Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (20/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER TWENTY
Zac's POV
Taylor leans back against the brick wall of Starbucks as he lights a clove cigarette. He inhales deeply, watching me. I shove my hands deep inside my pockets and look at the ground.
"So what do you want to do now?" Taylor asks. I shrug, kicking at the cement. "You want to just go home and hang out?" I shrug again. This time my brother doesn't say anything.
I look up at him through my lashes. He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales slowly. Then he turns his gaze on me.
"You know, it won't be long till Isaac makes us go back to work," he tells me. "We should do something fun. Do you want to do something fun?" I, again, shrug. Taylor sighs deeply.
"C'mon," he says, grabbing my elbow and steering me in the direction of home.
& & &
When we arrive back at the apartment I head for the bedroom. Once there, I kick my sneakers off. I pull off my denim jacket and throw it on the floor. Then I crawl on top of the bed, clutching Taylor's pillow to my chest. I sigh and close my eyes.
Not even a moment after my eyes fall shut I hear my brother enter the room. I just lay there, my eyes squeezed shut tightly. The mattress sinks behind me. Then I feel Taylor wrap around me from behind. His arms around my waist, his head resting against mine. He doesn't say a word.
I sigh heavily.
"Tay."
"Zac."
"What're you doing?" I ask quietly.
"Holding you," he answers in this soft little boy voice.
"But why?" I ask. "Did you ever think I just might want to be alone?" I'm a bit surprised at my tone. But not surprised enough to care.
"Well, if that's the case, then you didn't make that point very clear," Taylor replies.
"Well then, will you please leave? I'd like to be alone," I tell my brother.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy as Taylor says,
"Nah. I think I'll stay. I'm quite comfortable." I grit my teeth, anger bubbling in my chest. Then I fling my arm back, hitting Taylor in the side.
"Ow!" He lets go of me to clutch the sore spot. "Jesus Christ, Zac! That fucking hurt!"
"You should have thought about that before you refused to leave!" I shout, sitting up in bed.
Taylor glares at me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he hisses.
"You are!" I exclaim.
"What the fuck did I do?!"
"Everything! Or have you already forgotten about Starbucks?!"
"Starbucks? That's what this is about?!" Taylor shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
"You fucking turned away when I tried to kiss you!" I yell.
"And that makes me the world's worst boyfriend?!" Taylor retorts.
Anger rages through my bloodstream at my brother's use of the word boyfriend.
"Boyfriend? Boyfriend?!" I exclaim. "You're choosing to use that word now?!"
"Well isn't that what I am?! Your boyfriend?!" Taylor yells.
"I'd hardly know it by the way you acted today!"
"Do you think just because I didn't want to be all PDA-ing with you, it gives you some right to scream and holler at me?!"
"No! I don't think that! I think I have the right to be mad for being snubbed by someone who supposedly loves me!"
"Supposedly?!"
My anger falters for just a millisecond. I've never seen Taylor as angry as he looks at this exact moment. His eyes have a wild look to them and they're a stormy gray color. His nostrils are flaring and his chest is heaving with emotion. If I wasn't so pissed off I might be scared.
"Supposedly?!" Taylor yells again. The next thing I know, there's a loud crack and a searing pain rips through my jaw. My hand flies up to cup it.
I can't believe Taylor hit me. That's the last thing I ever thought he'd do. Instead of being shocked, it just enrages me. I use a low, threatening voice as I say,
"Get out of my sight before I go ape-shit on you."
"Go ahead and hit me," Taylor replies as he slides from the bed. "It's not as though I love you or anything. It's just 'supposedly.'" His eyes have gone from stormy gray to a dark blue, and all the anger has left them. Now they just show hurt and pain and a deep sadness.
Taylor turns abruptly, going around the bed, and storming from the room, slamming the door shut as he goes. As soon as he's gone, I burst into tears. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking and it hurts to breathe.
I clutch at my heart as I turn around to lay on the bed, curling into a ball. The tears are thick as they rain down my face. And I'm sobbing so hard I start to gag. I jump up and run to the adjoining bathroom. I crash on my knees in front of the toilet and lift the lid. I lean over the porcelain bowl just in time to empty the entire contents of my stomach, which consisted of herbal tea and chocolate milk. And trust me when I say, they are not better the second time around.
When I'm done, I wipe the corners of my mouth with toilet paper and flush it, along with my vomit, down the drain. Then I crawl over to the sink and rinse my mouth with water. Once I'm finished with that task, I curl into the fetal position and fall asleep on the hard tile floor.
Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER TWENTY
Zac's POV
Taylor leans back against the brick wall of Starbucks as he lights a clove cigarette. He inhales deeply, watching me. I shove my hands deep inside my pockets and look at the ground.
"So what do you want to do now?" Taylor asks. I shrug, kicking at the cement. "You want to just go home and hang out?" I shrug again. This time my brother doesn't say anything.
I look up at him through my lashes. He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales slowly. Then he turns his gaze on me.
"You know, it won't be long till Isaac makes us go back to work," he tells me. "We should do something fun. Do you want to do something fun?" I, again, shrug. Taylor sighs deeply.
"C'mon," he says, grabbing my elbow and steering me in the direction of home.
& & &
When we arrive back at the apartment I head for the bedroom. Once there, I kick my sneakers off. I pull off my denim jacket and throw it on the floor. Then I crawl on top of the bed, clutching Taylor's pillow to my chest. I sigh and close my eyes.
Not even a moment after my eyes fall shut I hear my brother enter the room. I just lay there, my eyes squeezed shut tightly. The mattress sinks behind me. Then I feel Taylor wrap around me from behind. His arms around my waist, his head resting against mine. He doesn't say a word.
I sigh heavily.
"Tay."
"Zac."
"What're you doing?" I ask quietly.
"Holding you," he answers in this soft little boy voice.
"But why?" I ask. "Did you ever think I just might want to be alone?" I'm a bit surprised at my tone. But not surprised enough to care.
"Well, if that's the case, then you didn't make that point very clear," Taylor replies.
"Well then, will you please leave? I'd like to be alone," I tell my brother.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy as Taylor says,
"Nah. I think I'll stay. I'm quite comfortable." I grit my teeth, anger bubbling in my chest. Then I fling my arm back, hitting Taylor in the side.
"Ow!" He lets go of me to clutch the sore spot. "Jesus Christ, Zac! That fucking hurt!"
"You should have thought about that before you refused to leave!" I shout, sitting up in bed.
Taylor glares at me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he hisses.
"You are!" I exclaim.
"What the fuck did I do?!"
"Everything! Or have you already forgotten about Starbucks?!"
"Starbucks? That's what this is about?!" Taylor shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
"You fucking turned away when I tried to kiss you!" I yell.
"And that makes me the world's worst boyfriend?!" Taylor retorts.
Anger rages through my bloodstream at my brother's use of the word boyfriend.
"Boyfriend? Boyfriend?!" I exclaim. "You're choosing to use that word now?!"
"Well isn't that what I am?! Your boyfriend?!" Taylor yells.
"I'd hardly know it by the way you acted today!"
"Do you think just because I didn't want to be all PDA-ing with you, it gives you some right to scream and holler at me?!"
"No! I don't think that! I think I have the right to be mad for being snubbed by someone who supposedly loves me!"
"Supposedly?!"
My anger falters for just a millisecond. I've never seen Taylor as angry as he looks at this exact moment. His eyes have a wild look to them and they're a stormy gray color. His nostrils are flaring and his chest is heaving with emotion. If I wasn't so pissed off I might be scared.
"Supposedly?!" Taylor yells again. The next thing I know, there's a loud crack and a searing pain rips through my jaw. My hand flies up to cup it.
I can't believe Taylor hit me. That's the last thing I ever thought he'd do. Instead of being shocked, it just enrages me. I use a low, threatening voice as I say,
"Get out of my sight before I go ape-shit on you."
"Go ahead and hit me," Taylor replies as he slides from the bed. "It's not as though I love you or anything. It's just 'supposedly.'" His eyes have gone from stormy gray to a dark blue, and all the anger has left them. Now they just show hurt and pain and a deep sadness.
Taylor turns abruptly, going around the bed, and storming from the room, slamming the door shut as he goes. As soon as he's gone, I burst into tears. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking and it hurts to breathe.
I clutch at my heart as I turn around to lay on the bed, curling into a ball. The tears are thick as they rain down my face. And I'm sobbing so hard I start to gag. I jump up and run to the adjoining bathroom. I crash on my knees in front of the toilet and lift the lid. I lean over the porcelain bowl just in time to empty the entire contents of my stomach, which consisted of herbal tea and chocolate milk. And trust me when I say, they are not better the second time around.
When I'm done, I wipe the corners of my mouth with toilet paper and flush it, along with my vomit, down the drain. Then I crawl over to the sink and rinse my mouth with water. Once I'm finished with that task, I curl into the fetal position and fall asleep on the hard tile floor.
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