party monster | the weeknd

twenty four

Taylor rolls her eyes. "What were they doing there in the first place?" she asks.

I bite my lip and look at her, wondering if she's sad and disappointed that I hid drugs in her apartment, or just angry at me.

"I was hiding them," I tell her, not looking her in the eye. "Just in case the police came and raided my apartment."

Taylor's eyes flash with anger and she rakes a hand through her hair angrily. "And what about me?" she snaps. "What if they raided my apartment? I would go to prison, Abel! I'm only eighteen! I have my whole life ahead of me! How could you be so selfish?"

"I'm sorry," I mutter.

Taylor shakes her head, laughing sadly to herself. "No," she whispers. "No, you're not. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done that to me in the first place, Abel." Her face goes pale. "Wait . . . Is that why you wanted this sex-only relationship? So that you could have access to my apartment anytime you wanted?"

My mouth hangs open as I take in the words she's just said. "What? No! Of course not!" I say, trying to make her look at me.

Taylor looks at me, eyes blazing. "I don't believe you!" she spits, getting up and looking down at me. "Don't ever talk or look at me again, do you understand? I want nothing to do with you, Abel." She starts walking towards the front door.

"Taylor!" I call out, running after her. "Taylor, please! Don't go! I care about you!"

She spins around to look at me, scowling. "You don't fucking care about me, Abel!" she snaps. "You only care about yourself! You're a selfish motherfucker! All this time, you've just been using me!"

"That's not true!" I protest. I try to hold her arm, but she snatches it back aggressively. "I do care about you, please believe me."

Taylor shakes her head. "I don't believe anything you say," she says, folding her arms across her chest. "You say you care about me, but you went and put drugs in my house, not bothering to think that I could get thrown into prison for it. You say you care about me, but you went and slept with some random bitch just to what? Make me jealous? Hurt my feelings?"

"I wasn't trying to make you jealous," I tell her. "I . . ." I trail off, finding it hard to say the words.

"You what, Abel?" Taylor snaps.

"I . . ."

Say it, you idiot, I think to myself. Say it!

"I'm sorry," I end up saying instead.

Taylor scoffs. "Whatever," she says, shaking her head and walking towards the front door. She stops in her tracks and turns around. "Did you stash any drugs anywhere else?" My heart stops and I stare at her, not saying a word. Taylor's eyes go wide and she curses under her breath. "Get them out."

"Okay," I say, following her out of my apartment and into hers.

Without saying a word, I go upstairs to her bedroom and grab the two remaining packages I hid in plain sight.

Taylor opens her mouth to say something, but no words come out. She sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me in surprise, disgust and anger. "Imagine if I was pregnant with your child," she whispers. "I can't believe I actually let myself . . ." She trails off and tears start running down her face.

The sight of Taylor crying makes me feel sick to the pit of my stomach, especially since I'm the one that's caused her to get into this state.

I kneel down in front of her and place my hands on her knees, squeezing. "I'm sorry," I whisper, but she shakes her head and props her head into her hands, not wanting me to see her cry. "If you were pregnant with my child, I would've gotten rid of the drugs, I swear."

Taylor looks at me, anger in her eyes. "Would you stop dealing, too?" she snaps. I don't say anything and she grits her teeth. "Get. Out."

Nodding, I get up and start walking out her room, holding the two packages in my hands.

When I get into my apartment, I knock a vase over in anger, causing it to smash into pieces.

I just lost the girl that I love . . .