Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before (Girlxgirl)

Chapter # 19

Taylor's POV

Talia and I had this silent agreement that whenever we were in my bedroom or her's we would attack each other with our lips and our hands would be like talons, ripping off clothes and pulling hair and grabbing legs and hands and arms and turning both our brains into a beautiful mush of passion and bliss and a bit of guilt that we both refused to address properly.

I was in complete and utter bliss with her. We talked about light things, never bringing up boyfriend nor mother or school or struggle. We were the best friends ever, really. We had small talk and we fucked each other senseless. I think I spent more time in between her legs than I did anywhere else.

But I think it was getting tiring for her. She didn't kiss me like she once did and she didn't want to talk about the light stuff. She brought up her mom and I almost freaked out but didn't, really. I just listened and tried to offer advice to her. It didn't work though. She wasn't having that. She knew I was full of shit.

"You don't care," she drawled while tracing lines on my back. Her hair was a mess and her face held a bored look. She always looked so bored. I shook my head. "I do. That's your mom, of course I care. I just don't know what to say other than--"

"You think I'm a shit daughter, don't you? I should be at her side because she's in the hospital now. But I'm not. I'm with you." She looked a little less bored and a little more pained. "You're not a shit daughter. You're just scared and that's okay. You don't need to be strong. But I think it would be good to be by her side. She'll need you there."

I watched her turn and lay down on her back. "She's dying." She whispered with tears threatening to spill over. Her eyes were as wide as a little kids. She was so scared she didn't know what to do.

I took her up in my arms and held her while she let out the few tears she couldn't hold back. "I should be with her!" She cried suddenly. I shushed her lightly. "You can be with her, you know. I can take you." She sniffled and nodded.

"Yeah. Okay. Yeah." She sat up and looked around for her clothes. I concentrated on her for a while, eyes roaming her body before I got to her thigh, where I saw a bruise.

"Where'd you get that bruise?" I asked, sitting up. She looked down and shrugged nonchalantly. Too nonchalantly. "Talia..." I started but she turned on me.

"Its my body and I get to tell you what you can and cannot think about it, got it? Don't you think that if I wanted you to know where the damn bruise was from I would have fucking told you?" I was stunned into silence.

She had never really yelled at me directly before. She'd been loud and she'd stopped herself from doing it but she'd never yelled at me like that.

I looked back at her, blinking the tears out of my eyes and noticed that her frail shoulders were shaking. She had gotten skinnier. I didn't say anything because it wasn't polite but she was getting so skinny.

Her spine was visible on her back. A tear fell from my right eye and I quickly wiped at it before another one fell and took its place. "Sorr--"

"Are you driving me or not, Taylor?" She asked, all anger gone and in its place hurt and sadness. I got up and dresses in sweats before taking her hand and leading her down the stairs.

The house was empty. Seth made it a point to be out most days and nights. I dragged her through the house and to my car.

When we were both inside the car, I couldn't bring myself to start the car. I couldn't do it. Talia was breathing heavy in the passenger seat and she was clenching and unclenching her hands, staring down at them with a tear hanging from her eye lashes.