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Marceline and Myrtle
Taylor drove the few miles to his aparment building went to the parking ramp where he carefully chose a spot then turned off the car and got out.
Taylor snaked an arm around her waist and smiled, "let's go inside. It's getting really cold and I'm not gonna let my baby girl get cold.."
Taylor grinned down at her as they walked towards his aparment, he unlocked the door and opened the door. "I'm gonna start the hot chocolate, you wanna go get comfortable in the living room?"
Argent nodded and looked around his apartment. She walked to his living room and sat down on the couch.
Taylor started the hot chocolate, he finished a bit later and brought two mugs into the living room filled with hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, "here you go baby."
Argent bit her lip and thought for a moment, doing her best to stay away from the thought of telling him about her father.
Taylor set his drink down and wrapped his arms around her waist, "please tell me? I'm not going to judge you.."
She frowned. "Part of its because of the bullies, another part of it is because of m-my dad..." She whispered.
"Oh baby.." Taylor squeezed his eyes to rid of the tears that stung his eyes. "I'm not going to let you go back there unless I'm with you.. Ok? I can't let you get hurt."
Taylor wiped away tears, "but I can't let you get hurt. I have to keep you safe, and I'm not going let this sick bastard hurt you." His voice cracked as cried while speaking.
"Argent, please.. Don't go back, we can go together and get your stuff and you can move here with me. Please.. Don't go back.." Taylor begged as he cried with argent in his arms.
Taylor nodded, he got up with a skiddish Argent in his arms. He would have to start over again.. Make her happy again.. He could do it though, "ok.. Let's go.. Before it gets to late."
"Ok, baby. Let's get in the car, do you want me to carry you?" Taylor asked, being gentle as possible.
"Ok.." Taylor walked outside and put her in the car with one if his hoodie's draped over her. He got in the drivers seat and looked over at Argent and frowned when she looked paler and more skiddish.
"About what?" Taylor asked while driving towards her house. "It's going to be ok.. Maybe he won't be home.."



((Mks))