My Will To Live

CHAPTER 17- Explainations

Taylor tilts her head to one side expectantly. I don't say anything. It's like my tongue has turned to lead and I can't move it. But I've got to give Taylor an answer. If she finds out anything, it could go viral. The entire world will know, and I don't want my personal life exposed to the world, thank you very much.

"Well if nothing's wrong... Let's send you home then." She starts to pull me towards the car but then-oh look, my tongue came unstuck, wonderful- I suddenly blurt out,

"I can't go home because my parents abuse me!" And promptly burst into tears. Wonderful. I think I've been crying a bit too much these past few days.

It's complete silence from Taylor, who stops in the middle of the street. I want to tell her to just keep moving before the paparazzi appear, but I can't seem to move either. Then suddenly she's off again, grabbing my hand determinedly and walking back to the car.

"Drive to my apartment please." She instructs. What's going on? What does Taylor want? She doesn't say anything, she just pulls me into a tight hug. We don't speak until we reach her house, her body guard-who gives me a questioning look but doesn't say anything-opens up the door and lets us in.

She takes a deep breath. "Okay. What's going on?"

"I..." What should I say? Tell her everything?

Since you already said so much, you might as well tell her.

What if it goes on the news?

Well, you only have everything to gain. You don't have much to lose anyway.

So I tell her everything, right from the beginning and how it all started. I leave out no details. After all, I only have nothing to lose and everything to gain, right? After I say everything, there's just silence from Taylor, like when I told her my parents abused me and she stopped on the street. I want to break this silence. It's loud and terrifying and I'm not really sure why I hate it so much. I just do. I need Taylor to respond.

"I..." I get cut off half way because Taylor entraps me in her arms, and the look in her eyes is fierce and determined. I feel a spot of wetness slide onto my hair. Taylor is crying. Taylor Alison Swift, worldwide famous superstar is crying for me.

What?

"I can't believe people do that to kids. That's horrible." She says, her voice is shaky, as if she just received the biggest shock of her life. She keeps rubbing circles on my back, which is calming, considering I started crying when she did. When she finally pulls away, she holds me at arm's length and we stare at each other for what seems like for ever. Then I let out a giggle. I can't help it. In spite of all the tears her running mascara makes her look like a panda.

"What's so funny?" She says looking at me weirdly.

"Taylor... Your make up... It's..."

She groans. "Oh god, I must look like a raccoon."

I laugh again. "No, more like a panda actually." And in spite of all the tears we both burst out laughing, which is good, because it breaks up the serious and somber mood. And it also prevents us from thinking about the elephant in the room.

Where am I going to go from here? I can't go home. I don't exactly want to go to social services. I can't afford a hotel. Of course, I know where I want to stay. I want to stay here, with Taylor. But what if she doesn't want me to? What if she decides that she can't have an abused girl in her home because it would be bad press?

"Hey." Taylor says, suddenly serious again. She looks me straight in the eye. "I know you don't have any where to go... I was wondering if you wanted to... Stay here? If it's okay with you, I mean."

Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! I want to scream that to Taylor, but that would be weird. And a bit too desperate. I try to ponder for a good response, but finally settle with,

"Oh yes. I would love that."

Hey guys!
HOW. GOOD. IS. 1989. AHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH. My Favourite song is Clean, how about you guys? Short chappie, I know, so I'll try to make the other one longer? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Also I have a new work called Misadventures In New York that's based off the songs and secret messages of 1989. Check it out maybe? Thanks for reading!

'Til next time

Megan xxx