Just Too Late
Chapter 1
*Taylor’s P.O.V*
Roses Are Red
Violets Still Aren’t Blue
She Made Me Bleed
But So Did You
“. . . You Don’t Have To Wait For Someone To Treat You Bad Repeatedly. All It Takes Is Once, And If They Get Away With It That Once, They Know They Can Treat You Like That, Then It Sets A Pattern For The Future.” -Jane Green, Bookends
The world was all color at first, still so bright. The flowers glowed with color, animals ran about as if it was their last day to live, and I was still the me I always wanted to be. But as the say: the one thing that is always constant in life is change.
My first step on Oak Valley High School grounds was different. Not like my first day a preschool were I felt wonder, not like the first day of grade school were I felt excited, and definitely not like my first day of middle school where I felt comfortable. Today I felt dread and uneasiness, nausea and fear. I thought nothing of it at the time and just stuck with my friends. That was my first mistake. I should’ve hidden from the world, acted sick, or maybe faked death. I hadn’t done of what my instincts told me to do, thinking back on it I regret everything I have ever done.
I thought my friends would still be there when I needed them or even if I didn’t. But things change. Within a week Aubrey, my very best friend since the beginning of time, had ditched me for some other girl twice, Lacy, another good friend, acted as if she didn’t know me, and Bri, the most popular girl out of my tiny little group, had screamed at me for bumping into her.
I’d thought that all of this was new school jitters but that was another fatal mistake. A month went by and it had gotten worse. No one wanted to be near me, though even if they did they quickly changed their mind.
Our anniversary was 4 months after school began, to the date. Together for 2 years and from my vantage point we were so in love. He was a year older and had met on the swim team while I was in 7th grade. He was the only one who didn’t act like I was a disease. I should’ve thought better though: we had no classes together in school and only saw each other during brief swim meets.
I planned to surprise him with a romantic dinner at his house, I had called his mom earlier just to make sure they would be out and he would be at his practice. He wasn’t even close.
Walking into the Victorian, two story house I heard a slow, romantic beat coming from upstairs. Maybe he had something planned for me as well. It never occurred to me what could happen, what was happening. Slowly walking down to the end of the hall where the music was coming from, I heard a little thump and then a small, squeaky noise. Confusion must’ve been all over my face. Opening the heavy, wooden door my breath whooshed out and my jaw dropped.
On the floor was Brandon and Aubrey tangled up together.
Not even bothering to cover themselves they sat up, looked at each other, and laughed. The kind of laugh that stings. The kind that hurts not only your heart but every other place on your body. The one that makes your face and arms burn with embarrassment and hurt.
I didn’t think about any of that though as the two people who I was supposed to trust the most sat there on the floor and cried out in their hysteria. I thought, he wasn’t supposed to be home. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Shock rolled through my limbs and made them treble. My brain was on fire with memories and flashbacks.
I couldn’t stand in anymore. I ran. I ran down the driveway all the way back to my house two miles away. I wasn’t even winded as I tripped up the steps into my house. Thankfully no one was home.
Something stopped me in my tracks, the mirror right as you walk in the hallway. It held a picture to brutal, so ugly, so devastating I couldn’t comprehend. Minutes passed by feeling like eternity before realization struck me. That disgusting picture was me. Me looking confused, and angry, and hurt, and petrified. Me looking like I never have before. Me looking cracked.
I found myself in the bathroom with the shower running, my hand gripping something, something that wouldn’t have seemed possible a couple of months ago. Wet was on my face, dripping off in a slow stream. One thing was on my mind as I abandoned my clothes I sat at the bottom of my tub, letting the water wash away all the dirt and grim, maybe all the memories.
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