Stepping Away

Sick to My Stomach

I woke up in the middle of the night in our bed. I blinked, everything fuzzy. I turned on my side and he was nowhere to be found. I flicked on my lamp and my heart dropped to my feet as I remembered everything that happened last night.

Gunner pushed me against the wall, his lips attached to mine. I tried to pull away, but he kept me there.

I pulled away and he took that chance to attack my neck, a smile on his lips as he continued to shower me with kisses.

"Gunner." I breathed. I didn't have the strength to push him away. He placed another kiss on my lips.

I missed this. 

My stomach turned as I recalled the events of last night. I looked down at my naked body. How could I have been so stupid? What had I done?

My stomach continued to somersault. I threw off the blankets and ran to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet bowl.

My entire body heaved as I continued to throw up. I shivered, leaning my bare back against the wall. My body shook violently as hot tears trailed down my face.

I sat naked on the floor, time passing me by. I sat on the floor until light started to shine through the windows. Had I really been here that long? I shivered and stood on shaky legs.

I pulled on a baggy grey sweatshirt and some black sweats. I brushed my teeth, lazily braided my hair and slipped back into my bed, which was still empty.

I crossed my arms and curled on my side, begging sleep to take over me. It didn't. My mind kept flashing back to last night. Of Gunner over me. How I did nothing to stop it.

My stomach turned again. I swallowed and curled up tighter.

I woke up a good three hours later to my phone going off. I sighed heavily and turned on my side, picking it up off my nightstand just as the call timed out.

4 missed calls from Bobby

2 missed calls from Matt

1 from Tanner

12 new text messages

I didn't have the energy for this. I scrolled through all of the texts, the three of them had just been asking where I was and that they were worried about me, Bobby especially since I never texted him last night.

I bit my lip, knowing I owed them an apology. I was fine...for the most part.

I sighed and called Bobby back, laying back down as it began to ring.

"Taylor?" His voice was frantic. 

I felt terrible for making him worry. I nodded. "Hey, Bobby." My own voice almost sounded unrecognizable to even myself.

"T? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" His worry was clear. It made my chest hurt.

"Um..." I swallowed turning onto my side. My stomach knotted. I swallowed, afraid that I might throw up right then and there. "Yeah...yeah I'm okay." I lied.

Damn my best friend.

He knew that something was off. "I'm coming over there." He said, his voice stern. His mind was already made up.

"Bobby, don't-" I tried, but he had hung up without another word.

BOBBY'S POV

I stepped into the office that day early as usual. I hadn't really slept that night. I was worried since Taylor hadn't reached out to me at all. At first I figured that they were hopefully talking everything out, but then I still never heard from her.