Tay-K » Forgive me (pt.2)

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"A 17-year-old "violent fugitive" being sought by U.S. Marshals was on house arrest in connection with a 2016 Mansfield capital murder when he allegedly fled to San Antonio, the Star-Telegram has learned—"

You turned the tv off and tugged on your hair, worry dusted over your expression. You closed your eyes shut and curled up into a ball onto your bed.

"Dammit Tay, I warned you about this shit...." you mumbled with clenched fists. A scowl escaped your lips as you scrolled down your phone for Tay's closest friends or family— yes, you still stayed in contact with them. Either it was for checking on Tay or anything else along the lines, you kept in contact.

"Ayo, call me later. No bloods allowed ni—"

You hung up the phone, no hopes in that one, you thought.

"Hello, you have reached five seven seven six nine eight seven, after the tone leave a m—"

Not that one either.

As you were to busy texting and calling Taymors family and friends, you hadn't notice the creeping noise of your front door slowly cracking open.

"Hey you reached mama sel—"

"Ugh! Tay you the most dumbest person I know" you scowled, plopping yourself onto the bed. You burried your face into your fluffy (f/c) pillow and sighed in defeat.

"Dammit Tay.... Dammit"

Grrrr...

The rumbling noise of your stomach echoed through your room, you held your stomach and curled up into a small ball.

"Shit, I'm hungry...."

You pulled yourself back up from the bed and lazily walked out into the hallway towards the kitchen, slacking your feet against the ground.

"Damn dumbass...... I always told him to stop fucking with his lil 'gangsta nigga shit'......" you sighed, remembering that Taymor loved to flaunt around that he played with guns— did drugs and sold the product.

"It ain't my fault tho, I was the one who held him down. I tried to help him, he thought that pushing me away would be aight....."

You whispered that last part.

As you finally made it to the kitchen, a creek of the wooden floors echoed anonymously through the house.

You raised a brow and walked out the kitchen, into the parlor.

"Mama? You home?....."

Your voice was squeezed, and your hitched breathes seemed to be the only thing you could hear in the quiet house.

"You finish work early today, mama? Is that even you?....."

You stayed still for a little bit. After gaining your composure, you grabbed a rubber boot at the side of the couch.

Creek.

You jumped up at the sudden noise which broke the silence. You then to the other side of the living room, to the doorframe to the stairs. The boot which you still held firmly in your hand.

But, from out the red boot you pulled a gun out.

A nine millimeter stable to be precise.

A stable gun you kept in case of any situations where you could get hurt or robbed— a situation just like this.

"Yo whoever in here finna leave right now. When I find you I'm gonna pop a cap up yo ass, through your mouth. Hear me?"

You held the trigger of the gun, taking deep breathes before going out into the open hallway. You stayed in that scrunched slouching position, looking down at your toes.

' People startin to bother me now that I'm not with Tay no more...... the guys started buggin' me, the neighborhood thieves started getting closer to my block....... — everyone was so scared of coming near me or anything of mine cause Taymor was always around....

And now.

He ain't here.

And now, I'm probably gettin' robbed. '

You thought to yourself.

You took one final hitched breathe before snapping your body out to the hallway, your glock outstretched and finger on the trigger.

***

"Remember (y/n), whenever you shoot you shoot just one time. If they got sum on them to, than you don't want them pullin one out back at you and shootin' back"

Taymor held your hip and pierced into your eyes as he helped you practice.

"If a nigga go after you, you kill um', okay?" Taymor rested his head on your shoulder and rocked your hips with his hands wrapped around it "that only happen if someone does come after you tho...."

He paused and loooked you in your eyes, you smiled at him and kissed his cheek. He grunted, but smiled and held you in his arms.

"Ain't no one coming after you as long as I'm here. As long as I'm here....... as long as I'm here you don't need to touch a gun, I'll be the one pullin' the trigger"

***

A sudden memory of you and Taymor in the house flashed before your eyes. You held your head and leaned against the wall, a major headache if you say any more.

"Pull the trigger one time. Kill the nigga. Take his life..."

You repeated.

You continued to walk down the hallway, opening the first door.

Your room.

If it was true that someone was in the house, than it would be their most worst mistake ever. You knew your room like the back of your hand, if anyone wanted to hide themselves in there you'd know what to look.

"One....."

"Two......"

"Three"

A voice whispered in the back of your ear, you quickly turned around and pointed the gun at where you assumed was their face.

When you opened your eyes, your finger was on the trigger and the nine millimeter pointed between his eyes.

His.

His piercing brown eyes. 

"Be careful with that (y/n), you holdin' it wrong babygirl..."

Your eyes widened and you dropped the gun, it fell to your feet where Taymor kicked it to the side.

"(Y/n), you didn't shoot. Shoot with no hesitation......"

He said calmly.

After realizing that it was Taymor.

Tay.

Your now profound ex boyfriend.

A criminal being searched throughout the country.

Was in your house, you gasped and pushed him back Into the wall. Your clenched fists seemed to have been turning white due to you squeezing down so hard on it.

"Maybe I should've pulled the trigger...."

You punched Taymor, pushing him to the ground and glaring at him.

"Get out of here! Get out of my life!"

You punched him in his nose, Taymor didn't dare move.

"I hate you so much! I hate you so much Taymor!"

You continued to bash his face into the ground, he just stared up at you. Not doing anything to stop you.

"I hate you so much Taymor! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

You groaned, huffing and puffing as you finished up.

Taymor you hurt me!

Taymor you ruined me!

Taymor you broke my heart!

Those were just the many things you yelled at Taymor for. You got off of him, you looked down at the damage you had done to your face.

A bloody nose, a bruised up lip and his eye which was half close—half open. You wiped his blood off your knuckles, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breathe.

"You done now?"

You ignored him, just turned away and pointed at the door.

"Leave, I'm done with you Tay....."

You sat down in the hallway with your back being supported by the wall. Taymor sat across from you, wiping the blood from his face to his shirt.

"Don't think I won't shoot you Taymor, just please. Please leave me alone......"

A rouge tear escaped your eye, you wiped it away, thinking that Taymor wouldn't notice it. But oh, how wrong you were.

"Why you cryin' for? You ain't the one that probably got a fractured skull"

Tay grinned, he prevented himself from laughing in fear that he'll feel the stinging pain. But, that didn't stop him from smiling a bloody, but still charming smile.

When he noticed you didn't laugh at his joke like you normally will, he walked closer to you on the ground.

"(Y/n), look. I was wrong...."

He admitted. You looked up at him and wiped a tear from your eye.

"You was what?"

It was a rare sight for Tay to ever admit that he was wrong. He chuckled and looked down at his feet.

"I was wrong....."

Taymor paused to grab your hands, you first denied him of doing so, but than gave up and allowed him to pull them closer to him.

"I shouldn't have said that bullshit. You didn't give me time to admit that I only said that shit cause I wasn't in the right mindset. I only kept it in my Twitter because I noticed the amount of clout I was getting off it— bad clout of course".

Taymor pulled you wholey closed to him, where your head hid at the crook of his neck. Just like he did when you were beating him, you did the same. Allow him to say what he need to say or do to let out, than decipher what to say.

"I need you back (y/n), it ain't cause I want you to. But I need you too" Taymor have your hands a little squeeze, he than buried his face in your chest "I been hangin' round with Solomon's friends since you left, the one you don't like. The one you said you don't trust. Well, we killed someone and I don't know what to do......."

You brushed your hand through his hair and patted his back for comfort and support. Taymor confided to speak.

"I know that if you were still with me, than I wouldn't have fucked with Solomon so heavy and got In Trouble for murder, just look at me now"

You brushed your finger against his cheek before pulling his face up to look at you, your hands cuffed his cheeks.

"So please (y/n), believe it or not I need you...."

There was a long silence before you answered, you held his hand and interlocked your fingers with his own.

"Before I go to jail, stay with me. It'll make my time here worth it....."

You stayed silent before finally answering Taymor. You pulled yourself out from the crook of his neck and peered into his eye.

"Of course Taymor, I forgive you"








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