Breaking Point (Sequel)

Chapter 8

Sara's POV

I decide to fix my hair and Samantha fixed my makeup with the small amount I brought with me to the hospital before Taylor comes. Currently Addison is sleeping and Harry is feeding Aiden. I must say, Harry is adjusting to being a father really well. He takes care of the twins when needed and let's me sleep. I can't help but think he's doing this because he knows he won't be around all the time when he has to do work for the band. My worst fear is the day when Harry tells me the band is going on tour again.

There is a light knocking on the door and Samantha gets up to answer it. Taylor walks in with a tired expression on his face. I adjust myself and sit straight up. The pain is slowly going away each day so that's a good sign of recovery. I could probably start walking if I wanted to but I don't really have the energy to.

"I'll be outside." Samantha says before I get the chance to say anything. She walks out of the room and leaves Harry and I alone with Taylor. I hope things don't end up like they did before. I wouldn't know what to do if Taylor runs off again.

"Hey." He said awkwardly walking into the room. He took the seat that Samantha was originally sitting in.

"Hey." I pushed the hair out of my face and took a quick glance at Harry who just finished feeding Aiden.

"How are you feeling?" He asks. This feels forced. Conversations between us shouldn't be forced like this.

"I'm feeling okay. I seem to be getting better each day. Thankfully I'll be able to go home soon." I tell him with a smile.

"When will you be able to leave? Did they give you a specific date yet?" I lift the hat on Addison's head so it doesn't cover her eyes. All of the twins clothes have been too big for them considering Addison was only 6 pounds, 13 ounces when she was born and Aiden was 6 pounds, 9 ounces.

"The average time a women stays in the hospital is about three days. The doctors said I will probably be released tomorrow."

"That's good." He replied simply. He looks down at his hands. There is silence that fills the room, apart from the quiet sounds coming from the babies. It still so weird to think that Harry and I have two healthy babies. I haven't fully realised that I'm a mum yet.

"Have you talked to mum and dad lately?" I ask him. I'm not sure if I want to hear the answer but it's too late. He nods.

"What did you talk about?"

"You don't want to know." I'm surprised by his response and it only makes me want to know more.

"Why? What did they say?" I know it isn't going to be anything good, it never is.

"I would really rather not say-"

"Taylor please." I pleaded, coming out more like a command. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"They were just complaining about how they have a right to see their grand children and stuff." He mumbled. There is no way I will ever let them come near my babies and I'm sure Harry feels the same way.

"What other stuff?" I pressed wanting to know all the things they have been saying. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Please don't make me tell you. You know they haven't been saying good things so why are you asking?"

"Because I have the right to know." I challenged, starting to get a little irritated.

"Okay, I'll tell you." He briefly paused. "They were saying horrible, horrible things like how your only with Harry for his money and how you got pregnant on purpose so Harry wouldn't leave you." My mouth gaped open and tears filled my eyes. I've had to deal with their hate all my life but this is too far. How could someone be so cruel to treat their daughter this way?

"I'm really sorry. You know those things aren't true, right?" Taylor asks. I don't reply. A feeling comes over me that I haven't felt in a long time. I've tried to push this feeling away for so long but I can't any longer. There's only one thing that can make all this pain and hate go away and I can't. Not when Taylor and Harry are here. I need to be alone, I need something sharp, and I need it now.

Harry's POV

Anger rushes through me. All I feel is anger. The only thing stopping me from letting out all my emotions is my family being in the room. I'm glad my parents or Gemma aren't here because if I blow up, I don't want them to see. I've never hated someone so much in my entire 19 years of life. I try to distinguish my thoughts about all the horrible things I could do to those people. Part of me wants to be mad at Taylor for coming here in the first place. Did he have to come here at this exact time? At least he could have lied and not told Sara what her parents said.

Why is he here anyways? From what Sara has told me, he has been in the military for the last two years. And what's with him running off like that a couple days ago? That was completely uncalled for. Who knows he won't do it again?

Sara looks uncomfortable. She always shakes her foot when she's uncomfortable or nervous. I know for a fact Taylor is the cause of it. I don't want to kick him out but I might have to. I get up and put Aiden in his bassinet and walk over to Taylor.

"Can I talk to you outside?" I ask him. He looks worried, like I'm going to punch him or something. I don't even think about doing it because the bad publicity I would get would be unreal. He nods and slowly gets up. I let him go in front of me and we headed towards the door. All of a sudden I see him start to wobble and he begins to fall. I take a step forward and catch him before he hits the ground. I walk him over to an empty chair and set him down.

"What happened?" Sara exclaimed. He stifled a groan and adjusted his position in the chair

"Everyone pays a price when they go to war." I looked at Sara and tried to read the confused look on her face. As for me, I think I have a pretty good idea what he's talking about. I need to clear things up so that's what I'm going to do. I pulled up a chair and took a seat directly in front of him. I balanced my elbows on my knees and looked at him.

"Can I be blunt and ask you something?" I asked him. I was surprised when he nodded his head. I took a deep breath and realised how nervous I am because I know this is a sensitive topic.

"Did you loose your leg when you fought in the military?" I can hear a small gasp from Sara but I don't remove my eyes from Taylor. He doesn't say anything but begins to roll up his pant leg, revealing a prosthetic leg that confirms by suspicions.

"It was a roadside bomb. A few other soldiers and I were trying to make our way into one of the land bases when all of a sudden I stepped down and triggered a hidden bomb. I lost my leg and the hearing in my right ear. I was lucky to only have lost that much, the other soldiers lost their lives." He pauses to take a deep breath. I can see the hurt and pain in his eyes.

"I relive that day, everyday. I hate falling asleep at night because I know sleep will only bring nightmares. I live with the guilt of the other fallen soldiers that were with me that day that lost much more than I did. I think of the families that don't get to see their loved ones come home safe. I think about wanting to take their place so they can be here and not me." Tears roll down Sara's faces and I see Taylor tried hard not to let his own fall.

"I'm really sorry Taylor, I just had to ask." I tell him. He nods.

"Is this why you left before?" Sara asked. He nods once more.

"Yeah, I felt embarrassed and shameful." He runs a hand through his short hair. I wonder if he dies his hair because the roots look darker than the rest of his hair.

"Taylor you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Sara says. I nod my head in agreement. I don't know what she's thinking right now or how she is taking this but I wish I did.

(A/N Sorry for the short chapter. I really needed to update and I feel like this is a pretty important chapter. Thank you so much for reading and I'll hopefully update sooner next time. Vote, comment, and follow please!)

(Question Of The Chapter: If I were to write a different story after this book is done, what or who should I write about? I want to write another fanfiction but I'm not entirely sure who I want to write about and what should be in the story. Any suggestions? Please comment! Thank you!)