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Blue	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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His eyes were so blue they reminded her of the promotional photos used in travel brochures of the most pristine beaches. She shuddered under their cold scrutiny and intensity. Her instincts kicking in, she took off for the nearest exit, but the unfamiliar club and her sudden panic lead her down a deserted hallway.

His hands were rough and impatient, tugging at her spaghetti straps before she could cry out in protest over the loud music. She fought. Hard. If only she could get back to the guys... back to him. Janey kicked at his shins, tried to knee him in the balls, and got a couple scratches on his flawless face, but he was too tall and too strong for her five foot frame.

He didn’t say much. He didn’t kiss her with his minty breath. Just took and took until she felt nothing. Until she forced herself to ignore everything. Until all she could remember were his eyes, so blue they reminded her of only one other person in the world.

-o-o-o-o-

She was lost. Janey couldn’t believe it. Left, left, right, third door across from the gym, she retraced her steps mentally. Since when did “third door” translate into the last door? She grabbed the hastily scribbled not from her jeans and re-read the directions.

“God, what the fuck, Trev,” she muttered. She glanced up again, tucking her hair behind her ears. “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” the sign read. There was noise coming from the room. Curiosity taking over, Janey pressed her head closer. Laughter, a few distinct voices, and... showers running? She froze and took a step back, just as a hand fell softly on her shoulder. She screamed and pushed herself into the locker room to get as much distance between her and the person behind her as possible.

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down. It’s just me, Janey.” She willed herself to look up into the familiar, worried expression of her brother -in-law.

“What’s wrong? Trev? Janey, you okay?” another voice said from beside her. Janey could feel the steam run off of him in waves from where she stood, three feet into the room, but she didn’t look up.

“Sorry,” she forced her voice to be emotionless, noting his state of undress from the corner of her eye. “He surprised me. Trev surprised me.”

“It’s alright, I’ve got it from here,” Trevor nodded to Matt and to the group of players quickly gathering. “Come on, Janey.” She flinched as he placed a firm hand to the small of her back, but didn’t protest otherwise. In fact, she was eager to leave because she knew he would soon know she was here.

-o-o-o-o-

Trevor had to be the best brother-in-law in the world, if not the best husband. And even though Christina always protested that she wasn’t ready for children; that the time wasn’t right, not because of his career, but because of hers, Janey knew that he would make the best father... eventually.

“Got a cigarette on you?” She lifted her head into the sea air, her back leaning against the cool metal railing of his ocean-side home.

“No,” he said dryly. See? He knew smoking was one of the disgusting habits she’d picked up to cope.

“What the hell is up with your directions?” Her new found vocabulary was another. Three days, he counted. What else would she pick up if something didn’t change?

“Sorry, I got 8-Rinks mixed up with GM Place.” She could see that he was struggling. His posture was stiff. Their conversations hadn’t consisted of one sentence exchanges since the first time she’d met him, a lifetime ago.

“I feel like...”

“Yes,” he urged her on, desperately hoping for a break through.

“Like... Mexican tonight.”

“Mexican? Mexican!” he nearly shouted. “Janey, talk to me. Please. If you won’t talk to Christina, talk to me. For God’s sake. Please.”

“I can’t.”

“I know it must be hard, but-“

“You don’t know anything,” she whispered, her voice deathly calm. “Only he would understand.”

“Who?” His frustration was overwhelming her, but she refused to be afraid. Trev’s trying to help, Trev’s trying to help, she repeated to herself over and over again to keep the darkness away. “Who, Janey? Do I know him? Who is it? Look at me!” His voice cracked and she looked up to find him leaning over her, hand outstretched, desperate to shake the old radiant Janey back to the surface.

She broke when a warm tear slipped and fell on her cheek. She stared into his frantic hazel eyes, his dark curly hair more untamed than she’d ever seen it before. Trevor was the best brother-in-law in the world...

“Tay... Taylor.”

“No...no.” he shook his head in disbelief.

-o-o-o-o-

“Hey Trev. Have you seen Jane-” The punch came at him with such force, he stumbled backward.

“What the hell, Trev!” The guys grabbed him from behind and held him tight when he tried to take another swing.

“How could you?! She... she loved you,” Trevor spat out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! I haven’t done anything.” Nothing she didn’t want or didn’t start herself, he added silently as he remembered how what should have been a quick peck on the lips under the mistletoe at the team party a month ago had quickly turned into two, then three... “What’s wrong with Janey? I haven’t seen her since...”

“Since club night? You fucking raped her, you bastard!” Anger poured out of every pore, covering the doubt that had initially hit him an hour ago.

The silence was instantaneous.

“Janey was raped?” Pyatt breathed, his right eye beginning to swell. “Janey... no... I didn’t go to the club with everyone else,” he swallowed, never once breaking eye contact with Trevor until something caught his attention from behind half the guys crowded glued to the spot around Trevor. “Janey.”

“It wasn’t him!”

“What?” Trevor choked out. “Janey, I told you to stay in the car.”

“No. It wasn’t him,” she cried from the entrance to the locker room.

“Janey, get out of here, now. Get her out, Nazzy!”

“Trev, she’s saying it wasn’t him,” someone said firmly. Willie, it sounded like.

“She told me it was him.”

“No, I said he’d understand.” But looking back now, she wondered if that’d just been wishful thinking. How could he possibly understand?

“I didn’t touch her... I couldn’t until I broke up with Melissa first. That night. I wasn’t at the club because I was ending things with Carrie,” he whispered, “Oh God, Janey.”

Trevor took deep breaths, trying to make sense of the situation. He studied him. Pyatt’s eyes had been fixed on Janey the moment she’d entered the room, horror evident on his face. He wasn’t angry with him, even though he’d punched him. He hadn’t fought back, but that could have been because he was caught off guard, not because he was innocent. This was so fucked up.

“Janey, come here.” She complied, and the players made a path for her. “Janey,” Trevor bent over to press his forehead to hers, taking her face into his hands. “I want you to do something for me, okay? Just one thing.”

“What,” she croaked.

“Look him in the eye.”

She pulled away almost instantly, shaking her head, feeling the weight of Pyatt’s gaze on her and ignoring everyone else’s.

“Why Janey? Why can’t you look at me?”

“Because when I look at you... I see him! I- I’m sorry. So sorry,” she cried, but instead of running from the room; from him, she ran into his arms and let go of all that she’d be holding in.

“Janey. It’ll be... we’ll get through this,” Pyatt whispered against her chestnut hair, but his voice wasn’t as confident as his words.

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