O.o Chapter 13! Yay!!! I'll try to make it good for you guys.
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Taylor's POV:
Oh, what have I done?
Well, what's so confusing is that what I did felt good and also made me feel guilty at the same time.
I'm a cheater.
I'm deserving of the name Taywhore.
And I'll have to live with that.
I walk back to seat number 13. Amos is saying goodbye to our group; apparently he's got business to attend to. (Which is probably code for "I'm going on a date".)
And players gonna play.
Before I know it the awards are over. There's not really an afterparty, either. So now is the time for all celebrities to go and talk to other celebrities.
I go over to Selena Gomez and catch up with her; she's apparently making a new album. She also congratulates me on the success of "I'll Be Fine".
"What?" I'm puzzled.
"It's the top on the charts. Look." She hands me her phone and I almost drop it. " I'll Be Fine" is number one! It hasn't even been out for an hour!
"Thanks for showing me, Selena!" I practically squeal. "Yay! I've gotta tweet this. And Instagram it."
I pull out my phone and go on Twitter. "'I'll Be Fine' is number one right now, in less than an hour! Thank you, guys!" I tweet. Then I go on Instagram and like and comment on some photos, and then post a picture of the iTunes charts. "Thank you, guys! #heavybreathing." I post.
Selena is gone when I look up. I guess it's time to leave.
The whole crew climbs into the limo and Ed holds my hand secretly. We're hidden by my dress. And soon enough it's time to be dropped off; I exit the limosine and basically skip to the front door. Then I wave goodbye.
I open the door to my house and something feels wrong. Meredith comes up and greets me, and Liv is right behind her. "Hey, Mipsy. Hey, Dibbles. Didja miss me?" I pick them both up. Then I notice something yellow on Olivia. A sticky note. I peel it off and gasp. You should have better security surrounding your house. Could be a joke, but.... No. Somebody broke in. But no window is broken. Hmm.
I think of all the people I've given keys to. My crew, of course. Security guards. Ed. But none would break in here intentionally, I know that. It must be someone else. That's what I want to believe, but it's hard to when I find a key taped to Meredith's fur. A house key. My house key.
My phone rings. Oh, no, I think to myself. It's probably another bogus phone call. I only half-believe myself....
Yet, here I am, listening to someone say, Thirteen wasn't so lucky, now, was it?
What's related to thirteen? I rack my brain. "Seat number," I mumble out loud without meaning to. The person is still on the phone; I forget.
"That's right. Your seat number. You're such a great detective. Now, let me give you a word of advice; don't look behind you. The voice mocks me, dares me to do it.
I am about to for a minute when I hear heavy breathing behind me. In shock, I turn around and am face-to-face with a hard baseball bat.
Then, as can be expected, everything goes black. Again.