My Sister, Taylor Swift [DISCONTINUED]

The News

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The words crashed down on me.

One word, seven letters, could break a girl's future.

Taylor stared at me. Austin sat back in shock, swearing softly. I blanked out totally. Tears flowed down my face plentifully but I didn't blink. The water was just spurting out of my eyes without my face crumpling at all.

"I'll be staying the night in the guest room," Austin said and walked out of the living room in a trance.

"We're sorry, Taylor, Julie. It's for the best," said my sobbing mother. Dad pursed his lips and gave us a hug. He then walked back to the master bedroom while Mom stood up, reaching for tissues. "I'll be down the road at Aunt Rhonda's," she said while grabbing her coat and running out the door. Aunt Rhonda was Mom's older sister and lived a block away.

That was it. Taylor's face crumpled. She broke down again. When I say break down, I mean break down. It was worse than the Ronan thing backstage. She really screamed and cried and let it all out. It was like shooting the music video for White Horse, around the part where she really C R I E D.

An hour later, at twelve midnight, when we both had raspy throats from crying and screaming "WHY?!" we went to bed. Taylor brought her things over to my room and we shared a bed. It was squishy but I really needed Taylor now. Just as much as she needed me.

As we lay there in silence, the four horrendous words bounced around in my head:

"We're getting a divorce."

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