Don't Blame Me (Haylor)

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This chapter is dedicated to MyBlindOptimism13 for making me this amazing cover. Thank you so so so much. I really appreciate it. The cover is amazing.

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'You are still all over me like a
Wine stained dress,
I can't wear anymore.'

Taylor's POV

It was easy for Luke to break the news about the party tonight. It was really easy for him to literally tell me that we will go to the party but It wasn't easy for me to ask father about it. I didn't want him to lash out and do something bad to me. I was already running out from the concealer I brought a week or so ago. I didn't want more marks to cover but I also didn't want Luke to get upset if I canceled on him. He was the only person who loved me and cared for me.

I took a deep breath and entered the living room quietly while fiddling with the hem of my sweatshirt. The room smelled of whiskey and other alcohol father was consuming. He was sitting on the couch with the TV on and some chips packet next to him. The TV was working as some sort of background voice because he had a far away look on his face, his eyes were dull with no shine in them. They didn't hold any emotion in them. The only emotion I get to see in his eyes was hatred. Hatred toward me. He was looking up at the ceiling, his beard was making an appearance on his face and I don't think he was going to shave. He hardly care about anything anymore.

He didn't notice my presence and I wasn't surprised. Maybe it was because of the fact that he was drunk or maybe it was because how silent I become when he was around, always in my room. "Dad." I called my voice wavering slightly from the fear and nervousness. Dad. It has been so long since I last called him that, he wasn't my dad anymore. He held the title of being my father but not Dad. A Dad is supposed to love and protect his children. He was complete opposite of that. I feel unsafe around him. I feel the hatred radiating off him toward me.

I wish I hadn't called him because the look he gave me sent shiver down my spine and not the good kind. "What do you want?" He asked gruffly while his eyes narrowed down at me in a glare. My throat dried up and my palms become clammy from the sweat. The whole speech I had planned on the way here had gone somewhere in the back of my mind behind the walls that I know I couldn't take down.

"I.. There is this part-" I stopped myself from completing the sentence, telling him about the party wasn't the most intelligent thing to do. I would convince Luke to drop me off early and tell father that I went on a date with him. Surely father wouldn't say no to a date with Luke. He was the one who was extremely happy when he saw Luke talking to me when we went to a ball held by Luke's family.

My father worked for his family on a high post so we got the invitation. The ball was basically for business purpose as the people there were dressed in suits and expensive dresses while talking with wine in one hand. I was bored out of my mind and was sitting quietly on a couch when my feet could no longer support me on the heels I was wearing and I obviously couldn't walk barefoot in a ball like this. That's when Luke approached me and introduced himself which wasn't necessary as I already knew him from school. He was the talk of school but I didn't tell him that because I didn't want to be seem as creepy or boost his ego. He accompanied me throughout the night and at one point I started to feel uncomfortable worried if all the talking was because of some kind of petty bet he had with his friends but it was all forgotten as I got to know him more and more that night. I expected him to forget about me after that night even though a part of me wanted him to remember me. My expectations didn't exceed when I found Luke by my locker the next day with the same smirk on his face. My school life did a 360 degree turn that day.