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A/N: Alright everybody…it's time for another update. First off I just want to say that this will be my last post until after Thanksgiving. So have a HAPPY THANKGIVING!!! And I'll be posting that following weekend I think. Now let me thank my reviews from last week; mzwendy85, chaylorXtraylorlover101, glasvegas, animediva1706 , MermaidRam85, seabreezylady18 , Britt, javasmoker and Phelycia. Thank you all for reviewing and I hope that you guys enjoy this new update. Please remember to Review.
Baby S
Chapter Fourteen
I knew when I walked out of the hospital room, that she wasn't going to wait for me, but is it wrong to hope. At first I was furious with Mr. McKessie…I was absolutely furious with him about trying to keep his daughter away from me, but you know what? I thought about it and I don't blame him for protecting his daughter. I missed up, and as a father that loves her he stepped in and picked up the job that I had neglected. Well, I guess I should continue with the story.
He could hear the crowd chanting defense as he received the ball from Juan, turning around he faced the court and pulled the ball back just as one of the defenders took a swipe at it. Lifting one hand up he called for an ISO and then dribbled up the court. They were down one point and there was only five point six seconds left in the game. Looking at the player in front of him, he knew he could take him. Glancing up at his bench he could see them all standing up cheering him on. Racing down the court, he looked up at the clock mounted on the backboard and drew back a step as he saw Jerry Buss watching him from behind the bench. Pivoting on his inside foot, he spun around his defender and entered the lane, crossing over behind his back he pulled up and starting a fade away shot, no one was in his area the shot clearly wasn't going to be challenged, and then he thought about Taylor and forced off of the worst shots in his career on purpose. He watched as the ball completely missed the rim and slammed into the backboard just as the crowd for the home team erupted in celebration of their win. Landing on his feet he ignored his teammates and met a fuming Jerry Buss's eyes and sent him a smirk.
The team was absolutely down after the close lost they just experienced, Troy walked in behind the group and headed over to his locker. Turning his chair so that he was facing away from his teammates and coaches he stared at the wall silently wondering how his dream had turned into a nightmare. Coach Jackson was just about to speak when Jerry Buss came in extremely heated. "What the hell was that out there Troy?" he shouted out angrily. Troy didn't reply all he did was sigh while closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Annoyance couldn't begin to describe how he was feeling at that the moment. "How could you do that…how could you?"
"Do what, Jerry?" Troy deadpanned his voice showing as much interest as a person would while watching paint dry. Jerry immediately bristled at his words and rushed over moving quickly past his stun players, reaching out he yanked Troy's arm up and stared him down.
"You know exactly what you did?" He shouted out angrily. "Don't sit there and try to deny it." Taking his arm away from Jerry, Troy stood to his full height till he was towering over the man and looked him dead in the eye.
"And you know what you did too." He stated coldly, "Did you think I would actually come here and play for you after what you did to me and my family." He shouted out angrily as he moved towards the smaller man. Jerry immediately took a step back as some of the players maneuvered themselves in between the men to keep them from fighting.
"Guys calm down." Coach Jackson stated as he came over to Troy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down son…you shouldn't be upset like this." He replied softly as he looked at him for a moment and then over at his boss. "Jerry what's going on?"
"Other than him throwing the game." Jerry spat, as he shoved the hands of the players off of him. He glared at Troy and pointed a finger at him. "I'll make sure you'll never play again."
"What da hell makes you think I still want to play?" Troy shouted back as he shook his head. "My wife left me…and you were one of the main reasons she's gone. You forced Jessica on me…and when I approached you, you didn't care. So if I'm at fault so are you." He snapped fully intending to back-up his words.
"Do you understand that you are under contract to play for my team till I see fit."
"I don't give a damn, Jerry. Take me to court…I don't care, all I want is my wife back and I just don't think that's going to happen." Troy replied his shoulders dropping in defeat. Coach Jackson watched him for a moment before sighing.
"Jerry, please tell me you aren't threatening him after everything that's happened to him." Coach Jackson replied harshly as he looked over at his boss and also who he thought was a decent man. "He just lost his child for goodness sakes and you're forcing him to be here right now." Jerry opened his mouth and then closed it as he saw the other harsh faces of the team.
"Look, I'm sorry but it's what I have to do…we have to get to the playoffs we haven't been there in so long and-."
"Is that really all you care about…I thought this team was suppose to be a family for the players." One of the players called out angrily. "Troy's been a great player…he's hit a hard time and he should be allowed to use it as he sees fit…and if he needs to stop playing, let him stop playing. Some people need time." As the player finished others quickly echoed his sentiments. Jerry seeing that he was extremely out numbered looked over at Troy.
"Fine, what do you want to do, Troy." He asked softly giving up the fight, he knew he couldn't have the whole team angry with him. Troy studied him for a moment before speaking.
"My wife has left me…I want the time to go and get her back…no matter how long it takes." Jerry studied him for a moment before replying.
"Troy, you gotta play some games."
"My wife is my first priority…she's the one I want to take care of…I mean I love playing for this organization…this organization helped me realize my dream but seriously if this is the price I have to pay then I don't want it." Troy replied coldly as he looked at the man. Jerry bowed his head for a moment as he mentally thought things over. Troy was his best player; he was restoring the city with that old pride that he had been so use to seeing. The pulse of the city was alive because he had signed Troy and he had brought in a whole new generation of winning and pride for the city. Lifting his head up, he looked at Troy and realized that he had to let him go and hope that when everything was over he would come back to the team.
"Fine…just make a public statement, I'll dock the pay but you'll still be making money…get your affairs in order and when you're done if you still want…there'll be a spot on the team if you still want it." Troy nodded his head as he looked at the man.
"You're serious?"
"I am…so how about you head on out of here…I'll schedule you a press conference after your daughter's funeral." Troy barely flinched at his words, he just nodded his head his mind already on his wife and son…and their deceased daughter.
"Thank you." He murmured softly, as the rest of the players slowly moved back to their lockers. Jerry just nodded his head and then stepped forward invading Troy's space. Troy turned his head slightly and looked at him rising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"I also just want to tell you…that I'm sorry and regardless if you come back or not, I hope that you can forgive me eventually." Troy watched him for a moment before speaking.
"What are you going to do about Jessica?"
"She's fired…I should have done something earlier, but I didn't listen and for that I'm sorry. I hope that you can fix everything with your wife." Troy nodded his head while reaching out to pick up his dress shirt.
"Thank you." Jerry nodded and then turned to leave the locker room. All Troy could think about was trying to get back home as quickly as possible so that he could try to fix everything that was currently going wrong with him and his wife. He just knew that he had to fix it, and he was going to stop trying until he did.
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Pulling up outside his L.A. home, Troy felt an instant chill race up and down his spine as he spied Jessica sitting on the hood of her car. Parking, he hopped out of the car and openly glared at her as he made his way over to her. "What da hell are you doing here? In front of my home." He shouted as he looked at her angrily. Hopping off the car, she rushed over to him her face full of tears. Troy watched her dispassionately as he studied the woman who had brought so much pain into his life. As she saw neared him Troy's rage over what she had down earlier surfaced reaching out he latched onto her arm and pulled her forcefully over to him.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed her expression taking on one of hurt. Troy sneered down at her and then pushed her back. Reaching up she rubbed her arm and looked at him. "Jerry fired me…and he wouldn't tell me why, do you know what happened, what are we going to do." She asked. Troy just watched her wondering how a woman so absolutely crazy had been pausing all this time as a sane woman.
"You mean to tell me that you really don't know why you were fired." He snapped back as he turned to face her full out. "You mean you can't possibly think of a reason as to why you were fired." He asked back harshly.
"Troy why are you being like this?" she asked, Troy was surprised that she actually looked sincere as she spoke to him. Shaking his head in looked up towards the sky.
"Jerry fired you because of what you did to me and my family." He replied as he looked back at her. "That's why he fired you…and I am glad he did. You're completely out of control, you went to my wife who had basically just found out that we lost a child and you cruelly show her those pictures of us. Pictures I didn't even know existed."
"I did that for us…she was trying to trap you, Troy. She was trying to trap you so I did what I did so that we could finally be together."
"Together! What makes you think I want to be with you, Jessica. I loved my wife since the moment I meant her. You were nothing more than a sick…a sick moment of weakness one that I will regret for the rest of my life." He explained coldly as if he was talking about the weather. "Oh and let me tell you another thing…even if I was no longer with Taylor. Even if I can't fix this I would never be with you."
"Why…why are saying this."
"Cause damnit you need to understand and leave me the hell alone. You need to leave my family the hell alone."
"What is it about her?" Jessica asked him, hoping he would answer her. Shaking his head, Troy just looked at her before speaking.
"Get the hell off my property before I throw you off." Jessica just watched him for a moment before turning towards her car.
"I hope you know she's gone. She didn't stay here for you, she left. I would have never left." Jessica replied softly. Troy in a fury turned around on her and reached out latching on to her arm he swung her towards her car and watched as she ran into it. He had never in his life actually laid a hand on a woman, but Jessica had just spoken aloud his worst fear. If Taylor had actually left him, he would have wanted to find out on his own and not from this woman who was making it her life's work to ruin his marriage in hopes that he would consider her a prime replacement for his wife.
"Get the hell off my damn property." He shouted as he yanked opened her car door and literally tossed her inside. He watched with his chest rising and falling as she quickly turned on the car and pulled away. As soon as she was gone, he turned and raced towards the house. Opening the door he stepped inside and immediately felt the chill of loneliness. Not bothering with the downstairs room, he took to the stairs hopping one step at a time until he reached the second floor. Going over to his son's room he opened the door and was greeted with an almost completely bare room. Turning away from the door, he walked down the hall to their bedroom and opened the door. Stepping into the room, he paused and looked at everything. The bed was neatly made and on the center was a white envelope. Deciding that for right now it would be better for him if he just ignored it he walked over to the closet and threw it open, and was greeted by the sight of only seeing emptiness on her side of the closet. Everything was gone. Every single thing. Shaking his head, he walked over to bed and sat down. He sat there completely numb as he stared at a spot on the floor. His hands were on his knees and he was steadily trying to take deep breaths so that he would hyperventilate. His vision swam with tears as he just looked into the closet and realized that she was gone. She had actually left him despite his pleading for her to wait on his return. All he could think about was how much this actually hurt. Turning slightly he maneuvered so that he was lying length wise on the bed. Reaching out, he grabbed her pillow and pulled it towards him. Burying his nose in the pillow he took in her smell and even though it was slightly faded he drew comfort from it and closed his eyes willing himself to simply ignore the dear-john letter for the time being. As he snuggled deeper into the pillow he slowly fell into a restless sleep where he was plagued with the continuing dream of Taylor leaving him.
"Do you think we should wake him up?" Zeke asked as they entered the bedroom the next night surprise to find Troy there clutching a pillow with his eyes closed and his breathing steady. Sharpay looked over at him and then back at Troy before nodding her head.
"We promised Taylor we'd check on him and make sure that he comes to the funeral." She replied as she took in Troy's haggard appearance. His face was completely unshaven and he had red rimmed eyes as if he had been crying off and on. Looking over at her husband who was cautiously watching his friend she spoke again. "Besides, who knows how long that door has been opened. He could have gotten robbed or murdered." Zeke nodded his head in agreement and then reached out towards Troy and gently shook his shoulder.
"Troy man wake up." Troy grunted and snuggled deeper into his pillow before lifting his head and looked over at them. As he took in their appearance, he studied them with unseeing eyes for a moment before closing them and turning his head.
"Please go away." He muttered out angrily. Zeke and Sharpay exchanged a look before Zeke spoke up.
"We can't do that."
"And why not…Taylor's gone away," he reached down and picked up the dear-john letter that had remained by his side throughout his sleep. Waving it in their faces he lowered back down and snorted. "She left me…nothing else matters." He stated with a bitter laugh as he dropped the letter back onto the bed. "Nothing even matters anymore."
"Get the hell up, Troy." Zeke exclaimed as he walked around to the other side of the bed, grabbed hold of Troy he lifted him up and half-carried…half dragged him up off the bed. Troy still clutching the pillow struggled out of his hold and sent him a look.
"Don't do that alright…I'm fine and well be even better once you get the hell out of my house." He snapped as he looked them over.
"So you're going to miss your daughter's funeral…is that what you're going to do. You're going to wallowing in so much self-pity that you aren't going to go see your daughter to her final resting place." Troy's chest rose and fell as he thought about the daughter that was stolen from him and Taylor.
"Does she want me there?" he asked weakly, even he had to flinch at the weakness in his voice. Sharpay looked at him for a moment before responding.
"If you would just read the letter." Shaking his head he turned away from her, he didn't want to read the letter. He didn't want to see the words inside that he was sure would tear his world apart and make him feel as if he shouldn't even live anymore, hell he already wished he could have traded places with his daughter.
"I'm not reading that letter." Troy replied his voice coming out stronger this time, as he looked at her. Sharpay nodded and then picked it up.
"Well I'm gonna hold on to it, cause you're going have to read it sooner or later Troy so just accept it. You owe Taylor as much." She replied as Zeke headed towards the closet to pick out some clothes for Troy. Sharpay's words seemed to have struck a cord in him, because Troy watched for her for a moment before speaking.
"She left me." He mumbled the pity for himself coming through in his voice. "She left me when I asked her to wait on me." Sharpay unable to keep her thoughts to herself on the matter anymore spoke up her voice soft and damaging.
"What did you expect?" she asked bluntly as she looked at him coldly.
"What?" he asked slightly put off by her coming into his self-pity session. She glared at him for a moment before replying.
"Its karma…Troy, when you look at all the emotionally scars that you've given her, I'm just surprise that this didn't happen to you sooner." As soon as the words left her mouth the room filled with a deadly silence. She looked at Troy's eyes and saw that she had placed the jab perfectly. Glancing over towards Zeke who was now standing in the doorway of the closet, taking her eyes off her husband she turned and left the room. Zeke waited till they were alone before speaking.
"I'm sorry she said that-." He stopped as Troy just shook his head and gave off a bitter chuckle as he looked at the other man.
"What are you sorry for…that's what you all think, of that I'm sure." Troy muttered as he sat back down on the bed.
"Still, she shouldn't have done that."
"No…sometimes people need to hear the truth and I certainly needed to hear it." He replied with a sighed as he laid back and placed Taylor's pillow back in its place. Zeke watched him slightly uncomfortable. He knew his friend was hurting, and he just didn't understand what he should do. He was angry with him, but he felt like Troy needed at least someone in his corner. Sitting down on the bed, he waited patiently for Troy to talk to him. Troy closed his eyes for a moment and then whispered. "I'm…I'm scared Zeke."
"Of what?" He asked, Troy opened his eyes for a moment before speaking.
"Of not being able to fix what I did. Of not being able to convince her that I love her." Troy replied softly as he looked up towards the ceiling. "I've caused her so much pain…and everything is my fault." He whispered softly as he closed his eyes again.
"Do you really believe that?" Zeke asked. "Taylor loves you, she just needs her space…she needs time and you should really give it to her."
"I'll give her anything she wants just as long as she takes me back." Troy replied honestly as he looked at his friend. Zeke nodded his head, and pushed himself up and off the bed.
"Good, cause I knew she wants you at the funeral and I know you will never forgive yourself if you do not show up yourself. So pack up…Sharpay and I booked a flight and we are heading out this afternoon," Zeke paused and took a sniff. "On second thought take a shower…groom yourself and change than pack." Troy rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
"Whatever man." He muttered the first sign of humor he's shown in days. Zeke just smirked as the door slammed closed. Getting up, he headed out of the room and went in search for his wife so they could talk while they waited on Troy to get ready.
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Taylor sat silently on top of her bed, staring almost blindly at her naked ring finger. Never had her finger been naked like this since she married Troy all those years ago. A knocked sounded at the door and she looked up and then called out quietly. "Come in." The door opened and Gabrielle Danforth entered the bedroom, she had been over a lot ever since she and Anthony had returned to her parents' home.
"Anthony is asleep, I thought you would like to know." She replied softly as she came over to the bed and sat down beside Taylor. Sensing that her friend needed some comfort, Gabrielle wrapped an arm around her shoulders and Taylor gladly laid her head down on her friend's shoulder. Almost immediately Taylor's shoulders starting shaking with sobs as she finally really allowed herself to cry in front of someone.
"I wish I didn't still love him…it would make everything easier." Taylor stated through tears as she allowed her friend to hold her. Gabrielle rubbed a hand through her hair and shook her head for a brief moment.
"He's your husband and of course you love him…he made a mistake."
"He cheated on my Gabby." Gabrielle sighed and moved slightly so she could look her friend in the face.
"Do you seriously think that he continuously did it? He only did it once…and I know you're hurt but I also know that you basically need your space. Troy loves you and you know he's not going to give you up." Taylor just nodded her head.
"The funeral's tomorrow…and it's going to be the first time I'm gonna see him since I left L.A., Gabby." Gabrielle wisely didn't say a word as she allowed Taylor to continue to talk to her about her feelings. "Should I be missing him like this?" she asked softly, "After everything he's done should I be missing him like this."
"You love him…and I know this hurts you, Taylor believe me I know but you and I both know that you care so much about him. He's your husband and the father of your son. You're just angry right now and that's understandable…look you better get some sleep alright." Gabrielle stated standing up, Taylor looked over at her for a moment before nodding her head.
"Yeah, I'll try if I can." Taylor replied, Gabrielle just nodded and headed out of the room leaving Taylor by herself. Once she was alone, Taylor rested her head on her pillows and held up her left hand again staring at her ring finger's nakedness.
Troy entered his parents' home slowly; he hadn't faced them since the big reveal. Sharpay and Zeke had dropped him off and then headed off to their New Mexico home. Setting his bags down on the floor he paused as his father entered the hallway. The older man's face held a look of surprise on it as he studied his son. "Troy."
"Hey Dad." Jack just watched him for a moment before shaking his head and turning around on his heel leaving his son alone. Troy's shoulders dropped at the sight of his father actually leaving him alone. Tossing his keys onto the hallway table, he grabbed his bags and headed upstairs wondering if his father was going to speak to him. As he entered his boyhood home, he quickly walked over to the window and peered out. Right across the way was Taylor's room, and her lights were still on.
"I wouldn't go over there if I were you." Turning around he saw his father in the doorway staring past him and at the McKessie household. Troy looked between his father and the McKessie house before speaking.
"I wasn't planning on it. Taylor needs time and-."
"Why did you do it?" Jack asked point-blank as he studied the son who had always tried to make him proud. Troy lowered his head and then turned back around to peer out of the window before speaking.
"It's done…does it really matter how it happened." He asked softly. "I've messed up-." His words were cut off by his father's bitter chuckle.
"Oh believe me…I think everyone knows that." He stated with a shake of his head. "What I want to know is why? Why did you do it? I know you love her…so why?" Troy bowed his head for a moment before running his fingers through his hair.
"It was a moment of weakness…Taylor and I were fussing a lot and I just…fuck, I don't know I just gave into temptation." He stated finishing his statement in the form of a shout. Jack watched him for a moment before stepping further into the room.
"I just wanted to know where you pick this habit up at…because I know you never picked it up from me. I taught you how to respect your wife…to love your wife and the family that you would create together."
"I know." Troy replied his voice sounding small like a little boy, the sound instantly made Jack think about the things he had to discipline his son during his childhood.
"Well, the only thing you have to do now, is fix it. Don't let this go on forever son. I want you to fix this immediately.
"I can't do that…Taylor needs her time, and I have to make sure that when I come back to her and I can make her believe that what I did will never happen again." Jack just watched him for a moment and then turned to leave the room.
"I guess you can start on that task tomorrow…try to be there for your wife." With his parting words, Jack left the room leaving his son alone to think about all that he had just told him. As the door closed, Troy went and settled down on the window seat and looked across the way at Taylor's room wondering if he could ever make her love him again.
"Mommy, where is daddy? If we are burying my little sister than he needs to be here too." Anthony demanded as his mother clipped on his small tie. Taylor felt her eyes water up at her son's words and the look of tears threatening to come out of his mother's eyes immediately startled the little boy, reaching on his small fingers up he brushed a lone tear off of Taylor's cheek. "I'm sorry mama." He whispered. Taylor bit back a sob, and pulled her son to her hugging him tightly.
"It's okay baby…mommy's just sad because we are going to be…"
"Sending my sister up to heaven." The little boy replied, Taylor bit her lip as she thought about the name that she and Troy had come up with for the little girl. Bending her knees slightly she picked up Anthony's chin and looked him in the eyes.
"Your sister's name is Aisha?" she whispered softly as she looked at him. "We are sending Aisha to heaven." The little boy nodded his head and fell into his mother's embrace who immediately returned to hug. After a while, Taylor gently stepped away from her son and looked over at the clock. "Come on sweetie we have to get going." As they exited the room and headed downstairs they heard her father's angry voice. Taylor immediately knew who he was talking too. As they entered the hallway that led to the front door, she saw Troy standing there in a suit of his own. Anthony instantly brightened and rushed forward latching onto his father's leg.
"Daddy." The little boy exclaimed happily as he looked up at his father. Troy immediately replaced the frown that he had been offering Taylor's father earlier away and smiled down at his son.
"Hey, Anthony." He whispered as he knelt down slightly so he could pick up his son. Holding the little boy close he hugged him tightly, while looking over his shoulder at Taylor who stood beside her father silently. "Hey, Taylor." He whispered.
"Troy what are you-."
"I'm here to take my family out so that we can bury our daughter and-," he looked down at Anthony and spoke. "And little sister."
"You could have met us."
"No…I couldn't have." He stated softly as he set Anthony back down on the ground. "Regardless of what's going on between us right now…we have to do this right for our daughter." Taylor shocked at the insightfulness of his statement just nodded her head as she looked at him in complete shock.
"Okay."
"Good…I'm ready to go if you are." He stated as he slowly lifting a hand to straighten his tie. Taylor watched as he tried to tighten it as much as possible but as usual, he couldn't do it. Moving past her father, she walked over to him and removed his hands.
"Let me do it…you know how you always have problems." She whispered, while keeping her eyes glued to his tie. Sean watched his daughter silently and then looked at his grandson.
"Come on Anthony let's go and see if grandma is ready to go." He murmured holding out his hand. Anthony quickly went over to him and they left the estranged couple alone. Troy watched as Taylor slowly undid his tie.
"I've missed you." He murmured softly as he looked down at her willing her to just look up at him for a moment. Taylor shrugged her shoulders and then spoke.
"Let's not talk about us…today is our daughter's day. I don't want to think about us or what you did to destroy us…I just want to think about my daughter and send her off right." Taylor replied softly as she looked away from him.
"Can you at least look me in my eyes." He whispered as he raised her chin with his finger, Taylor studied him for a moment as he did this before taking a step back.
"I should probably go and see if-."
"Your father is taking care of it." He stated his voice soft as he looked at her. "I'm quitting the NBA for now…and if you want me to do so permanently just tell me and I will." He said with conviction. "I'll stop playing for you."
"Troy let's not do this…not now please."
"We will I get to see you again huh." He asked, "You won't talk to me on the telephone…I can't ever talk to you and you know I refuse to -."
"Are we ready to go?" Sean asked entering the room again, with his wife Denise and his son Vince. Troy watched as Vince moved by him and sent him one of the coldest glares he had ever received before heading out onto the porch. Troy slowly followed the family wondering if he would ever be as close with them again.
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The funeral was one of the hardest things that Troy had ever had to experience in his life, as he entered his bedroom again that night all he could think about was carrying his daughter's casket. He wouldn't let anyone else do it. Aisha deserved to be carried by her father one last time. He was the first one to hold and he was the last one to hold in this world. As soon as the funeral was over, he took Taylor and Anthony back home, their tears burning themselves into his heart and memory. Taking off his jacket, he remembered how Taylor had struggle throughout the ceremony with needing comfort from him and remembering that he just couldn't give it too. As he tossed his jacket onto the floor, an envelope fell from the pocket. Standing up, he walked over to it and picked it. Bending down he scooped the letter up and looked it over for a moment before sighing. Somehow the letter Taylor had left him ended up in his suit pocket and then he remembered Sharpay hugging him. She must have slipped it inside his jacket pocket. Turning the letter over onto the front he saw Sharpay's handwriting. Troy you really need to read this. Shaking his head, he headed back over to his bed and settled down. The letter felt heavy extremely heavy for something that was only supposed to have a letter inside of it. As he tore open the envelope he saw something glittering at him from within. Tilting the envelope to its side, he stared at the contents in shock as he felt his head break. In the palm of his hand were the rings he had given to Taylor. Setting them down on the bed beside him, pulled out the letter and began to read even though he feared what it would say within.
Dear Troy,
By the time you read this, I will have left L.A. with my parents. I know you asked me to wait, but I simply couldn't. I couldn't sacrifice anymore of myself for you. Especially after what you did, now you know I love you…at least I still think I do. Troy I need time…I need time to sort through everything. You have to understand that I'm hurt. I'm hurting right now. We lost a daughter and a marriage in the same day. I just can't handle anything else. I've given you back your rings, because right now I don't want them. They remind me of you and I don't want to reminded of you. I need to be fully away from you and that's what I'm going to do in order to heal myself of the pain that you have caused. I don't know where we'll be once I'm done but I do know that as of right now we can't be together. Please respect my decision. I won't keep you away from your son, but I want to at least respect me and what I'm asking of you.
I'm sorry
Taylor
Crumpling up the letter, Troy stood and walked over to this waste basket and threw them away and then went to his dresser and dug through it until he found a long gold chain. Walking back over to the bed he picked up the rings and slid them onto the chain before putting it around his neck. He was simply in a daze over her letter. With trembling hands he moved to his bed, and sat down heavily bending over he felt the weight of her rings on his neck as he wondering if this was what dying felt like, cause he knew he couldn't live his life without Taylor in it. So that meant he would simply have to exist, at least till she took him back.
A/N: So what do you think? How are you feeling about what's happening? Drop me a line in a review and tell me.
Baby S