Taylor made it through the meeting, barely. Her head was
swarming with thoughts of Karlie. ‘Does she know? She didn’t act like she did.
Do I tell her now? Who would tell her first? She doesn’t even read tabloids,
she said it herself, so how would she find out?’
Those thoughts continued on an endless cycle throughout the
day and for most of her plane ride home. She had gotten all of 2 hours of sleep
but her mind wouldn’t let her rest. The whole drive home seemed like a blur and
before she knew it she was back in her apartment. The singer tried to unpack
thinking that the task might busy her enough to take her mind off things. It
did the opposite.
The blonde opened up her closet to put some things away and
was immediately gutted when she saw Karlies cloths interspersed with hers. She
grabbed one of her girlfriends sweatshirts and slipped it on over hear head. It
smelt like Karlie, like soap and fresh flowers. She crawled into bed and buried
her face into her hands and cried until she drifted off to sleep.
Taylor woke abruptly. When she breathed in she could smell
Karlie’s sent still on her sweatshirt. She was guilt stricken. The singer
rolled over to check her phone. 7am.
She thought about showering but she wanted to see Karlie as
soon as possible. Instead she changed into something clean that was her own.
Within the hour she was knocking on Karlie’s door. She knocked lightly but no
one answered. She knocked harder a second time.
“It’s open” some one yelled from within the apartment.
Taylor turned the handle to find that the door was indeed
“Karlie?” she called.
There was no answer. Taylor walked further into the
apartment and heard noise coming from the kitchen.
Still no answer. The singer followed the sound and saw the
six foot model in her typical workout gear with her back to the door pouring a
smoothie into a to go cup. Taylor came up behind her without saying another
word and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. She felt Karlie tense beneath
her but other than that the model gave no indication that she knew the singer
Taylor released her grip and Karlie turned and walked right
past her to bring the blender in the sink.
“Um, hi?!” said the blonde.
“Hi” said the model never making eye contact as she rinsed
out the blender.
“We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you don’t
even look at me!?”
Karlie looked at Taylor with her intense stare. Her eyes
were piercingly green.
“Hi,” was all she said before busying herself with putting
“What’s going on Karlie?”
The model finally responded but still avoided eye contact,
“I’m on my way to the gym. What’s going on with you?”
“I came here to see you.”
“That’s it, nothing else on your mind?”
Taylor couldn’t help herself. She had committed to ignoring
what had happened and now it was a knee jerk reaction.
“I’m leaving.” The younger girl went to grab her bag but
felt the singer’s hand grab her wrist. She didn’t turn but instead looked down,
back to Taylor, arm outstretched behind her.
“Karlie tell me why you’re acting like this.”
The model slowly turned around to face Taylor. Their faces a
foot apart. She looked deep into blue eyes. They were full of concern and
Taylor looked back into Karlie’s green eyes. She was guarded
and angry and her face looked like stone. Slowly her eyes filled with
disappointment and hurt. The models face was still stone but a single tear
‘She knows’ the blonde finally realized
Taylor’s mouth opened slightly and she muttered “I…”
As she did Karlie shook her grip and wiped her single tear
in one motion. She turned again, this time reaching her bag.
“How did you…How long…I didn’t… It meant nothing, it…”
Taylor fumbled her words not even knowing where to begin.
“I’m leaving” was Karlie response. It was unclear if she
meant for the gym or out of this relationship.
“You can’t leave we need to talk about this!” Taylor could
feel her voice raising.
Karlie stopped dead in her tracks, back to the singer.
“Three days.” There was a pause. “That’s how long I knew. I
knew, and I wanted you to tell me. Each time I talked to you, you lied to me.”
Her voice was getting louder but was not quite a yell. She finally turned to
Taylor. “You lied to me over and over and you just lied to me in the kitchen.”
Taylor felt her world falling around her. This could not be
happening. She needed to fix this now.
“I’m sorry,” she murmered, “I just thought…”
“What?! What I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me?!”
It stung because that was actually a thought that passed
Taylor’s mind. Karlie realized in that moment that her statement was spot on
“You know I have a publicist too right?! I mean I need
someone to tell me when I’m being cheated on.”
Each word Karlie said was like a slap to the face.
“It meant nothing, I was drunk and it just-“
“Are you fucking kidding me!? You don’t even know why I’m
Taylor was confused now, it obviously showed because the
“I gave you chances to tell me and you straight up lied to
me. How can I ever trust you?”
Taylor finally understood. She was filled with so much
regret and guilt she couldn’t even think of anything to say. Neither of them
said anything. It was the heaviest silence she had ever endured.
Taylor finally took a step towards the model.
“Because I will never lie to you again and because… because
“Don’t” Karlie said harshly looking away.
“Please don’t” Karlie said closing her eyes, voice cracking.
“I love you.” Taylor said quietly for the first time.
There was no response only deafening silence.
The model backed away but looked into ocean blue eyes.
“You said that because you were scared. You knew how much
saying that meant to me, and you said it anyway. The Taylor I fell for would
have never done that. You’re terrified and a liar. I could never be in love
with that kind of person.”
Within the same breath Karlie had grabbed her bag and bolted
out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Taylor was left stunned and barely able to breath.
Yeah, shit just got real. This story now has a lot of possible directions. Where should it go?