Your Losing Me

Chapter 6

Taylor POV

Taking in a shaky breath I looked over my list for the 5th time that morning.

-Charlie
-Selena
-Momma
-Travis
-Abigail
-Sabrina?
-Blake

I did one final read over and handed it to my mom. "Here. I uh, well, so I assume Sel and Travis already know don't they." I blurted and my mom seemed shocked for a moment before nodding. "Travis knows less than Selena. Travis just knows you have a lot of really bad mental health issues and your not having an easy time right now. Selena knows everything I know." I nodded silently and pursed my lips. "Does anyone else know?" My mom shrugged. "Anyone with eyes can see your struggling Taylor. But no, Travis, Selena, and Charlie are the only ones who know the details." "Okay. I don't know how to start that conversation with someone." I said ashamed and Momma flashed a small smile. The same one that had always brought comfort. "I know. You were never the type to ask for help, even as a little girl. How about you invite them over? I can stick around if you want, or leave." "Stay." I mumbled quietly and picked up my phone, dialing Blake's number. To my surprise my friends daughter answered making me sniffle and try and put on a happy tone "Hey honey! Could you get your mom for me please?" I asked politely and I heard the little girl yell for Blake. As the girl waiting for her mom she asked me "why do you need to talk to mom aunt Taylor? Are you okay?" The question made me sigh a bit agitated, taking a breath to compose myself. "It's some grown up things love. I'll tell you after if your moms okay with it, sound good?" The girl seemed disappointed but mumbled an agreement and handed the phone to her mother. "Hey Blake. Could you come over? There's something I need to talk to you about, something important." "Sure T. I assume you don't want James or Inez coming? James mentioned it was a 'grown up thing'." I hummed softly "yeah. Hope it's not too much trouble." My voice wavered slightly. Slowly my mother reached her hand to my shoulder reassuringly which made me smile. "Not at all. See you in 20." "Kay, bye." I replied before placing the phone down. My slim fingers ran desperately through my chaotic hair, trying pointlessly to tame the mess. My leg bounced quickly and anxiously, hands shaking. "Calm down Taylor, Blake's your friend, it's okay." My mom quietly reassured just as the doorbell rang. My mom got up and opened it, revealing my beautiful friend. "Hey T. What's up?" She questioned, settling on the chair across from me. "Um....well..." I struggled. "Ihaveaneatingdisorderandirelapsedandimdepressedandanxiousandjustamessand" i bit my lip to hold in tears. "I can't do this by myself anymore." I sighed and wiped away a lone tear. Blake stared at the floor for a minute before nodding. "I knew, I knew you relapsed. Well, everyone can tell. Inez asked me 'what's wrong with auntie Taylor?' A week ago. I had no idea what she meant, so I got on google when Inez said you looked like a zombie and kept asking why she could see your ribs. I looked too and quickly recognized the signs T. What can I do?" Blake questioned and I shrugged. That's when my mom jumped in. "Taylor just really needs someone she can talk to." I nodded my head slightly. I had my eyes glued to the floor, not wanting Blake to see the tears sliding down my cheeks. "Can you look at me Taylor?" I glanced up slowly and Blake smiled softly. "What's got you freaked out, hm?" Blake questioned gently and I shrugged. "Im not used to asking for help. It's weird." I explained and Blake nodded "Makes sense. James mentioned that you said you'd tell her if I was okay with it. Are you going to tell her?" "Not sure. Might just explain it in simple terms. If that's okay with you?" I double checked and B nodded "If your comfortable." That made me let out a small smile. Blake left a few hours later and I saw a phone call from her. Knowing it was James I picked up quick.

I read online that James is Blake's oldest daughter. Suggestions? Opinions?

-Brooklyn