Taylor's P.O.V
Previously..
"oh well um tell me this interesting story". i said as we both go and sit on the couch
"soooo when i was little....
" so when i was little my mom was constantly getting beat by my dad and it would never stop. By the time I was 4 my dad left us for another women who was his secretary turns out he was cheating on her the whole time he was with my mom. He had a kid and forgot I even existed. My mom then turned into just sadness and never even tried to date again. My grandma thought it was a good idea for me to live with her until my mom got her life straight. So I lived with my grandma for 10 years when I turned 14 I found out my mom got in a car accident and was in a coma for a lot of weeks. Those weeks turned into days those days turned into months and 4 days before my 15th birthday she was basically on life support. I didn't know what to do with myself I started dressing sloppy I would f**k any girl who liked me I would sleep half the time and my grandma moved so therefore I had to and 2 blocks down from the house there was this house. I always came to it whenever I was depressed and needed to cry and let things out and rage. On Christmas Eve I found out my grandma was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and she only had 3 months to live so her dying wish was to see me with a house and be successful so a few days before her passing she gave me enough money to buy a house. After I bought it and she helped get me settled in she went back home later that night she has committed suicide because she was so sick but I still come to this house every once in a while to feel the memories and the past. My grandma also wanted me to continue on with life and be a successful young man with wife and kids. So that's why I changed myself up and got better and then I moved myself to new schools and everything by myself now I'm 17 and trying to live my life fine." At this point tears were coming out of chase and I felt so bad. "Wow I am so sorry". I say practically speechless because I had no clue. I thought he was an utter douchebag who didn't give a f**k about anything and everything. "It's fine I just thought I should tell you the background of my story before you think I'm the total opposite. At this point I'm speechless and also at tears at this point. I look at him genuinely and give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "You hungry" he asks. " yeah a little". I say. "Come on let's get something to eat buttercup". He says giving me a cute nickname making me blush. I get in the car he gets in a drives off. I think I'm starting to like chase...