Oh, I Don't Love You; I'm In Love With Your Car. Or Is It The Other Way Round?

Oh, I don't love you; I'm in love with your car. Or is it the other way round? 7

Chapter 7  

“Taylor? Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry! I love you, don’t forget that!” cried my mother.

This made my cry harder. “Mum, please take me out of here! I hate it!” I sobbed. I heard footsteps, and the boys banging on my door, pleading with me, hearing me sob. I cried harder. I couldn’t help it, and pushed the heavy armchair against the door, so they couldn’t get in.

“Please Mum, I can't take it anymore! Please take me home! I miss you, I miss you a-all…” I shouted over the thumping on the door. It was true, I did miss them all.

Tears streamed from my eyes, and my eyes were red and puffy, my nose was cherry red. I didn’t care because I wasn’t the girl everyone saw- I was myself for once. There was more banging on the door.

“Tay, darling, calm down; take deep breaths. Please calm down, sweetie. We all miss you too, and I’m so sorry. Will you listen to me?” her soothing voice reminded me of my childhood, the only times she was motherly.

She continued to say soothing things like she loved me and missed me but she couldn’t take me out of here. She hadn’t said she loved me or anything close to it for years, and I sobered up after about an hour. I told her everything, even about Joe, not caring if he heard or not.

Then she said she had to go, and I starting crying again.

“No, no Mum, please don’t leave me here! I want to go h-home!” I screamed hysterically, tears flowing down my cheeks again.

The thumping on my door returned. More shouting and pleading.

“Taylor, sweetie…” she said she was sorry, and she loved me, and goodbye. She then, hung up.

I cried harder and chucked my phone at the door, where it shattered into pieces (the phone, not the door). The boys sounded really worried as they yelled more and banged more.

“Go away!” I shrieked at them, sobbing more. I don’t think I’ve ever been more hysterical in my life.

They bellowed their protests and I decided I couldn’t hold back. I pushed the armchair away and threw myself on my bed, sitting up against my pillow, tears still running from my eyes. The door banged open and I flinched as someone touched my arm gently.

My head snapped up and I stared into icy blue eyes. I sobbed harder and leapt off the bed. I sprinted into the elevator and ran out through the doors of the reception outside. It was snowing really heavily now but I didn’t care. It was so cold but I didn’t care.

I ran out into the field, into the middle of nowhere, and sank to my knees, crying harder than I had ever before.

Why was Joe having this big an effect on me? Two kisses and it’s all over for me? I was weak. I was a weak girl who had no one. I bet my mother didn’t even love me. I was freezing cold and I could hardly see anything in the snow.

“Taylor!” I heard his voice. The most beautiful voice in the world, but the last voice I wanted to hear.

“Get away from me!” I screamed. He ignored me and scooped me up bridal style, despite my struggling. I hit him with my fists, but he didn’t drop me.

Instead, he ran all the way to the reception with me, to the elevator and into the dorm room, with me in his arms. I cried and cried. He laid me down on the sofa, and slid my trainers off. He put a thick duvet over me, and I burrowed in its warmth. I snuggled up and eventually I quietened down, and they left me to sleep. Silent tears kept falling from my eyes.

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I opened my eyes and remembered instantly what happened last night. Light was streaming in from the circular window above the dorm door and I blinked a few times before I rolled over and fell on something hard but comfy. I jumped to my feet as I realised that Joe was lying on the floor.