𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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Taylor p.o.v 

I woke up to sharp pain in my ribs, I was on the floor with Leah curled next to me on the cold floor. I gently tapped her, crying out in pain at the small movement that I had made. Leah woke, I wasn't sure if it was because of the noise or the tap, either way, it woke her up. 

Leah sat up and I heard her voice, it sounded blurry and muffled. Then, something finally got through my muffled mind. ''Taylor, get up!" I heard Leah cry, she gently shook my arm, I felt tears land on my bare arms. 

I started bawling as Leah lifted me up into a sitting position, it hurt so much and it felt like somebody was stabbing me over and over again. "Taylor, shh, I'm helping you." Leah tried to soothe me as my breaths caught in my throat. "Get off, it hurts!" I yelled, trying to shift away from her without causing myself more pain. "Shh, Taylor, you'll feel better in a minute if you would just stop moving." She whispered. 

My chest heaved, causing more pain to stab through my body. "How is this helping me?" I hissed, panting softly. "Just trust me," Leah whispered. "I know what I'm doing." When the woman walked in, she yanked Leah up by her hair, causing Leah to yelp loudly. 

"H-hey, get off of her." I stuttered in a raspy voice, forcing myself up, and ignoring my body's wish to scream or cry. "What are you gonna do?" The woman growled at me. I stepped closer to her, slamming a fist across her face, the open part of her mask. I felt the bits of the mask dig into my skin, I then backed up as fast as I could, ignoring the pains. 

The woman dropped Leah to the floor, causing her to cry out again. The woman stalked towards me, her eyes glimmering with anger. Leah got up and tried to pull the woman away, earning herself a slap across the face, a hard slap, the noise echoing through the room. 

The woman slammed her fist into my abdomen, but I didn't cry out, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. She continued while Leah tried to hit at the woman, getting elbowed in the face harshly. I finally buckled to my knees, a few tears escaping my eyes. The woman started to kick my ribs, I screamed loudly, curling my body inwards to protect myself. 

"Shut up!" The woman snapped, stepping on my left ankle, pain flared up and I howled in pain, screaming and thrashing under her grip. I sobbed and weakly attempted to push her away, the woman continued to hit me until finally, I passed out, I saw her leave before I welcomed the sweet darkness of not feeling anything, not even the pains of my ankle, my injured ribs, and the countless bruises and cuts littering my body. 

I woke to Leah lightly shaking me, trying hard to not hurt me and flare up my injuries. "Taylor, ok, I need to check your ankle." She whispered I found my shoes already removed, along with my socks. 

Leah lightly felt my ankle, and pain erupted, I softly sobbed, and she let go, removing her hand from her ankle. "Taylor, I...I think it's broken." She admitted quietly. "No, no, it can't be," I whispered. I felt her very gently lift me up into her lap, she started to rock me back and forth, trying to soothe me as I sobbed, the pain was rocketing through my entire body, it felt like I couldn't breathe.

My sobs filled the room, I wanted to go home, I wanted this to be just a bad dream, I didn't want this. Leah shushed me, her body was now rigid with fear. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle the sobs I couldn't help but release, Leah tried to soothe me, but it was desperate and not at all reassuring. 

Leah soon relaxed again, and my sobs came to a stop, I only trembled and looked down at my ankle occasionally. I was uncomfortable, and I longed for my soft bed at home. "Leah." I finally choked out. "Yes, Taylor?" She asked. "I... I wanna go home." I wailed. "I know, I do too," Leah whispered, holding me closer. 

I found that Leah's gentle hold on me was causing me to start drifting to sleep, I sighed and leaned closer to her, feeling her warmth radiate into my ice-cold body, the chills reached my bones and sank into them, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

"You ok?" Leah asked as she felt my shivers. "Yeah, just really cold." Was my reply. Leah gently pushed me off, and stood up, holding her hand out to me. I took it and she pulled me up, I lifted my left foot up slightly off of the ground. 

Leah wrapped her arm around my shoulder, helping me limp over to the bed. I settled down and noticed Leah's grimace of pain. "What did she do to you while I was out?" I asked. "I think she fractured my wrist." Was Leah's reply. I gently pulled her over by her upper arm, seeing her swollen left wrist. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling my heart twist, I didn't do enough, I didn't keep the woman's attention on me. It was my fault Leah was hurt. "I know what you're thinking, and no, it's not your fault," Leah replied.

"No, no, it was my fault-" I was interrupted by Leah, who shushed me. "Shh, you need rest, relax." She whispered. Leah smiled as I relaxed into the lumpy mattress, pulling the sheets up carefully so I didn't jolt my ribs. As my eyes were drifting shut, I felt Leah brush her hand through my hair much like my mother had done when I was down with some sort of sickness. 

A painful wave of nostalgia hit me like a tonne of bricks, I was violently thrown into the memory of me being down with a nasty bout of flu, and my mother had sat by my side all day, running her fingers through my hair, making me soup, getting me water, I missed that, and I wondered what my mother would do with the state I was in now. 

"Night, Leah." I whispered as I drifted into a deep sleep, but my dreams were not very pleasant, and the words 'your fault' haunted my every step, my memories played in little windows like a sick and twisted house of mirrors, but this time, it wasn't a fun game.