First Impressions.. (Norman Reedus FanFic)

Chapter Ten.

Taylor's P.O.V..

Immediately Norman's lips pushed softly against mine and he slowly started to stand up. I felt my back press lightly against the bed but I refused to let myself panic as our lips moved in sync.

"No.." I whispered, pulling away from him quickly when he started to unzip my hoodie.

"I'm Sorry.. I'm so Sorry. I didn..." He attempted to say but I cut him off.

"Just.. Not yet. I've just got to tell you a few things first." I admitted, gently running my fingers over my covered arms.

I slowly moved on the bed so my back was resting against the headboard and Norman was sitting patiently in front of me.

"You're starting to scare me now.." He stated with a small and awkward chuckle, breaking the silence in the room.

"I'm Sorry.. I just.. I don't know how to say it." I admitted, running my hands through my hair slowly.

Trying to find the words to explain everything to Norman took longer that I had expected but eventually I felt confident with how I was going to do this.

"I need you to know everything about me.. I need you to prove that my mother is wrong." I whispered. "So uhh.. How about you ask me some questions and I'll answer them?" I suggested and Norman nodded slowly, moving slightly closer.

The first few questions were pretty basic but I could tell that Norman was about to ask something more personal, as he gently rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why did you let it go on for so long?" He asked quietly, avoiding my eyes as his head hung low.

"Honestly.." I started, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. "At first I thought he loved me but the longer it went on the harder it became to leave." I admitted in a small voice.

I could see that Norman had a lot more questions as he rubbed his temples slowly and flopped down on the bed.

"How did you manage to get out of there?" He asked with his eyes closed slightly.

"I.. I ended.. up in.. hospital." I stuttered, tightening my arms around my legs.

"H.. He put.. you in hospital?" Norman growled in a low voice, clenching his fists tightly at his sides.

I knew this was the moment. This was the moment that I had to tell him the truth about my past. The truth about my scars.

"N.. Not exactly..." I started. "I put myself there." I added quickly and Norman shot up to face me with confused look on his face.

"Wh.. What do you.. Mean?" He questioned with a stutter and I could see in his eyes that he was afraid of the answer.

"Uhh.. I tried to.. commit suicide." I replied, pushing myself off the bed and walking straight over to the large window.

I couldn't face his intense eyes any longer as I sat up on the window sill, pulling my knees to my chest once again.

"Why would you do that?" Norman asked himself quietly, still sitting on the bed.

"I wanted to die." I stated calmly, resting my head against the cold glass of the window. "I couldn't deal with it anymore." I admitted for the first time out loud.

Assuming that Norman was too disgusted to even look at me, I began to untangle my arms from my legs.

"I guess my mother was right." I sighed sadly, attempting to move from my seat until a pair af arms trapped me in.

"I never said that." He whispered, dropping his arms slightly when he noticed that my whole body had tensed up.

There was a cold silence that filled the room and suddenly Norman's unreadable eyes landed on mine.