Talk to me now
Larisa's pov
Since I informed my mother about my decision to leave Taylor on the very evening I arrived at her house, her expression clearly indicated her dissatisfaction with my choice. Her initial response was to urge me to reconsider, and I distinctly recalled her only statement:
"Larisa, there are hardly any relationships without their ups and downs." She skillfully changed the subject, successfully diverting my attention. The next day, before heading to work and right after breakfast, she asked,
"My sweetheart, how is Taylor?"
"Mum, the last time I saw and heard from him, he was fine, and his leg was improving."
"You mean the last time? What about last night? Didn't you hear from him?"
"How many times must I reiterate that I refuse to answer his calls? When I informed you that I had made up my mind to end our relationship, you didn't take me seriously."
"Larisa, isn't this the same Taylor you always spoke highly of whenever I inquired about him some months ago?" my mum asked.
"Yes, but back then, I was lying. I didn't want to tell you the truth. I hoped he would change, but with each passing day, his tyrannical behavior only worsened. I'm exhausted, and I can no longer bear it. A person's attitude rarely changes. I can't spend the rest of my life with someone like Taylor. It's better to end it now than face something worse in the future, and it's better to be single than be with him." The way I gestured and expressed myself captivated my mum, prompting her to say,
"Do you have someone waiting to replace Taylor? You seem so convinced that it's over between you two. You can't say this without having someone in your life."
My mum was right. I was certain that my relationship with Taylor had ended, and I had already fallen in love with his twin brother. However, there was no way I could reveal that to her at the moment. I would inform my mum later, once Dylan and I have settled everything. Dylan has stolen my heart, and he's the one I love now.
"Mum, I'm currently single and don't have anyone." I smiled like someone who was lying.
My mum wasn't satisfied with her demeanor, but that wasn't my concern. I was the one going through hell in the relationship, and no one could persuade me to continue with Taylor. I knew that his kind gesture of paying my mum's hospital bill had given him an advantage, and my mum wouldn't easily accept my decision to end the relationship.
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Author's pov
Larisa's mother observed her daughter as she exited through the main door of the living room. Larisa was wearing a black and white semi-fitted gown that reached her knees, with a black handbag resting on her right shoulder.
"Should I call Taylor?" her mother pondered. Since her hospital bills had been paid, her affection for Taylor had grown. She desired for Taylor and her daughter to continue their relationship, believing that the issues Larisa mentioned could be resolved. Within a few minutes of sitting down, she made up her mind and stood up. Glancing through the window, she saw Larisa getting into a taxi. Once Larisa had left, she grabbed her small pink-brown bag and left the house. Just as she was about to reach the main road, she wanted to be certain about something, so she took out her phone and dialed Larisa's number.
"Sweetheart, are you planning to stop by Taylor's place before going to work?" she asked.
"Mom, what did I tell you when I left? I am breaking up with Taylor," Larisa grimaced over the phone.
"Okay, I thought you might want to say hi to him."
"No, I don't have time for that," Larisa replied swiftly, and her mother ended the call. She stopped a taxi and got in. Twenty-three minutes later, she arrived at Taylor's doorstep and knocked.
"Who's at the door?" she heard Taylor's voice. Larisa's mother waited for Taylor to come out, and due to his injured leg, it took about two minutes for the door to open.
"Mrs. Fiona!" he exclaimed. "You're at my place this morning. What a surprise!"
"Yes, how's your health?" she asked, her gaze shifting to his leg.
"I'm getting better. This is just a coincidence. I was planning to come to your place this evening with my friend."
"Really?" she smiled, her eyes fixed on his face.
"Yes!"
"And I hope there wasn't an issue?"
"What am I doing? Please come inside. I've kept you waiting at the door."
"I thought you were comfortable with it..." she said.
"No, no," he stepped aside, and Mrs. Fiona entered the house. The first thing she noticed was the mouthwatering aroma of food emanating from the dining table.
"Don't tell me you woke up so early this morning to prepare all this food yourself," she pointed at the dishes, waiting for Taylor's response. He simply smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad Bridget left the dining room quickly," he thought, noticing Bridget's handbag on the table. He was about to sit down when he abruptly stood up, went to the dining table, took the bag, and went inside.
"Has she gone?" Bridget lowered her voice.
"No, why did you leave your bag on the table? Is that where you should keep it? You almost got me into trouble."
"How am I supposed to leave? I'm running late for work!" Bridget showed signs of frustration.
"You can either exit through the back door, but I'd prefer if you wait for us to finish. I don't want her to see you," he said emotionlessly. He returned to the sitting room, and during their conversation, Larisa's mother overheard their voices and wanted to clarify things.
"I think I heard someone talking to you. Was that Larisa?"
"Oh no, I was on a call," he replied. Then he sat down on the opposite side, facing Larisa's mom, and gently lowered his leg to touch the floor.
"Sorry, I know you must be going through a lot because of your injured leg." She dimmed her eyes.
"Thanks!" He bit his lip and, after relaxing back into the chair, he added, "Larisa has been acting strange. You can see for yourself, given my condition. For no apparent reason, she has been distancing herself from me. How can I cope? I need her to be there for me. I love her so much, and I don't want to lose her. I've apologized to her numerous times for everything I've done, but she still holds this sentimental resentment against me. She's not the Larisa I fell in love with, but I don't care; I want her, and I can't live without her. Please, help me talk to her."
"Is that all, or can you pinpoint what you did to upset her?"
"It wasn't a big deal. It was something every normal relationship experiences, and mine wouldn't be any different. I love Larisa, and I want her to be the woman I walk down the aisle with."
"Taylor, I've heard what you've said. I'll talk to her, and I hope everything can return to normal for both of you," Larisa's mom assured him.
"Don't mind me. I forgot to offer you a glass of wine." He wanted to stand up with his clutches.
"Don't worry, I'm about to leave. Maybe next time. Your food shouldn't get cold because of me. I was going somewhere and decided to check on you," she stood up too.
"Thank you so much. You wouldn't believe how happy I am with this visit." As he was about to stand erect and accompany her to the door, she quickly said,
"Don't worry, go and have your breakfast so you can take your medication."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Fiona. I truly appreciate your kindness." Taylor stood and watched her until she walked towards the door, and the closing of the door took her out of sight.
Later that evening, Mrs. Fiona was sitting and reading a fashion magazine when Larisa entered the house without knocking.
"Welcome, my sweetheart. How was work?"
"It was fine," Larisa replied with some signs of tiredness and as she was about to go inside, her mom said,
"I would like to talk to you after you've taken your bath and rested for a while."
"Hmm... Talk to me? I hope no problem? Why can't you tell me now?"
"No, I want you to freshen up first, you looked exhausted."
"No," Larisa sat down. "I can read it in your eyes when you have something important to tell me." There was a moment of silence as their eyes locked until her mom asked,
"What did Taylor do wrong? I visited him this morning."
Larisa widened her eyes, caught off guard by the question. "You went to see him? Why?”
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