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now i'm one of those crazy girls

Crazy Girl pt2 // Tayley

"Taylor!" I exclaimed happily, skipping down the basement steps.

"I got us KFC!" I set his food down on his bed and he looked at me momentarily, before looking back down to the floor.

"Are you upset?" I asked, sitting down next to him. He used the opportunity to kick the side of my body. Because of our height and strength difference, I fell straight off the bed and landed a few feet away from it. I looked up at him in shock and he stared back with nothing but pure rage in his eyes.

"You stay away from me!" He shouted. He knocked the KFC bag off of the bed and fries and chicken went flying across the room.

"Let me go or I swear I'll kill you!" He screamed at me. I moved away from him, tears falling down my cheeks. Why doesn't he love me? Why won't he love me?

"Don't say that! You- you're supposed to love me!" I shouted at him. He looked at me and the fierceness in his eyes scared me to say the least. I never wanted to upset him. I definitely couldn't have him acting out for when my parents came to see him this afternoon.

"Just calm down, we can talk about this," i stood back up, holding where he kicked me. I scrambled onto the sofa.

"You're insane! You need to be locked up!" He yelled. He didn't mean it.

"You don't think that," suddenly his expression changed.

"I'm sorry," he said. I smiled and excitement sparked inside of me. This was working.

"But only if you lay with me," he smiled and I scrambled to my feet and rolled onto his bed. I wrapped my arms around his body and rested my head on his chest.

"I knew you'd warm up to it. I love you,"
I whispered and kissed his cheek. He lie still, then nodded after a while.

"I love you too," his voice broke. Was he crying? I gave him one last squeeze then sat up.

"My parents are coming soon. I should clean this place up," I laughed slightly and started to pick up some loose fries.

"Let me Help," he offered. I shook my head. Everything had to be perfect for them. I knew their unreasonable expectations of me, and of the guy I chose.

Soon enough they arrived and I greeted them with the usual nod. I wanted to hug them, but they didn't like touching people — including me.

"How is he settling in?" My mom asked.

"Fine," I replied. I just hoped Taylor is being good and waiting.

"Let's see him," my dad said. I nodded and unlocked the door to the basement, then lead them down quietly. Taylor looked up at us and I stood shyly at the side of the sofa, waiting for them to tell me what they think of him.

"No resistance at all?"

"No,"

"That's a lie," he stated. I held my breathe.

"He's been pulling on these handcuffs like crazy. His wrists are all rubbing, now..." he turned back to me.

"He just wants to go home. He needs a bit more time to get used to it," I excused him. I didn't want him to hurt Taylor. He seemed unconvinced which was understandable, considering I wasn't a very good liar.

"Hayley we gave you a second chance with this guy after what happened to Josh. If you're lying to me then own up now before I discipline you instead," he demanded, stepping forward.

"Okay, he only resisted a bit, but then he apologised and stopped. He doesn't need to be disciplined. He's good," I said, truly believing in my words. Hopefully he would be good.

"You said the same thing about Josh, didn't you, Hayley?" He said, walking past me. His arm brushed against the side of my body, making me wince when it touched the area that Taylor kicked earlier. He stopped and looked at me. He pulled up the side of my top and I quickly pushed it back down but the purple-blue was too bright for him to miss it.

"Did He do that?" He asked. I just looked up at him. I wasn't technically lying if I said nothing - right?

"I'm waiting!" He yelled suddenly making me jump. He clenched his fists, making me fear he would hit me. I nodded and he turned back to Taylor.

"You hit my daughter?!" He turned to him and shouted louder. I leaned against the wall and looked down so I didn't have to witness what was about to happen.

"Take her upstairs," he said quietly to my mom. She brought me upstairs and we sat at the kitchen table.

"You shouldn't let Taylor treat you like that," My mom said. I nodded in response and held my breathe when I first heard Taylor cry out in pain. A tear rolled down my cheek and she wiped it away.

"Big girls don't cry," she said sweetly. I loved my parents so much, and I was desperate to say the least, for their approval, but no matter how much I wanted it, I hated hurting people. I could drug Taylor, but I would never hurt him.

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I ran downstairs as soon as the the door was shut.

"Oh Taylor!" I called when I saw his condition. He was curled up under his blanket his sheet was now red and he sounded like he was crying. I gently peeled the blanket off of him and started wiping the blood on his skin with a cloth.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and putting an ice pack on his jaw. He looked so hot, even though he was hurt. He raised his hands slightly and gasped.

"My wrists," He whispered. I quickly grabbed my keys and unlocked the handcuffs. He brought them down to his chest and rolled back onto his side.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I said, starting to cry He shakily wrapped his arms around me and I started crying on his neck.

"I tried to stop him, I really did," I sobbed. He rolled over slightly so he was more over me, but then he took one of his hands away  and wrapped his hand tightly around my neck. Then I realised he could so easily get away right now. I squirmed beneath him, desperately clawing at his hand to try and get to the door.

"This family is insane," he said. I tried to kick my legs but by now he had all his weight on top of me. My vision started to black out but he let go and pushed me off of the bed. He quickly got up and ran for the door. I ran after his and caught hold of his arm. He couldn't leave me. I needed him.

"Please don't leave!" I shouted. He looked at me for a moment, before pushing me back and running up the stairs. Suddenly there was an ear splitting explosion that rung through the basement and Taylor came tumbling down the stairs, landing directly in front of me. Blood started to pool around him. My heart shattered when I was his eyes that were frozen open in a look of terror.

"Are you okay?" My mom shouted. I locked up to see her running towards me and my dad standing back, holding a gun. I pushed her away and hugged Taylor's lifeless body.

"Why do they always die?" I cried.