Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 67

Screaming, crying, perfect storms. I can make all the tables turn.

It was dark, the sound of rain pounding down at the same intensity of the brunette's heart in her ears. The kitchen was a mess, broken dishes surrounding the couple as they tried not to step on any shards of glass.

Rose garden, filled with thorns.

The journey of how they got there was fuzzy, Taylor vacantly remembering some comment about how she didn't appreciate Grace enough and Grace threatening to pack a bag and leave. It had been a rough day in the Tribeca apartment, however it was hardly over.

Keep you second guessing like, oh my god, who is she?

Her cheeks were stained and her green-eyes were surrounded by a devilish red that indicated emotional turmoil coursing through her veins. Vacantly staring at the blonde in front of her, Grace cleared her throat to try and work up the courage to speak.

Taylor's head whipped around in a swift and aggressive motion at the soft noise, her eyes lit up with a fire the brunette had never seen before as she threw another glass to the ground, "I don't fucking appreciate you? That's fucking hilarious, Grace, a real good joke. You can wake up any time now and take a big look around."

I get drunk on jealousy.

Grace shifted her eyes the growing bump along her torso, fear bleeding through as her hands surrounded it, "Taylor, please stop yelling and throwing things."

"I'm going to do whatever the hell I want! Am I being too loud? In my apartment? In my building? That I bought with my money? You know what, pack the bag. Go. I'm done with you, this bullshit," the older woman spat, storming out of the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

But you'll come back each time you leave.

Grace's breath hitched as she stood frozen in place, not knowing if the correct move was to leave or stay. It had been a rough six months, both girls not knowing where they stood and individuals never mind as a couple.

"Grace! I said get the fuck out!"

"Taylor," Grace began to cry and plead, "Please. Please, let's talk. Please don't make me go, I'm sorry. Please, please-"

'Cause darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

-

"Grace," Taylor gently shook her fiancé in the dark, it was three in the morning and the brunette had been talking in her sleep. Mumbles of her name over and over along with 'please' and 'stop' that began to concern the blonde, even more so when Grace began to cry.

Grace gasped as her eyes flew open, her heart running faster than she had felt it in quite some time, "Don't touch me."

Taylor took her hands off the woman quickly, shifting back in the bed and turning the light on as she was startled by the heiress' broken and scared tone.

Grace immediately stood up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and locking it as she slid to the ground and pulled her knees to her chest, hot tears running down her face as she sobbed.

The singer slowly and quietly walked over to the en-suite door and sat with her back against it, "Grace? Are you okay?"

The ex-trainer didn't reply, however her fiancé's sweet and calming tone brought her back to reality. The deep pit in her stomach fading ever so slightly as she looked down, no bump. It was another minute before Taylor started to sing on the other side of the wooden blockade, softly going along to the music in her mind. Playing the first song that came to her, their song.