I Need Time.

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It's been three days. Three days since I was saved from the hell of my kidnapping. Three days since I was poked, prodded and pricked at the hospital. Three days....I've had to remember everything that happened to me.

I hadn't really left my room. And I refused to let any of the boys near me.

Can you believe it? My own brother, and four of my best friends in the whole world, literally. And the weren't able to come within 30 feet of me because I was so scared something would happen to me again. they were glad I was home, safe. And sound. Well, maybe not sound, but safe. When I needed food, I'd text one of the boys. They would leave it at my bedroom door and walked away before I would open it. My door was always locked. The kids' stuff was moved into my room, seeing as they wanted to stay with me, knowing I needed some healing that only the joy of my children could bring.

When they first came into my room..... I fell to my knees, hugged the three of them for God knows how long and cried. They didn't mind. They knew Mommy had been hurt and just needed a good hug. Time was consumed of watching childrens' movies, cuddling my young ones and sleeping. Whenever they wanted food, they'd leave, go downstairs and come back. They didn't mind.

I hadn't talked to Taylor, or even seen him, since I ran. He had tried calling. Even coming to the house. I had the boys go over and bring everything home. The home I would share with my brother and the lads until I was fully recovered. However long that would be.

I knew I had to talk to him at some point. But...we had a date to get married. We're engaged. But...I knew if I'm this shattered.... I can't go through with it right now. I grabbed my phone and called him. The kids were downstairs with Niall and Liam while Louis and Zayn hung out with their girlfriends. Harry had gone out for a bit, just to get out.

Taylors'  answer was almost instantaneous.

"Juliet? Are you okay? I've tried calling and texting and coming over, but--"

"Taylor. Please relax."

I could hear him breathe out, trying to relax. "I'm sorry. I've just been worried sick. Are you okay?"

"Taylor... I was beaten and raped.....so many times in that house. I was thrown against walls. My full medical report included an extreme concussion. They were surprised I hadn't forgotten who I was."

"I'm sorry...I wish there was something I could do. I.. I just--"

"Taylor, I'm breaking off our engagement."


"I'm breaking it off. I can't be engaged. I can't get married. I can barely be around my brothers and the boys. I need time. I need space. I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say."

"No, I..I understand." He sounded so broken, like a crystal vase crashing to the hard ground. "Are you sure this is what you want to do..?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I love you, Taylor..But I can't do it like this."

"Okay. Well. Uhm, I've gotta go. I've got some work stuff I need to do."

"Okay. I guess I'll talk to you later.."

"Are...are we still together?"

"I'm sorry, but no."

"Okay. Goodbye, Juliet."

"Bye, Taylor."

I hung up, and tossed my phone to a different part of my bed. I crossed my legs and burried my face in my hands. I had been crying since I got home. At this point, I think I had cried all my tears out already. Nothing came out.

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