Some scars don't heal || m.c

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Songs of the Chapter:

Bad Dreams by Calum Hood

Wrapped Around Your Finger by 5sos

One by Ed Sheeran

I'm a Mess by Ed Sheeran

You Found Me by The Fray

*TAYLOR'S POV*

"I'm really not strong Michael, trust me. I just..." I broke off as the sound of a yell and glass breaking came from downstairs as my dad slammed the door on his way in.

"What was that?! Taylor? Are you ok?!" Michael's words slurred together in a panic at the other end of the phone.

"Yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about me, my dad's just drunk again. I'll be alright." I sighed, as I heard him crash up the stairs, praying he wouldn't enter my room.

No such luck obviously; my door swung open to reveal him, red in the face with a beer in his hand. I gulped, as he approached me, stalking his way across the room.

Shrinking back against my wall, I clutched my phone harder in my hand, trying to keep Michael close. That is, until I made a sound and my phone was snatched out of my hand and flung across the room by the monster bearing down on me.

A sharp slap was delivered across my cheeck, swiftly followed by a kick to the ribs; sending me to the floor.

I closed my eyes as it continued, trying to reach my happy place; away from here and with the people that saved me- 5sos...

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*MICHAEL'S POV*

"Ok dude, calm down. Right, where does she live?" Calum's voice echoed at me from where he sat in the driver's seat.

"Erm, I can't remember. Why the fuck can't I remember?! God, shit, fuck, erm..." Frantic, I searched my brains for Taylor's adress. I know she'd told me this morning when I asked, but in the panic of the moment, I can't remember and everything is spiralling.

"It's alright, just think about the conversation around it. You'll get there. I'll just drive around near that HMV we were at until you figure it out." His attempt at soothing me was doing nothing. Just driving around near the HMV wasn't going to help her. We could only help her if we could get to her, and we couldn't do that if I couldn't remember the adress.

Slamming my head down on the dash board, I desperatly tried to remember what we'd been talking about when she'd told me. Something about taking a bus to get to the store...

"That's it! 32 Chelsea Road. Go Calum, go now." I shot out, worry clouding my tone as I thought of the possibilities if this.

What if we were too late? What if we couldn't get inside? What if she didn't want us there? What if she was hurt? What if? What if? The endless cycle clouded my mind as we drove through the darkness along to her road.

"That's it. We're here. Damn, this place is posh isn't it?!" Suprise was edvident in Calum's voice as he pulled up outside her house.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean what happens inside is classy. This doesn't even matter right now. We're here to get her, so lets get her." I jumped out of the car, heading quickly up the stairs outside her house.

"Are you sure this is it?" I jumped as Calum's voice came from over my shoulder.

"Positive. Let's go." Steeling myself, I hammered on the door, demanding an answer.

The door swung open to reveal a tall, brown haired woman that could only be Taylor's mother; she looked exactly like her.

"Can I help you?" Her voice even sounded the same as she stared at us.

"Yes, I think you can. Does Taylor McKessie live here?" My confidence grew as I looked at her, determination brewing inside me.

"Why?" Her hawk like eyes, so different to Taylor's captivating ones, became suspicious as she looked me up and down.

"I want to know. Now does she or does she not?!" I started to get angry the longer we had to stand on this step, so close to Taylor, but not able to get to her.

I guess her mother must have sensed that as she stepped back slightly and nodded slowly.

"Excuse me, but could we please come in?" Calum spoke up from beside me.

"I suppose so, who are you?" The suspicion was back as she stared hard at us.

"We're Taylor's friends, could we please see her?" Cal answered her as we stepped through the door into the hallway.

"I'm sorry but she's asleep." The lie was edvident in her tone; she wanted us to leave.

"Bullshit. Where is she?" Hardness coloured my voice.

"I said she's asleep. I'm going to have to ask you to leave please, she can give you a call tomorrow, god knows she spends enough time on that phone as it is, lazy bitch." She muttered to second part under her breath.

Anger flared up inside me as she talked. I was about to say something cutting to her, when I heard a crash from upstairs. My head flicked up exactly as Calum's did, straining to listen. A scream shortly followed, clearly distinguisable as Taylor's.

Not giving a second glance to the woman stood beside me, I turned and ran up the wooden stairs, Calum hot on my heels.

I would keep her safe, no matter what.