Taylor closed his eyes from a moment, his fingers poised on the keyboard. He took a deep breath. Somehow typing this was easier than actually saying it allowed, but it was still hard to tell someone - anyone what had been going on.
Hi Moira,
Thank you soooooo much for listening to me. And no, I don't mind you asking. A lot of other people, yes, but not you.
My relationship with Olivia was fine except for when I did or said something that upset her and she would hit me. I guess, looking back now a lot of her accusations were unreasonable. As a result I ended up breaking contact with a lot of my female friends, mainly those who were not friends of Olivia too, although she did get mad at me if she thought I was getting too friendly with them. Eventually she wouldn't even let me look at another girl even at a distance.
Once when she accused me and hit me, she gave me a black eye. Up until then she hadn't given me any marks I couldn't hide. Of course, Mom and Dad wanted to know why I had it. I couldn't tell them. Not the truth, no never. I got really upset at them. The more they pushed the subject, the more upset I got. I completely blew up at them. That night - I remember it so well - I went down to the kitchen and tried to kill myself by overdosing on headache tablets. I would have gone through with it too except Ike chose that moment to come back from hanging out with some of his friends. I think they went to see a late movie or something. Anyway, he came in and we just talked about stupid stuff and then went to bed. Couldn't go through with it. At least Ike never made a big deal about my black eye.
Taylor put his hand to his eye in memory. He winced as he felt a tear seeping down his cheek.
"Tay?" Zac asked, noticing the tear.
"There's no need to panic Zac." Taylor muttered.
Zac sat down next to him.
"Tay, I'm concerned about you ok? You have to -" it was then that Zac noticed what was written on the screen.
Taylor's eye widened in fury. He covered the screen with his hands.
"Don't read it! It's none of your business!" He yelled.
Zac stood up and backed off, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Hey man, your mail is your mail. I'm not going to pry."
For a few moments their eyes were locked together. Finally Taylor looked away, and then rested his head in his arms.
Zac opened his mouth as if to say something. Then shut it and sighed. A moment later, he walked back over to his seat and went back to his drawing.
Taylor lifted his head and wiped the tears that had begun forming. He went on with his reply:
Moira? Is something wrong with me? I've just yelled at Zac. I'm always yelling at Zac and Ike. I mean, they tell me they want to help. I'm beginning to think they actually mean it. But it doesn't matter. They can't help. No one can help! No one will ever understand! You don't even understand, but at least you're listening. And... and you wouldn't laugh at my problems would you? Everyone else would. C'mon, Taylor Hanson with an abusive girlfriend. No one had abusive girlfriends. I'm a joke.