Walking Straight

Chapter 21

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RHETT'S POV: 

Nicole grips my hand tightly as we stare at the front door of our house. Her eyes are blank, he nails dig into my knuckles. 

"They'll understand." I say simply, giving her small hand a squeeze. 

"But what if they don't.." her voice barely above a whisper. 

"They will."

TAYLOR'S POV:

My father scribbles his signature onto the last of the paperwork and turns to face me. I keep a glaring eye contact. 

"Ready?" 

"I need to say goodbye first. Give me a few minutes." Without waiting for a response I turn on my heel and stalk to off to find Jacob. It's strange to see him in clothes other than the blue scrubs. He wears black and white printed skinny jeans and a grey cut-of tank top. His tattoos show more than ever, the bands on his arm stark against his skin. Now that his shoulders show, I see that the tattoos don't stop there. On his left shoulder, rectangles and squares are placed for all to see. I wonder if someday I will know the meaning of them all. 

"Jacob." I call. He is taking his car keys from the secretary when he hears me calling. 

"Hey, glad you came, you need  my number right?" His tone is gentle and sincere as he slaps a paper into my palm and tugs me into a long hug. 

"Call me whenever you need it. If you need to vent, talk in person, a shoulder to cry on, just have a good time, I'm here, alright? Just call and I will make time for you, I swear." He mumbles into my ear, giving my shoulders a tight squeeze. 

"Thank you so much, and the same for you, okay? anything you need. Just call, text, yell, whatever." 

We exchange more goodbyes and I go into the car with my father, while Jacob takes his own car back home. On the way to Denver, all Dad talks about is how much he's missed me. I know I shouldn't let him get to me, becuase everything he has said so far is bullshit. 

Taylor, you know I never meant any of that.

I really do hope you will be okay. 

I just want a do-over.

I'm done with all of that, I swear.

All he has said to me is thrown out the window, as I keep the volume of my music as high as possible, no matter how many times he says "I can hear your music, you know". 

Soon I can't take the lonliness anymore and pick up my phone to text Jacob. 

Me- When can I visit you? I hate my dad i can tell I'm going to need a place to stay and I need to find one, soon. 

Jacob- You can come see me in a couple days. I will be moving back into my apartment on the CU Boulder campus, and if you need a place to stay, I have an extra room, my roommate moved out when I left. 

Me- That has seriously been the best news I've gotten today. You're the best, I will definitely take you up on that offer. 

Jacob- Yeah no problem just figure it out and let me know :) 

I set the phone back in my lap and smile into the window, planning my future on the Boulder campus. As soon as I could, I would get away from my dad and try to forget about everything I have caused.