We Are Broken (Tayley)

Running Away

So, there's probably going to be around twenty more parts after this one, for future reference, but I've been looking at it and this story is already doing better than ANBoR which is phenomenal. Thank you guys for making that happen. I love you all!

Taylor had done his best to put my face back together, saying that he was used to fixing his own broken bones, deep cuts, and other wounds. It was awful, though. I couldn't bite down on anything to help the pain because that would have made it worse. Taylor just kept loading me up on painkillers which was fine with me until he was done and he made me throw them up. He said he hadn't given me enough to do any real damage, but he didn't want to risk it. I understood why he did it, but puking was definitely one of my least favorite things to do ever.

I passed out not long after that, only waking up around two in the morning. My mouth and nose ached and I could tell there was a huge bruise forming on my cheek even though I couldn't see it. Yawning, I checked my phone to see several messages waiting for me. The first one was from Sarah-Beth and it read, 'I got shit taken care of, no thanks to you! It was so awkward with your corpse just sitting there while we talked! Never pass out when I'm there again, okay?"

I laughed softly and replied, 'Sorry! I just woke up, too.' The smile left as soon as it had come, though, when I looked at the numerous texts from my parents. 'Where are you?' 'Hayley, it's okay if you're out but we need to know.' 'You need to answer right now! This isn't funny, or whatever you're trying to accomplish!" etc.

My eyes flew all the way open as I read them. I had forgotten that my parents had no idea where I was. I rushed to call my mom who naturally picked up immediately. "Hayley Nichole, where have you been? I've been worried sick, you know that?"

"Yes ma'am. I went to Sarah-Beth's house and I was going to text you but then I fell asleep on her couch and I just now woke up. I'll get her to take me home now if you want me to." I said quickly, a little bit surprised at how easily the lie came. I didn't lie to my parents very often. I didn't lie to anyone very often.

"No, that's okay. You know I'm fine with you staying at her house, I just need to know earlier next time, alright? You're father and I were pretty close to getting the police involved." She told me, and I opened my mouth, debating if I should say anything else.

"Hey mom, Sarah-Beth has been struggling with a few of her grades lately and she asked me if I could just stay over here for a little bit to help her study. Would that maybe be cool?" I asked hesitantly.

"If you don't get in any trouble and keep up with your work, I don't see why not. Just don't goof off too much." She said, and I thanked God that I had been an angel child and had earned my parents eternal trust for somewhat crazy requests.

Telling her goodbye, I hung up in time to see Taylor walk out of the basement. "You're awake," He stated simply and I nodded. The mere sight of him was unsettling. He was going to kill someone. Worse, he was going to kill someone because of me. "How are you feeling?"

I opened my mouth, wishing something, anything, would come out. My throat was dry, though, and I was too afraid to speak so I just nodded again. It didn't make sense, evidently, but it was all I could bring myself to do. My phone buzzed and I quickly looked down to see a text from Sarah-Beth. 'You were out cold! How much do you remember, though, cause Taylor pulled your teeth back into place! With his hands and nothing else! It was fucking gross!'

My hand flew to my mouth, and I gaped at Taylor. I certainly did not remember that. He barely seemed fazed though. He was probably used to getting that kind of look. He just asked, "Do you want a ride anywhere?" That was when I realized that we had come in Sarah-Beth's car and she had left in Sarah-Beth's car. I was basically stranded here unless I wanted to walk a few miles to the school to get my car or further to either my or Sarah-Beth's house. No, I didn't want to go anywhere with him. I didn't want to be remotely near where I was, but I didn't really have a choice.

"The high school," My voice was strained, but the words were there nonetheless and it was enough. I didn't talk for the entire ride. Taylor didn't try to make me. I just stared out of the window. I hated being so close to him. It was over quick enough, though. I was finally alone in my own car and I was set to start driving. I had an idea of where, but I wasn't sure. I just took a deep breath and started going anyway. I could find my way easily enough.

Okay this chapter was disappointingly short. The next one will probably be pretty pitiful, too. I'm hoping to update a few times tomorrow, though, so there's that. I love you all! Also, Happy New Year and may 2015 be not as overall shitty as 2014.