Chapter 57

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taylor pov

when we got back to sam's house i sat at the counter with selena, watching terry's every move.

demi left after watching the twins for us.

they were watching tv.

"guys! come on my music video is about to premiere!" sam waved us over.

we smiled and went to the couch.

sam made room for selena and i.

i sat on the edge and sam was with terry.

i sighed and looked at the tv.

"mom." sam said.

i looked up.

she smiled and came over to me.

she sat down in between selena and i.

she put her head on my shoulder and i smiled.

i rubbed her arm.

"and now. the moment you have all been waiting for! here is the worldwide premiere of sam swift's music video for her new hit single, stitches!"

i smiled and the music video played.

sam got into a car and drove through a tunnel and through a highway.

she pulled the slick black car to a stop in an empty parking garage.

the music started playing as she opened the door and stepped out, in slow motion.

she was wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans with a white shirt under her jacket.

she looked at the camera as she walked in the garage.

I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

a drum started and sam looked as if she was just punched.

she stumbled to the ground.

Got a feeling that I'm going under

she glanced up and stood up, continuing her walk, wiping her now bloody lip.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

her head snapped to the side and back forward.

If I quit calling you my lover and
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

sam shot around, and was shoved to the ground, her body flipping, in slow motion.

Shaking, falling onto my knees

she rolled on the ground, until she reached the car.

And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

she looked up and pulled herself up, her face bruised up and bloody.

Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help

she walked forward slightly, painfully singing to the camera.

And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

her face snapped to the left, as if again, being hit.

she walked weaker now.

Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain

she was hit again, making her body sway and stumble.

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

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