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51. Casually Cruel In The Name Of Being Honest

November 5th 2017

Karlie's POV

Time is a funny thing, I've grown to realise, because overnight things can go from awful to devastating. It takes a brief high to realise how far you've fallen and after that everything is an uphill battle.

"Can't you do one thing right? God, Karlie." My neck snaps around as I look at the woman cursing silently under her breath. "Me? At least I'm trying, Taylor. I made one mistake, don't bite my head off." She looks at me with rage filled eyes. "There's no point crying over spilled milk." I mumble the words as I turn away from her, trying to ignore the anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach. "There is when I haven't been able to pump in days. I just wanted an hour nap, that's not too much to ask for, but now I can't because there's nothing to give Tilly for her next feed so I'm going to have to stay awake and feed her." Taylor raises her voice and she's furious as she screams at me across the kitchen. "I don't know what you want me to do, Taylor. It's not my fault that I can't breastfeed and I didn't tip the bottle over on purpose. I'm sorry, okay?!"

I throw my hands up I defeat as I kneel down to clean up the milk spilled on the floor. There is quite literally nothing I can do to help the situation and even despite my constant apology the second I hit the bottle, she still proceeded to snap at me. "I don't know why you're angry right now, you have absolutely nothing to be angry about!" I sigh and shake my head as I mop up the mess I made. "I have plenty of right to be angry, Taylor. You need to stop getting angry at me for things that aren't my fault." I look at her from the corner of my eye as I pass her, her hands in fists with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. I leave her in the kitchen but seconds later she follows me out into the hallway. "I'm allowed to be angry, Karlie. My baby just died and now I have to pretend everything is normal, but it's not!" She's screaming at me now as I stand in the hallway. "You think I don't know that none of this is normal? We can't go home because our house is filled with baby things for a baby that we don't have. I know you're pretending to be okay, I hear you crying when you're alone, but I don't push you to talk to me because this happens! We lost our son, Taylor. I'm in pain too, you don't need to keep taking your anger out on me."

I cross my arms as I stop walking, turning back to her to give her my full attention. "You have no idea how I feel! I carried him for nine months, I went through eleven hours of pain to give him life and then it was ripped away only five weeks later! He was a part of me, Karlie, and that was a bond you'll never understand so stop telling me you know how I feel, because you have no idea!" Tears prick my eyes as I stare at her, met with the cold hard glare she's giving me. Tilly starts crying in the other room but Taylor remains unaffected. "That was a low blow, Taylor." I try to hold myself together, not breaking eye contact for even a second as I speak through clenched teeth. I shake my head "can't you see that I'm trying?" I cross my arms, hugging myself tight. "Not hard enough." She mutters back before walking away.

I follow her and she groans as she walks into the living room where the girls are. "Why are you still here, Karlie? You're not their real mom. You can go, so take the opportunity and leave." My heart breaks as the words leave her mouth but I stay frozen in place. Taylor turns to me and there's not even a sign of remorse in her eyes she tells me, "I'm serious. Get your stuff and leave. We don't need you, so just go." I want to protest, to put up a fight and demand that she lets me stay, but I know in this moment it won't do either of us any good. I search her eyes for any sign of my Taylor, the one I love, but she's not in there.

I reluctantly turn on my heel and leave the room. Walking upstairs to pack my stuff.

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Taylor's POV