"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
I watch Taylor as she is chewing on the delicious meat I just made for everyone, however she doesn't seem to be enjoying it in the slightest and I know exactly why. She has struggled with eating before but I've never seen her like this; horrified by the plate in front of her.
"How do you like it?" I ask carefully, glad she finally decided to at least try.
"It's good, really." The singer answers absentmindedly.
I wish I could look inside her mind, understand the thoughts she is having and take them away from her. I would do it in a heartbeat. Joe ruined her in a way I didn't think a person could be ruined and I didn't notice, not one second. She hid it well. She didn't want anyone to find out and I get it, somehow. I'm just glad she's here now. Even though it hurts to see how much of a strong woman she used to be, spiraling all the way down until all that's left of her is a shell; a fragile shell. And all it takes is one more impossible situation until the once unbeatable woman breaks into a trillion pieces.
From the corner of my eye I recognize Taylor putting down the fork.
"I'm really not hungry." She lies even though she must be starving since I listened to her stomach growl all day.
"But you have hardly touched your food, Tay." I sigh worriedly.
"I'll try later."
With that she gets up and leaves the table, leaving the rest of us with our dinner. I glance over to Ryan, who matches the concerned look on my face, aware that there's nothing we can do about it at this moment. I hear the footsteps on the stairs and the guest room door shuts a few seconds later.
"What's wrong with auntie Tay?" Inez wants to know, not really understanding what's happening.
"She doesn't feel well, honey. Let's give her some space, hm? Just finish your dinner." I say to her and gently squeeze her shoulder before devoting myself back to my own plate.
After having put the kids to bed, Ryan and I settle down on the sofa. Taylor hasn't come out of the room, not even to use the bathroom.
"I'm worried about her, Ry." I mumble to my husband while snuggling into his side.
"I know, I am too. But what are we supposed to do? We can't force her, can we?"
I shake my head. "No but I wish we could do something, anything. She's risking her life and the one of her baby, I don't know if she's aware of that. For what we know she could be passed out on the floor right now, I mean did you see her eat in the last 12 hours? Do you think we should check on her?"
"I don't know, maybe." Ryan shrugs and I free myself from his side, get up and quietly head upstairs.
I slowly open the door to the guest room, just to find Taylore peacefully sleeping in bed, calmer than I have seen her in a while. My lips form a small smile before I proceed to close the door again, deciding to give her the deserving sleep she must have been so desperate for.
December 2021 Taylor's POV:
Tree has been on my ass for weeks now, begging me for an explanation. I have been ignoring her calls and messages but I know that I can't do that forever. Eventually I have to tell her everything, I'm just not ready. I'm not ready to expose myself. Hiding out at Blake's seems to be the most comfortable option these days and I have to say I have been feeling quite safe here but maybe that's just because I haven't seen or heard from Joe in almost four months. He doesn't know where I am and I desperately hope it stays that way. I don't know if I could handle encountering him in my current state of mind. The weeks have been hard, even if Blake and her family have been treating me well. It's hard to get out of bed in the morning, let alone do something productive throughout the whole day. The only thing keeping me going is the tiny human growing inside of my body and the fact that Christmas is nearing, it's only a week away and it's my favorite season of the year. This year everything feels different though. I can't go visit my own family because I'm too afraid to leave the house and the sound of mom's voice, when I told her I couldn't make it this year, is still haunting me.
I'm sat on the sofa watching a movie with the kids while Benjamin is sleeping on my legs, silently purring. I don't know how many times I have watched 'Frozen' in the last few weeks but hey it's the Reynold's childrens' favorite movie and I have to admit I enjoy it too.
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Being six months pregnant has definitely it's disadvantages. I'm thirtsy all the time and I have to pee like every five minutes. I can't sleep on my stomach anymore, which is actually my favorite sleeping position and my hormones are driving me absolutely insane. The only thing that's not happening anymore is the nausea.
"Did everything go well with Dr. Wilson this morning?" Blake asks after she sat down next to me.
"What?" I turn to face her, needing a moment to comprehend her question. "Oh yeah, she said the baby was fine. However she doesn't know if I'll be able to carry her to term...because of the incident."
The blonde just nods understandingly. We haven't really been talking much to be honest. Probably because she has difficulties dealing with the fact that she thinks I refuse to eat enough to nourish my own body. A few minutes of silence follow my reply.
"Have you talked to Tree yet?" The actress then asks and I shake my head. "Please do." She requests, before making her way back to the kitchen. I sish, letting my hands drop to my stomach, where now and then I can feel the tiniest kicks filling my whole body with pure joy.
"Hey can I leave you two alone for a minute?" I want to know from the girls, earning a sad expression from both of them. "I'll be quick, I promise."
I haul myself off the sofa and make my way to the bathroom, where I pull out my phone. Blake is right, I need to talk to Tree. I know me and I know I'll never feel ready so why don't just get it over with? Nervously I tap on her name in my contacts and wait for my publicist to pick up her mobile.
"What a surprise..." The redhead scoffs.
"Please let me explain..." I beg quietly through the phone in my hand.
"Go ahead then."
I gather my strength and let everything just slip through my lips. I tell her everything, from beginning to end and when I'm done, I patiently wait for a response.
"I had no idea." The publicist finally blurts out.
"I'm currently living with Blake Lively, but I can't do that forever, so I'll be needing a new home. I want to sell all my houses, can you take care of that? I don't want Joe to know my addresses and at the moment he knows all of them, I can't go back there. I'm so sorry, Tree. I just didn't feel ready to talk about it. Maybe that wasn't the smartest move and I get if you don't want to work for me anymore, since my career is basically over anyways, at latest when I give birth to my child. I get it okay? And I'm really sorry." A tear escapes my eye that I'm quick to wipe away.
"Taylor Swift...don't you worry about me not wanting to work for you anymore. Was I pissed off? Yes. Do I get it now, you disappearing? Definitely. You don't need to apologize for anything and your career isn't over. How could it ever be? You have a gift only few people have. You write music that inspires,, that people relate to, that makes people feel heard and understood. Your music connects millions of people and I know it's your true passion. Don't you dare give it up! Take all the time you need but when you're ready...make magic again. The right people, they still love you and they always will. Have a little faith..."
A/N: Mehhh I don't like this chapter at all :(((( Thanks for 2k reads though, never thought anyone would actually read what I write Any requests?
