely breathing, or thinking. Finally you stood up, unlocked the door, and started packing your suitcase. Taylor was standing on the balcony with his head in his hands. This was it. You were leaving. You grabbed your coat, shoes, suitcase, and phone, slamming the door behind you. Taylor was still standing outside. The last words you managed to say to him were, "You're dead to me." And you walked off never to see him again.
