Lava Lamp Kisses and Burnt Skin

I couldn't believe it, I finally did it. I finally cut her out of my life. The old Taylor would've done nothing to stop her, but this new Taylor? She was gutsy and I liked that.
"So, you ready to be on tour the band of awesome?" Mike said wrapping his arms around me. I giggled.
"Yeah, if you want to call you guys that.” I heard him gasp. I turned and his mouth was gaped open and he had his hand over his heart.
“Taylor, I am truly hurt. I cannot believe that you would say such a mean thing to us.” He said, but he couldn’t keep a straight face. I shook my head and pushed him to the side. I grabbed my bags and walked out the door. Leaving the door locked, I wrote a note and left it on the door. ‘Don’t come looking for me. I’m done. Have a nice life. Love Taylor’ It read. I smiled at the note and left it hanging on the door. I followed Mike out to the car parked across the street. I handed him my bags and climbed in the back of the black SUV. Soon, they piled in, with Vic driving and Sam in the passenger seat. I was stuck between the window and Mike, who proudly was bragging about his Pokemon collection the whole way to his house. Yay me.
“And than, there’s my favorite: Charmander.” He said showing me a picture of this stuffed toy sitting on his bed. I smiled.
“It’s cute.” I said nonchalant. He gasped.
“Cute? Charmander is not cute. He is badass and he goes everywhere with me.” He said, puffing out his chest. I raised my eyebrow.
“I wonder how your girlfriend feels about you bragging about a Pokemon more than her.” I giggled.
“For your information, I do not have a girlfriend. And yes I would brag about him more than her.” He said. I elbowed him and flashed him a smile. He returned and I swear I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I shook away these feelings and starred out the window. I contemplated what I had just done. Hoping that this feeling I had at the bottom pit of my stomach was just a nervous, imaginary feeling.

-15 minutes later-

We pulled up to the house and I looked up. It was huge! And very beautiful. The walkway had bushes lined up along the whole way up to the house where it turned into a beautiful garden. I wonder whose idea this way.
“Vic’s idea for the garden. Along with mom’s help.” Mike said in my ear, like he read my mind. I nodded and finally got out of the car. I wen to go grab my bags, but Mike and Sam had already gotten them. I followed them up the stairs to the front of the house where Vic had already unlocked the door. The front door opened to reveal a large living room with an island bar linking up with the kitchen. The living room had a couch with a coffee table on each side. The fire place held a huge tv along with several pictures. I walked up and looked at them. Most of them were pictures of the boys, with a couple family photos. I giggled at the sight of Mike in a God awful Christmas sweater. I turned around and looked at Sam.
“Impressive I must say.” I said. He smiled.
“Yeah, it’s a difference from our house, right?” He said walking over to me. I felt that feeling I had in my stomach grow again. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I promise. You won’t have to worry about impressing anyone here. We all love you.” He said, kissing the top of my head. I sighed. He’s right. I have to stop worrying. It’s my life and I’m bound to be determined to have the best time of my life.

-some time later-

“So, hypothetically speaking: let’s just say a certain someone bought enough alcohol to have L.A. buzzed for a week. To celebrate the beginning of this awesome tour, and to the newest member of the band family: Taylor.” Tony said after we got settled in.
“When did you have time for this?” Vic asked.
“Last night.” Jaime said. I gave them a confusing look.
“But you didn’t know I was going to move out?” I questioned.
“Let’s just say we had a gut feeling.” Tony winked at Jaime. There we go about the guy feeling again. I shook it off and went to the kitchen to get a slice of pizza. While I was there I just sat down at the table and ate. I needed to get this feeling gone and fast. I hated feeling this way. I’m 20 and I shouldn’t be worried about my family controlling my life, yet here we are. Running away, with two bands, my brother and the guy I have a little crush on. Funny how that works out, right? My thoughts were interrupted by a presence entering the kitchen. It was Vic.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, walking over to the pizza boxes. I nodded.
“Yeah, just lost in thought, I guess.” I shrugged. He sat across from me with 3 slices of pepperoni and pineapple pizza, my favorite. He nudged the plate over to me and I grabbed another slice.
“You know, we’re all glad that you’re here. Especially Sam. He was telling us last night before we got you how he was hoping you would come with us. Taylor, that household was not good for you. With your mom and her creepy boyfriend, I’m glad we got you out.” He grabbed my hand and gave me a warm smile. I smiled back. It’s good to know you’re wanted somewhere. I finished my slice and walked out with Vic. I didn’t realize how long we were gone until I noticed all the alcohol sitting on the counter. Damn Tony did get a lot of alcohol. I looked at it all. Vodka was my go to, yet it always made me become a human diary. It’s true, all the secrets I kept to myself, are out there for the public to hear when I drink this crap. Yet, it’s so good. I poured myself a shot. Pretty soon, 1 shot became 4, than 8. Soon, I was feeling pretty good. The ‘small get together’ soon became a full blown party, and there were people I didn’t know. I tried to find Sam to just see a familiar face, but he was already face deep into some guys face. I shook my head and went to turn around when I bumped into a chest.
“I am so sorry! I get clumsy when I drink!” I yelled over the music. Yep, drunk me is very open and truthful. I heard a deep laugh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m Vincent.” I heard. I looked up and saw the most pretty blue eyes. It felt like I was starring before I caught myself.
“OH sorry, I’m Taylor.” I stuck out my hand. Now, sober me would never be this friendly. But sober me is pushed back into a closet in my mind, and drunk me has taken over the controls.
“Do you wanna dance?” He asked. I giggled and nodded my head. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the living room. I was in a giggle fit. He just smiled and grabbed my hips and started dancing with me. I was so happy and didn’t have a care in the world.
“Do you wanna maybe go somewhere quite?” He asked. I nodded, feeling really light headed. He pulled me away from the crowd and up the stairs, and into a unoccupied room. I looked around. This must be the guest room, because all I could make out was that everything was this really pretty blue color. I felt hands grab my shoulders and I was quickly spun around and was faced with Vincent. I giggled as he backed me up and than pushed me on the bed. He was looking at me and those pretty blue eyes were soon replaced with someone dark. He kissed me, hard. I went with it, until he started to try to lift up my shirt.
“No Vincent. I don’t want to.” I said between kissing him. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t get up.
“You should’ve thought of that before you wore those jeans.” He said. He grabbed my wrists and held them by my head with one hand, while the other was vastly undoing my jeans. My good feeling was replaced with fear, suddenly knowing what was going to come of this. I tried but he was too heavy to get off me, and my drunk self didn’t have the strength to push him off.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re crying. Too bad your little friends won’t hear you. They don’t care about you. They never did, they never will. Now be a good girl and let Vincent have some fun with his little slut.” He said, right before his fist collided with my check. It hit so hard that I blacked out, but not before hearing the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

-some time later-

When I woke up, I felt like I was floating. I could smell this strong smelling cologne and I didn’t want to lose this scent, ever. I wonder where I was. I tried to think back to the last thing I remembered. That’s when the panic attack ensued. I fought my way out the stranger’s arms and landed on the floor. I didn’t realize I started crying and screaming.
“Taylor! Taylor! Calm down, baby. It’s me. I’m right here, I’m not going to hurt you.” I heard. I balled up and hid my face in my knees. I couldn’t stand to face anyone. Not after what he did. I couldn’t. I felt someone kneel down in front of me and lifted my chin. I looked up to see Mike. I just cried harder.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was going to do that. I’m so sorry Mike.” I kept saying over and over again. I felt his hands lift my chin.
“Hey, it’s okay. He didn’t do anything.” He smiled. I looked at him. “I barged in, trying to find you and I saw him on top of you. Let’s just say, he’s not going to show what’s left of his face around here anytime soon.” He said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I still cried. I don’t know why; was it the raging headache I had, or was it the fear of being rejected? I lunged and wrapped myself around him. Don’t ask me why I did that. I just needed to be close to someone that I knew and trusted. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I was surrounded by his scent again. A place where I never wanted to leave. I looked up and the instant realization of what was happening. I was falling for Mike Fuentes.

Notes

So I finally got enough time to sit down and finish the chapter! Yay! I am so sorry that I've been away. Life has taken a massive shit on me and I've been through some stuff. But I'm going to try to get back with writing a chapter a week and post it. I'm on vacation this week so hopefully I'll be getting some writing done. Yay (:

Love and Kisses,
Kenly <3 <3