Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Five

Mallory kept her head down, barely touching her food as Gregory glared at her. She looked up and met eyes with Inez, who gently shook her head.

Mallory scoffed, making Gregory sit up straighter, if that was possible. "It's not even that ba-" she was cut off when he back-handed her, making her sputter.

Mallory blinked back her tears, holding her cheek and looking at the ground.

"Uh, Leo, August, why don't we go and get ready for bed?" Inez said softly, setting down her silverware.

The youngest two knew that it wasn't a question. They wordlessly mimicked her and began walking up the stairs.

"I'm sorry," The man said with a bitter laugh, "I'm finding it hard to understand. How is this not bad, Mal?"

Mallory shrugged, handing dropping. She looked at her palm that way covered in blood from the flesh that had been cut open by Gregory's rings. To Mallory, the pain felt like heaven. It was the only thing she could feel besides the drugs flowing in her system.

"I'm talking to you, Mal," Gregory spat, standing to his feet.

Mallory flinched at the sound of the chair legs scraping, "I don't know how it's not bad, dad," Mallory mumbled, "I was just being stupid. I'm sorry."

"You better be." Gregory scoffed, "Now, clean this up." He stormed up the stairs after Mallory nodded.

"I can do it," Elodie said from the other side of the table. Mallory looked over, meeting her supposedly reassuring eyes.

There was fire in Mallory's eyes, "I fucking hate you," Mallory spat at the woman. Her chin wobbled as she spoke, picking up a glass and lobbing it the wall behind her mother, "You just- how can you sit there and let him abuse me like that?" She yelled, "I'm your daughter!"

"Mal, you know it's not that easy." Elodie whispered.

"Don't call me that. You don't get to call me that." Mallory rose an accusatory finger. She went to pick up another glass when Inez's arms wrapped around her.

She hadn't even noticed her coming back down the steps.

"It's okay, Lory." She whispered, "You need to stop yelling and breaking things, you're scaring August and Leonard." Mallory allowed Inez to spin her around. The older of the two gave her a small smile and squeezed her hand three times, "why don't you go to Natalie's house for the night? I can drive you."

Mallory nodded, "I don't have my phone. Can you text her for me?"

Inez smiled and did that. She drove Mallory to her girlfriend's house and Natalie frowned at the state of her. Mallory broke down into tears the moment Nat asked if she was okay. Inez told Natalie everything that had happened, and Natalie was happy to help, hugging Mallory tightly.

Mallory lost her virginity that night.

Taylor was stuck in a nightmare. Though it was nothing like Mallory's. She'd actually have to sleep to get a nightmare like Mallory's. In Taylor's nightmares (though she'd describe them as daymares since they happened when she was wide awake), she would be haunted by Mallory's touch.

Taylor's hand shook every time she looked at them. She could still Mallory's lips trailing down from her neck to her torso. She would be lying if she said it wasn't the best sex she had had in a while, or ever, even if she was pushed up against the wall of a gym.

But it didn't matter if Taylor enjoyed it or not, because it shouldn't have happened. Not the kiss on the fourth, and certainly not the kiss on the fifth. What she did made her just as bad as, if not worse than, Adam, and she did not want that.