No Good ≫ t.c

Chapter 14

Rebeca's Pov

I wake up in a very familiar room, I'm confuse and scared at the same time. No it's not, it can't be. It is my old room I'm back to so called "home" Who brought me here? My dad? No he couldn't have, he didn't even know where I was. Last time I checked I was going on a date with Taylor. A voice keeps replying in my head

"I'm sorry"  Taylor said

No, no he didn't. He wouldn't. I'm shaking and I'm trying to fight tears, this is not real it's a nightmare.

"He brought you here. You didn't mean shit to him" My subconscious replys

As I'm not wanting to believe this is true. I hear to voices I know very well

"There I brought her here. Where's my money and my new car?" Taylor says

I break down. He traded me for money and a car! I trusted him. Why? why? Please let this be a horrible nightmare! Please please please.

"Here's your money and your car is in the garage. But you aren't leaving this house. You will make sure she never leaves this house again" My dad says coldly

"That wasn't part of the deal! I can't do that!" Taylor raises his voice

"You will not raise your voice at me! I can do very bad things to you." My dad yells and mumbles the last part

I hear heavy footsteps walk downstairs and the door slam it was quite till I hear Taylor curse and punches the wall. I thought my cries were quite but I was wrong. The door opens and Taylor stands there with a guilty look on his face. He walk over to me and tries to touch my shoulder

"R-Rebeca" Taylor whispers while touching my shoulder. His touch relax's me, no Rebeca stop he brought you here. He's the one that did this

I shake my head and run to the bathroom and lock myself in. If I look at him any longer into his beautiful eyes he'll get back under my skin. Who am I kidding? He is still under my skin. Why? Why would he do this? Why can't life be so simple like in the movies? But when you have an abusive father and your mother left after you were born. Your life will never be like the movies. I look into the mirror and don't recognize myself, my eyes are puffy and red, my make-up is down my cheeks. This isn't the girl who was happy getting ready for a date with her friends, this is a girl who is broken and afraid.

A knock on the door interrupts me my train of thoughts. I know its Taylor, every fiber in me wants to open that door and hug but slap him at the same time. No you want to slap him, not hug him. Before my mind can process what it wants to do my hands yank open the door and I throw myself into his arms, he hugs me back with his tatted arms. I cry and cry into his arms, he plays with my hair and my mind caughts up with what I am doing

I let go of Taylor and slap him. He stumbled back a bit and brings his hand up to his cheek. I back up to the wall and slide down crying, I hug my kness and bury my face into my arms. I don't want him to see me cry, I lift up my head and ask him

"Why? Taylor Why?" I cry looking at his beautiful face, he looks at the ground and I see he takes his lip piercing between his teeth. Was it wrong when he did that it turn me on? Stop Rebeca damn

"You knew. You knew that my dad abuses me, Did you know me before you met me?" I say everything was coming clear to me

He nods and my heart breaks even more if that possible. The front door slams and I hear footsteps walk upstairs, I look at Taylor and run to the bathroom locking myself and hiding. When hearing shattering of bottles, I jump up and get closer to the door and listen closely. I hear Taylor groan, I freak out open the door stoping my dad

"There's my daughter that is a worthless piece of shit." My dad laughs and slaps me in the face

Taylor is sitting there with a bruise forming on his jaw looking at me getting beaten by my loving father. SARCASM
My dad starts punching me and I just stay quite, I won't cry and I won't. I don't even have more tears in me, it doesn't hurt no more I'm numb and use to the pain

My dad finally gets tried and leaves me on the floor, Taylor looks at me with glassy eyes. The bruise on his jaw is turning more purple and he has a very deep cut on the side of his forehead, I didn't notice it. I get up from the floor and walk over to Taylor, I hold out my hand and he looks confuse but takes it. I will always still care

I lead us to the bathroom and make him sit on the closed toilet. I take out the first aid kit I hid for years under the sink and take some of that stingy stuff that suppose to help.

"This is going to sting like a bitch" I say placing some on a cotton ball and putting it on his cut. He flinches and hisses

"I'm-I'm so-sorry." Taylor say crying into my chest holding my waist pulling me closer to him, I hug his head and look down at him. He cries and hids his face on my stomach. He finally looks up at me with his red puffy yet beautiful eyes. I hear a soft "I'm sorry" fall from his soft pink lips, I kiss his forehead and walk to my room

My heart is breaking even more every I play back those kisses we shared in my head. Fuck my life! They say everything happens for a reason, right now I'm so confused because there can't be a reason for this.

I need to get all this emotions out. I can't keep them inside, I unlock my door and slowly walk downstairs. I smell smoke of a cigarette and see Taylor smoking one, I go inside the kitchen and grab a glass of water. Taylor is sitting on the couch watching tv smoking away I go up to him take the cigarette out of his mouth and bring it up to throw it away. And walk upstairs

I throw away the cigarette in the sink of the bathroom, I go back to my room and up the window. Don't worry I climbed down the vine thingy. I walk down a familiar rode I haven't been in years.. The cold wind hit me and made it to the place that hurts the most.

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