A few hours later, Taylor was back at home, with strict instructions from the doctor. Wearily, she made her way up to her new bedroom. Without getting out of her clothes, she collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep.
She was stirred from sleep the next morning by the sound of three people arguing downstairs.
"Matt, I told her I wouldn't do anything!" Jeff yelled. "How can I go back on that?"
"It's about what's right." Amy interjected. "Mrs Henderson can't get away with it."
"Yeah," Matt agreed. "What if Taylor's sister is the next one to get beaten or stabbed?"
"I know you're right," Jeff was saying. "I'm just stuck, that's all."
Taylor had heard enough. She had left her parents' house to escape this shit, but instead it had only gotten worse. Quickly she pulled on her ripped jeans, a purple vest top and her favourite pair of boots and went downstairs.
"You guys finished sealing my fate or do you need another five minutes?" She asked, venom filling her voice.
"Tay, we're just worried…" Taylor raised her hand, cutting Amy off.
"It's my life, get it? MY life. I make the decisions, not you. I've had to put up with my mother all my life. I'm used to it now."
"It does involve us," Matt responded. "Jeff could've been hurt yesterday as well. It's not just about you anymore."
"Okay, let's all stop." Jeff interrupted. "This isn't doing any good. Taylor, we're going to the gym for a while, do you want to come?"
Taylor shook her head. "I've got things to do."
Jeff hugged her and kissed her forehead. They all said goodbye and the three wrestlers left Taylor on her own.