The look on his face from last night came back. The clear coat of the tear drops locked in his eyes, made his ocean eyes shine. He swallowed hard before answering.
"I just wanted it to be over ," he finally said in a scratchy voice.
"What did you do? How did all this start?" Jack J. exclaimed.
"I just quit, that's all!" He replied, "I was being treated like a dog! I was being used! I hated it! And I hated living a lie!," he continued.
"Nash, this isn't a fucking movie! Stop being so fucking dramatic and just tell us what you did!!" Matt yelled.
Nash didn't a answer.
Carter noticed the hesitation on Nash's face and said, "Nash this isn't about you! People are getting hurt! Taylor could be hurt! We need to fix this!"
He finally started to speak, "Last night I tr---," his explanation got interrupted by an extremely aggressive knocking on the door. The person was knocking as if their goal was to knock the door down. They didn't say anything, they just knocked. My heart felt like it started to beat off of my chest. None of us moved a muscle. Bravery isn't an instinct. We were scared. It could be anyone.
"OPEN THE DOOR! NOW!" The voice outside finally screamed.
"It's Taylor!" Aaron sprinted to the door. Taylor dragged himself in with a baseball bat in his clenched in his hand as soon as Aaron pulled the door open. The right side of his face was a mixture of purple and blue. His hair was soaking wet from his sweat, and his red, patterned bandanna barely hung off his head. His lips moved as if he was trying to say something, but it was as if he already used up all of his energy trying to get us to open the door. He was having a hard time catching up to his breath. All this time we were too shocked to do anything, so we just stood and watched him, waiting for him to compose a sentence, waiting for him to ask one of us to do something like get a ice pack, we just watched him. We watched as his knees went weak and fell to the ground.
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6 Hours ( A Nash Grier Fan-Fic / Features All Magcon Boys)
FanfictionAfter a war with her thoughts, she left her hotel room at 2 o'clock in the morning to clear her mind by sitting by the pool. Could an unexpected appearance change it all? Could 6 hours be enough?
