Room 13 (Kaylor)

Chapter Nine.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter I just felt like they needed closure before anything happens between Karlie and Taylor!
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It feels like torture.

The sick feeling in her stomach hasn't faded for days, and without a single thought, or a single glance...Taylor grabs her phone that's been incessantly buzzing for at least ten seconds now and quickly declines the call, pressing the button on the side before returning her gaze to the ceiling.

She hasn't moved in days, doesn't even know how many have actually passed...has barely slept, barely eaten, barely done anything but lay in this bed and cry, her mind spinning, her heart aching, her body beyond sore from all the crying she's done, from the dry heaving in the toilet she spent the first day doing, from the consistent thoughts of anguish and guilt for everything that's happened.

She hasn't heard from Joe, his name not popping up on her caller id, and it's the only name she wants to see. she gets calls from Tree, from Ella, from her parents, from Abigail and of course...

Of course, she gets calls from Karlie. But Taylor doesn't accept any of them. She can't bring herself to. She doesn't even know what to say. All she cares about is that Joe isn't trying to reach out to her, is ignoring her for the first time in eight years, which means he's clearly is as heartbroken as she feels. Even when they broke up, Joe still remained her friend. They spoke almost every day, and now? It's been days and not a single word...and god does it hurt so fucking much.

But there's no one else to blame. Definitely not Joe, as far as she's concerned. She'll be surprised if he ever fucking talks to her again. This is all her fault. It's all her fault, this is all on her, because Taylor's the one who cheated, Taylor's the one who broke his heart, Joe did nothing fucking wrong-

Taylor whines and buries her face into her pillow, her eyes so fucking sore from all the crying she's done for the last five days. She's so sick of crying, and she's positive she has not a single ounce of moisture in her body to let out tears, the lack of water she's had finally getting to her because her eyes simply sting, no tears falling as she grips the pillow tighter.

She's positive she's heard knocking on the door a few times since yesterday, but she doesn't even have the energy to push herself up out of bed to answer. She doesn't want to see anyone who isn't Joe, doesn't want to talk to anyone who isn't the man she's known for the last eight years...doesn't want to be around anyone who isn't her best friend.

She just wants a chance to explain herself, god, but she knows she doesn't even deserve the right to ask for the opportunity. As much as she wants to call Joe, she knows he won't answer, and even if he does, what the fuck is she supposed to say?

She cheated on him. Plain and simple. She kissed Karlie, and even if it boils down to her figuring out her sexuality, even if it boils down to her developing feelings for someone else, she still acted on them, and she still cheated.

Her phone buzzes again. Taylor grabs it and throws it across the room with a scream, watches it smash against the wall without a single care as she sobs and clutches her chest, wishing she could rip her fucking heart out and throw it away because she's so tired of how much it hurts.

She has no idea what's going on in the outside world. Doesn't care enough to find out. The only thing causing the bile to rise in the back of her throat, however, is the thought that Joe's likely told everyone by now that the wedding is off, meaning her parents are likely either in the process of disowning her, or are on their way to New York to comfort her. Regardless, she hasn't heard from them in a couple of days, and it just scares her even more.