Why Me? (the gaga diaries)

Eighty-Five

Chapter 85-diary entry 35(still)

"Amy, my baby.. My baby girl.. I.." Gaga's teary eyes searched mine for a long time. "He-He raped you.. And George saw and didn't do anything about it?" I winced and looked away. She pulled my face back so our eyes met again, "You were thirteen.. And he.. Amy.." I didn't know what to say either, but unlike Gaga I wasn't going to try to say anything. She stared at me forever, millions of emotions crossing her face. "I thought him beating you was unimaginable but this.. I am just so sorry baby." I shook my head, burying my face in her hand that was still cupping my cheek. "It happened two years ago.. It's not something that I think about daily anymore, but talking about it causes me to relive it and I.." My voice faded out as I shuttered a bit. "Those nightmares that I get.. They're usually about that." She finally let go of my face, and pulled me into her, rocking softly. I could feel her breath hitch every time we went back. "Gaga.. You have to lay down." I pleaded. She nodded and laid back, pulling me with her. "I never want to let you go." She whispered. I snuggled close to her, careful to avoid her ribs. We laid in silence, but Gaga continued to cry. Every once in a while she would break out into a slight panic attack, but always quickly got it under control. After a while Taylor came back in, and stopped at the sight of Gaga's hysteria."Oh god.. What happened.." He asked, taking a cautious step forward. Gaga wiggled into a sitting position, and looked down at me, "Amy finally came clean about something.." Gaga said with a strained voice. He looked at me, a crease forming in his forehead. "And that is?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Tay," she squeaked, "Chase raped her. George saw, and he didn't do anything about it." I winced again, and slowly looked up to see Taylor's eyes shoot open and him look at me. "What?!" He yelled, standing up briskly. "When?!" Gaga tried to sit up again, "It was two years ago, bu-" He slammed his fist down on the tray next to the bed, causing a spoon to fly across the room. "I'm going to kill him. I'm done, this is fucking insane." Gaga shook her head, "Tay, calm down. We all know it's better to just let it be. He's in custody, he'll be convicted-" "No, Stef. He doesn't need to just be put behind bars. He needs to pay for this shit. Not to mention Chase, that little shit. He isn't behind bars! He's still around. They both need to pay." Taylor walked over to me and hugged me tightly for a moment, then grabbed his coat off of the couch. "Where are you going?" Gaga asked nervously. "To kill this son of a bitch." He replied. I hopped off of the bed and ran after him, "No! Don't. Seriously, let the police handle it!" He shrugged me off and kept walking. "Taylor!" Gaga yelled, starting to unhook her ivs. I didn't register what she was doing until it was too late. She slipped off of the bed, and was trying to chase after Taylor, wheezing with every step. Taylor turned back just in time to see her collapse on the ground. "Dammit Stefani!" He yelled, running back over.

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