Story of my Life

Always fucking Something! Part 2

"Tay'lin wake up...." I could feel him. Shaking my bed but I was too tired to do what he wanted. My dad was never a man of patience so the longer I didn't move the angrier he got. "God damn it Tay'lin, I know your awake, I know you saw me." He continued to shake me until my eyes fluttered open just enough to see his frustrated face.

Despite knowing how sick and hurt I was, he continued to yank me around on my bed as if I were faking it. "My arm dad, stop!" I whined lowly, but he didn't hear me.

                  "Promise you won't say a single word about what you saw in there. I'm begging you! I've been trying to fix things with your moms for the past couple weeks and I don't want you to fuck this up for me or your brothers." His grip tightened on my arm and I couldn't stop the tears from falling I felt too weak to even try.  "Stop faking, and tell me you understand." His voice was serious and out of the corner of my eyes I could see his fist clenching up.

I wasn't going to fight him, I wasn't even gonna say anything to my mom, his own paranoia was making him aggressive and it had literally nothing to do with me. I almost wanted to feel his hand come down against my exposed skin to let out a weak groan in his angry name

I whined again about my arm and as if on cue, my bedroom door flung open.
I could barely see who was standing there, but when he stepped forward I could smell the old spice and vanilla.

"Kori! Are you okay?" The tone in his voice was a little shaky and nervous, but it was kinda hot how protective he sounded. I tried to slowly slide off my bed, but Sev couldn't handle watching me move so slowly, so he walked over and rested my arm over his shoulder and swiftly dragging me to my moms room.

"Sev!" I coughed earning a sad look from him that it didn't last. He remembered who was in the room still and rushed back to it. I tried to grab his arm but my legs were weak and gave out before I could reach him. I felt my body hit the floor hard and I was instantly out. It was nice getting some more rest, but I knew a shit storm was coming.

I could hear the yelling but the voices didn't match who I thought it was. Bryce and Harrison were going at it first, then it sounded more like Bryce yelling at Sev, and that was enough to help me gain consciousness.

I slowly pulled myself to my bedroom door and saw my dad pinning Sev to the wall. I tried to speak but my throat was too soar, the only thing I could get to come out was "Let him go!", and even that was too quiet.

"Not a single word to my wife or my kids, or I will make sure you're never comfortable coming around here." Bryce threatened.

I didn't know what was going on and it seemed a bit off. "What's going on? Let him go." I coughed.
The sound of my shriveled voice finally came through to them and when Sev saw me he looked concerned.

"Kori! You shouldn't be out of bed." Bryce said lightly. He loosened his grip on Sev's shirt and they both walked up to me, but I could only handle one thing at a time. I pushed Bryce away from me and hung onto Sev for support.

                "Why are you yelling at him. You have no right..." I coughed but it didn't seem to end, cutting my entire sentence off. They both helped me back into bed.

                 "Just try to get some rest, you're barely conscious." Sev ran his fingers through my hair and slid under the covers with me, giving Bryce a brief glare of annoyance before watching him walk out of the room.

                  "What happened?" The sound didn't really make it out but he heard me, and looked towards the door again.
                  "Nothing, it's over now. I swear!" Softly he laid my head back on my pillow.

............................................................ a couple days later............................................

I slept for a whole day and a half, uninterrupted and was feeling so much better. My body still hurt but my cold was almost gone, and I could move around without completely loosing my strength.

The past two night we're still a blur to me, but my dad and Harrison were tense, they seemed super on edge and didn't look like they were gonna address it. So I figured I'd ask so that I knew a little bit more about the past couple nights.

"What's wrong with you two? You're both super on edge." I looked around the dinner table and waited for an answer but when I didn't get one, I just figured they were mad with each other and dropped it.

It was a long awkward dinner and when we finished eating Mom tried to get us all to watch a movie, but I wanted to go see Sev instead and she knew that I wouldn't have stopped fidgeting until I could.
When she nodded that I could, I almost vanished out the room. I was unapologetically happy to see his face, mainly because I hadn't seen him since we fell asleep together a couple nights ago.

As I walked up to his front door, I noticed the blue car that was in the driveway. Figuring it was one of his moms friends I knocked a couple times and walked in announcing that it was me! His mom yelled a hello from the kitchen and let me know that Sev was upstairs. I didn't thank her, mostly because she already knew I was thankful but because I wanted to thank Sev instead.

I quickly sprang up the stairs two at a time and walked around the corner to his bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock, but stopped when I heard a muffled voice tell him to hurry. Slowly and quietly I pushed his door open, hoping that I was just hearing things or something, but my heart sank when I saw him.

They were sweating and panting, Sev was on top of her and nothing in the world could have made me more disappointed. I stepped back from the door letting the image of him fucking Layla sink deep into my mind and when I sighed, they noticed me.

Frantically they shuffled around for their clothes and instead of standing there I just nodded at Sev and walked back down the stairs. I could hear him calling my name, but I didn't care what he had to say.
Secretly I understood, but a small part of me wanted him to say something that could justify it.

I was so in my head about whether I should be mad or not that I didn't even notice I had walked all the way to Andy's place.
I shouldn't be here and honestly it would be ten times worse if Sev knew I came here instead of home, but this felt better than being at home. The hostile stares and awkward silences, would have only given me space to think about Sev.

This could also be my chance to see if Andy remembers the night before I moved away.

After a minute of talking myself into doing it, I finally walked up to the front door and knocked. I could feel my palms starting to sweat and my heart began to race. I was slowly being filled with excitement and fear, but my brain couldn't decide if it was for Andy or the truth.