𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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!TW!: abuse, mentions of depression and thoughts of cutting, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, vulgar language, read at your own risk. 

A/N: I do not in any way encourage the kinds of thoughts Taylor displays in the bold italics towards the end of this chapter. Remember that you are loved, and supported by friends and family, and remember I am almost always available to talk if you are a specific person that happens to go to my school and keeps up with this book, or if you need someone to talk to in general, I am in no way a therapist or phycologist, but I know from experience that it does help to talk. Remember, if you have these kinds of thoughts, please speak to your family, contact a help phone line, but do not keep it to yourself, there are always other options, and always people to talk to. Have a safe, happy, and wonderful day/night, and enjoy the story, also, look at the image above for a cuteness overload, do it at the end though, trust me.

-Ears0fblo0d/Phoenixdacolt

~Leah p.o.v~

I woke up to Taylor shaking me, my eyes opened blearily as I blinked away the dream. "It sounded like you were having a bad dream, I thought I should wake you up, sorry." He mumbled. "No, no it's fine, we should wait till she comes back anyways," I replied. 

I waited, I wanted to see if I could at least get some books, and see if I could make this room a bit more comfortable, seeing as it was just a pale gray room with only a bed in it. "Follow my lead," I whispered as the door opened. 

I smiled and greeted the woman politely, playing it up, but not to the point that it wasn't believable. "How are my dollies today?" She cooed. "We're fine, thank you," I replied. "I was wondering if we might be able to get some books and a table for them please?" I requested. "I'll think about it." The woman decided. 

The woman left, and Taylor and I took some more painkillers. Taylor then told me to close my eyes. I did so because I trusted him. I felt him press a gentle kiss to my cheek, my eyes opened quickly. "Taylor, this is wrong, we're both in a relationship!" I whisper-yelled. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, you don't have to talk to me ever again if you wan-" 

He was cut off by my lips on his, my lips were soft and gentle. I pulled away, giving him a soft smile. "We tell nobody," I whispered. "Who would we tell?" He quipped. "Shut up." I teased, messing up his hair. 

Taylor chuckled but was cut off by a round of coughing, I sighed, were we ever going to escape? That question that had swirled through my head every day since we had both been here took on a new meaning. 

What if we did escape, what comes after that? Would we just leave and never speak again, would we exchange phone numbers and sometimes call, or would we visit each other a lot and help each other through the trauma that was sure to last throughout the rest of our lives. 

I decided to stop living in the future for a few minutes, I kissed him again, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. He kept his lips closed, and I pulled away. "You're such a tease," I muttered. "Alas, I admit it," Taylor replied. 

I laughed, wait, I laughed. I hadn't laughed since I had gotten here, and goddamnit it felt good. "What?" He asked. "Nothing," I mumbled. 

"What does this make us?" I asked him. "I don't know, but we'll figure it out." He replied. I was sure that good luck would befall us and we would be found that day, but it turns out, this was the calm before the storm. 

 The woman stormed in, the door flinging open as she stormed in with a fire in her eyes. 
"The girl, please." Her voice did not match her eyes, her voice was sweet, like sugar, but her eyes were hardened with a rage that made me want to shrink and just disappear.