Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

"I'm letting you go"

TAYLOR (CHAPTER 39)

Yawning I open my eyes, in confusion as to where I am. Sitting up I notice that I'm in my old room, on my bed.

"What the..." Getting off my bed I notice that it's almost six in the evening, my heart rushing as the day almost ends. I have to get home! Stepping off I walk to the door, opening it up I scream in surprise.

"Carter!" He stares at me wide eyes. In seconds I'm being pulled in a tight hug by him, my lungs wanting air as he's nearly crushing them.

"Phew, you're alive. Thank god," he says.

Wait a minute. Alive?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean alive?" he lets me go, looking me up and down.

"You fainted! Don't you remember?" Shaking my head I try to remember what happened before I fainted. Carter and I came to visit my parents, my dad talked to Carter about something, I talked to my mother, and then we had dinner! Wait a minute...

"Paris! That little..." Walking away from Carter I speed downstairs, not even caring if I fall down the stairs. I hear Carter shout my name, asking me to slow down yet I don't care. All I care about is finding my mother. And yelling at her.

"Taylor! You woke up!" Turning around I find my mother sitting down on the couch with my father looking all happy, yet I'm the quite opposite.

"I'm going to Paris?!" I yell at her in anger, feeling a hand on my back, knowing that it's Carter telling me to calm down.

"Taylor, sweetie," she says in a gentle voice.

"Don't "sweetie" me mom. I'm going to Paris?! The one in France?"

"Is there another Paris?" I scoff at her, rubbing my eyes in distress.

"So what? I now have to go to Paris? And live there?" I'm now panicking, not loving the idea my mother had planned for me for quite some time.

"Yes. I'm sorry but I already did the papers and everything."

"Enough about the papers! What about me?!"

"It'll be easy for you! You already know how to speak French from learning it at school," she says with a smile. Groaning I tug the ends of my hair.

"Mother. You need to realize that I did not get a french certificate and take French classes for eight years just to go to France and work at your store mom!" My mother scoffs at me, probably thinking why she didn't pick Lila instead. Honestly, Lila would've been better. Even though she stopped taking French after grade nine.

"You need to calm down Taylor."

"Calm down? Calm down?! I freaking fainted when you told me I was going to Paris mother!"

"Taylor stop. Do not raise your tone with me, young lady. I am your mother. And I'm doing this for you, not for me." I stare at her in anger, walking away from both of them, I unlock the front door, walking out of the house. Hearing my name being called is not surprising, and I know for sure Carter's going to come and tell me to come inside in seconds.

"Taylor!" Yup. Turning around I see Carter walking up to me, the expression on his face matches mine as well, yet his looks a tad bit sadder.

"Don't follow me, Carter. Just don't," I tell him.

"We can work this out, Taylor! Don't walk away, please," he says in a sad voice. Sighing I turn around, walking up to him.

"How on earth are we going to work this out, Carter? The one time I actually have a boyfriend, my mother makes me move farther away. The one time I actually love someone, she makes me move away. Don't you see?!" Carter swears under his breath as he rubs his eyes. "It's done. I'm moving to Paris..." Just hearing myself say that doesn't even sound real. It sounds like someone else is saying this, but with my voice.

"No. You're not. You can't do this Taylor!" I'm now crying by how this situation has turned out to be.

"Then what to do you want me to do! Tell my idiotic parents that I can't go to Paris?! It's already done, Carter! It's done! And there's nothing I can do about it." He scoffs at me.

"You don't have to listen to your parents Taylor. Just stay here! Stay here with me!" He shouts back, walking closer to me as he tugs me closer to him. He tries to grab my hand but sadly, I tug it away from him.

"What's done is done right?" I whisper to him. He looks at me with wide eyes, his face filled with agony by my words.

"You can't do this Taylor. You won't. Not to us."

"There's no "us" Carter. Not anymore at least," I say back. Walking out of his hold I walk back to my house.

"Don't do this Taylor. Please." His eyes filled with hope, yet mine are now dead.

"I'm breaking up with you Carter."

"No. You're not breaking up with me. Not now," he says in an angry voice.

"I am! Can't you see! It'll never work! We will literally be a nine-hour plane ride away! You'll find someone who will love you just as much as I love you, Carter."

"Don't fucking say that. You don't mean it."

"I'm letting you go, Carter. You don't have to let me go if you don't want to but I'm letting you go," I say in a broken voice, my eyes filled with tears that are running down my cheeks.

But I love you," he says in a whisper. Knowing that what I'll say next will break his heart and mine, yet he'll thank me later. I know he will.

"And I don't love you anymore okay?! I fucking don't," I shout at him. Watching his eyes filled with sadness and anger breaks my heart, yet it had to be done. I can't even look at his face anymore, and so I walk away, leaving a broken Carter standing alone in the middle of the road. Wiping away my tears, I walk back inside my house, walking in the living room where I saw them last.

"Taylor!" They both say in relief.

"When do I leave?" I ask them, wanting to just leave and never come back is the one thing I honestly really want to do right now.

Even if I'll never want to come back here ever again, Paris will be a huge change in my life.