~ Mitzilyn's P.O.V ~
I missed Taylor so much. It hurt to think about
him. Why did he do this? I thought he loved me. But I guess maybe not.
I picked up my phone to see it blown up with messages from Taylor. But one message caught my eye.
Message From: Taylor
"Babe, ily so much. I didn't mean for this to happen. I have a reason for it. Can you just please meet me in my hotel room? Please? I'm begging on my knees, I just need to talk to you.😭"
It hurt. I was clueless of what to do. I was scared most of all. But he was right. I had to go. I had to know why he did it.
I walked to his room which was on the second floor. I stayed on the fifth floor. I walked to his room and just stood there. My heart was beating so fast. I was dying to know what he had to say. How he though he could fix this. By telling me the truth. I slowly and shakily knocked on the door with caution. I instantly heard footsteps running for the door. It swung open in a mili-second. Taylor stood in the doorway. His big brown eyes were beat red. Like someone punched him over and over again. Obviously he was crying his eyes out.
"Babe!" He shouted.
"Listen, I'm not here for sweet talk." I stated with a straight face.
"Sorry." He quietly said as his head went down.
He stepped back to let me walk in. I slowly walked in and gazed into the room. It was a mess. Clothes were scattered on the floor. The fridge was open. The pillows looked damp. From tears. One pillow was torn open. The blankets were thrown across the bed. The lamp was sideways on the table. And the one that instantly caught my eye was the TV. It had a huge hole in it. Like someone punched it wth brute force. Cracks surrounded the hole. The TV lied on the table, laying flat.
"What the hell did you do in here?" I asked.
"Cried. Punched. Kicked. Thrown things. Because of what happened to us." He explained with a shaky voice.
I turned around and looked at him. His eyes started to water.
"Just looking at you makes me feel terrible and guilty." He said with a tear in his eye.
"You should." I said while siting down on the ruined bed.
He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair with stress and depression.
"I'm asking for one thing. For you to listen. Just listen to what I have to say, you don't have to forgive me. I just want you to listen and maybe believe me. Because it's one hundred percent true." He explained without facing me. He turned around and looked deep into my eyes. I slowly nodded.
"It was Ashley. She's the reason why I did it. She threatened me. Well you anyway. She told me that she'd hurt you and destroy your life if I didn't do it. I did it to protect you. And clearly it hurt you even more than anything. I thought hard and realized that she wasn't going to hurt you, she wanted me to. But I didn't know that. She wanted to make me hurt you by letting you know what happened. I'm so sorry. I DON'T like her if that's what you're thinking. I never did to be honest. She was the worst girlfriend ever. She ruined other girls lives. She was like Satan's daughter. I regret it so much. I'm the most sorry guy you'll ever meet right now. And I'm the guy who is the most in love with you. You're the best thing that happened to me. Our childhood was the best thing. What I'm trying to say is, I was trying to protect you. Because I love you. And I'd crawl to the ends of this planet to
have you forgive me." He said without stopping.
My eyes were wide open. My eyes watered. I got up and ran to the door. I can't believe what he just told me. He was trying to protect me by having sex with some other girl? I had to leave and think. Here was not the place I should be right now.
"Baby! Wai-" I stopped him.
"I need to go." I said as I looked back.
"I love you." He said crying.
I stopped in my tracks and started to cry. I ran to the elevator, leaving him alone in the room. As he stood and cried once again.