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Chapter 18 (E)

I slowly walked towards him making sure I don't make any noise to see if I could somehow avoid getting his attention and can slip into the building. But that wouldn't work no matter how much I was trying to think up a way. He was sitting in front of the entrance to the building. No other way to get in. As I just stood there in a panic I came to my senses and wondered why I was this flustered up about seeing Taylor, he is my friend. He is still my friend, right?

I shock those thoughts out of the way and looked up ahead of me and looked at the figure sitting down on the steps. His face seemed pained and unsure about something. His hands were tangled in his hair, as he grabbed a hand full of it and tried to pull it out.

I knew there was something serious going on, because I haven't seen Taylor this frustrated ever. So, me being the caring person I am I walked up to him, but cautiously because who knew what could happen. For all I know he might have been made to do all this, so he could be free from the populars.

"Hey" I said

He looked up at me smiling but at the same time had tears forming in his eyes. Taylor stood up and pulled me into a hug and just started balling his eyes out and wailing.

"Abby......Abby I need your help. I really really need it." Taylor tried saying in between his wailing.

"Shhhh. Its ok." I said trying to calm him down by patting the back of his head. "Come up stairs and we can disgust this in a more private place."

He nodded his head and released his grip on me. His hair was a mess and strands stuck on his cheeks like a bird's nest. His eyes were red and puffy. I couldn't take seeing Taylor like this any longer and I knew from the face he was making that this was serious. I took my selves of my jacket and wiped his face from the tried-up tears and fixed his hair up.

I grabbed my keys from out of my pocket and unlocked the buildings entrance. I told him to follow me and we walked up the many flights of stairs and to my apartment door. I unlocked the two locks and went inside my home turning on the light and doing a quick check of the house to see if it was safe.

Luckily my parents weren't home, so I relaxed and guided Taylor into the living room. I sat him down on the couch and turned on the tv and played some Tom and Jerry for him. Gave him some blankets and wrapped him in it like a burrito, with only his head sticking out from it.

"I will get some snacks for us and we can talk about it. ok?" I said to him

He nodded at me but didn't look at my face.

I hated seeing him like this. Taylor is usually a very calm and collected person in my opinion, and when I see him this heart broken and so deep in sadness I just end up treating him as if he was my little brother. Even though he is older than me by a few months, but that doesn't matter.

When I see him, I can't help but think of myself. Almost every day I come back home from school after being toyed with and touched I came home depressed not wanting to do anything for a good hour, just sit in front of the tv in the dark wrapped in blankets. Me in the blankets made me feel like I was safe from the outdoors, or even the world as a whole. That I could be at peace. I would usually have a comfort food with me and I thought that Taylor might need the same thing too.

I opened my pantry and pulled out some Nutella with two spoons. I know this is so not healthy but we are in a midlife crisis right now so who would give a shit about that. And I know most people would run for ice cream in this moment but at this moment we don't have ice cream, and to be fully honest I don't like ice cream. I don't like the whole concept of basically putting frozen milk in your mouth to just feel a killer brain freeze.