Chapter 3
"Are you drunk?" Taylor asked as he placed his keys on the hallway table.
"Drunk? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? What is your problem?" I asked again. I was furious that he could act like he had done nothing wrong.
He removed his heavy leather jacket and placed it on the back of his couch. He slipped his boots off and took off his rings. He stretched his arms and popped his neck and shoulders.
"TAYLOR!! I asked you a god damn question!!!" At this point, I was beginning to become livid. How can he all of a sudden ignore that I was even in his apartment. This was beginning to get out of hand.
"Stop yelling!" He calmly said as he walked to me. His shoulders rolled back and his walk slowed to a prowl.
I instinctively started stepping backwards. I swallowed the lump of saliva that had started to form. "Taylor, what are you doing?" My hands raised up, kept them high enough to protect my chest.
He kept walking, kept watching me. I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, slow and deep. His fists pulsated at his sides, opening and closing.
My eyes watched his whole body language. He was tense, a stance he never had with me. He used this to intimidate people or when he was ready for a fight. Fear ripped through my body.
"Do you know how it feels to see you having a good time without me? Watching you talking to other men? Touching them? Fucking them?" He questioned, still walking slowly.
I looked back and noticed I was loosing space. I had to do something to keep the distance between us. "Yes I do or did you forget that?" I countered. How can he ask me a question like that? After what he did to me. I looked deep in his eyes "The only difference Taylor is that I did it when we were broken up. We are not seeing each other. We are not a couple. You need…"
His hands grabbed mine and pulled me to him. "What I need is you Brianna. I didn't cheat on you. You believe a stranger and not the man that has never lied to you. The man who took you as you were and never once judged you. How can you trust them and not me?" His voice strained with emotion. My heart hurt, it raced, it wanted to jump out of my over heating body. Signs that it had been cold had disappeared.
I couldn't look at him. His words hit me, hit me to the core. Had I made a mistake? Had I believed the wrong thing? My mind raced with questions, with doubt.
"I love you my beautiful Brianna! You have been the only woman I have been with since we both became involved. I have never cheated on you. I have been tempted but my brain and heart are only dedicated to you!" He continued. His gentle hands rubbed my covered arms. I stared at his chest, too afraid to look in those eyes.
"I don't believe you. You have lied to me before. Why should I believe you now?" I stepped away from him. I had to get away; his presence was over powering me, over powering my judgment.
"I am not lying. I would never lie to you about this." He followed me. Invading my personal space. I needed to leave.
"I have to go; it was a mistake to come here." I began to panic; fear was taking place in my mind. A place I didn't want to go.
"No you're not leaving. We have to talk about this. I am not letting you leave me again." Taylor grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. His eyes were now blood shot. Signs that he was now at the brink of letting out his emotions. Again a thing that is considered rare.
"No, Taylor, I have to go. Its over, move on." I tried pulling away but his grip only tightened. "Taylor, let go. Please!" My mind raced with emotions and thoughts of escape.
"No, you are not leaving." He pulled me harder onto him and wrapped his large arms my shoulders. "I love you Brianna."
"Taylor, Please." I whispered as I struggled to get away. I saw his head lower to mine and my blood ran cold. "No…" His lips pressed against mine. All thoughts erased from my mind.
