Page 2 of Savage for You

Taken aback, I say with fire in my words, “I’m so sorry my parents dying has changed me. Sorry I have been so depressed that I’ve gained weight. If you loved me like you claim you did, you would be helping me, supporting me, letting me cry on your shoulder, instead of cheating on me with my best friend. Most of all, I’m sorry I stayed with your sorry ass for as long as I did. You just took my self-esteem and self-worth and destroyed them with no remorse.”

With that, I hold my head high and walk out the room. Talon pulls me into a hug and so does Theo.

“You don’t deserve that, Montana,” Theo says as he looks me in my eyes.

All I can do is nod my head. Talon and I walk out of the house for the last time. We get in my Jeep and go to the smoothie shop down the street.

“Tal, remember when I told you I was thinking about transferring to SBU?” I look up at him sipping my strawberry and banana smoothie looking into his blue eyes that match my mom's.

“Montana, please don’t leave because of him and that whore you called a best friend.” Talon shakes his head.

“Tal, I only came here because Dylan got in. I miss my parents and feel like since they met there, I can somehow be closer to them in a way? I don’t know, I—I just want to go home,” I finish saying and sigh.

“Well, that only means one thing. I’m transferring with you, they have been wanting me to play for them so this is the only way I’ll go, and we can go look for apartments,” he says.

“Let’s go home.” I smile sadly at him, not because two of my relationships just ended, but because I will finally get to be in the place where my parents fell in love.

For the first time in my life, I’m mad as hell, and I’ll take this anger and channel it into something else.

Holly took my problem, not my man. I won’t let them change me for the worse. I’ll get my revenge but it's not one you may be thinking.

I’ve allowed people around me, those closest to me, to make me feel less than because of my weight. Growing up, my mom told me not to give a fuck about what people think, and it’s about time that I remember that and show everyone who the fuck Montana Taylor is.

If I knew today that their betrayal would be the best thing that ever happened to me, maybe I should thank the bitch, but who are we kidding? I’m not thanking her. She can kick rocks for all I care.

If I knew then what I know now, the pain was worth the wait of my forever.

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Montana

Four Months Later

Dickface: Please, Montana just talk to me. I miss you. Tell me we can work this out.

Me: Is the sky green?

Dickface: No…

Me: I hope your dick gets caught in a zipper

After the shit show that was my birthday, I finished my semester at Ohio State, and I immediately moved back to Minnesota when my transfer to Stonebridge University went through. I was lucky enough to find an apartment in the building close to campus, and Talon decided to move into the football house. Again.

I started running and eating healthier, but don’t get it twisted—I still love a good cheeseburger. Running has really helped me with my moods, and I actually don’t hate it. I don’t want to become skinny, I love my curves, but I want to feel pretty in my own skin again. I am not doing this for anyone but me—it has become my escape.

When I left Ohio, I was depressed and not healthy. I was either not sleeping or I was always sleeping. I needed to have a routine for myself. So, I started waking up early to go running before getting ready for the day.

It’s my senior year of college, and I cannot wait to graduate, I just wish my parents were here to see me do it. Romeo and Tatiana Taylor were not only my parents but also my best friends. My parents, along with my uncle, owned the Minnesota Vikings and were practically royalty here at Stonebridge University where they met, dated, and fell madly in love. My dad was the star quarterback, and at first, my mom wanted nothing to do with him. She was the sports photographer for the team. He literally told everyone that no one was allowed to talk to my mom. They were crazy in love with each other till the day they died. My nose starts to sting, and tears pool my eyes when I think about all the things they will miss in my life. I swear they were like a real-life romance novel.

At least I still have my uncle, Atlas Taylor, an All-American Football player who also played for SBU. One of the best defensive ends in the league. Also, he’s a genius. Who would have thought the gamer nerd uncle of mine, one of the best hackers—well, reformed hacker, I should say—would be such a businessman now. I swear he’s like my own Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. My uncle, who is more like an older brother to me, wants me to come work in the family business, but I don’t want to.

I love graphic design. I want to create book covers and character art to help bring an author’s vision to life. I love designing NSFW (not safe for work) pictures to bring a picture to the reader's mind. There is so much more I want to do, but this is my dream. Maybe one day I’ll do more with the family business, but I want to make my own way.

My dad and uncle both went on to play professionally and won a few Super Bowls. Since my parents passed away, their part of the team was given to me. Not many people know that I own my parents' portion of the team because we’ve kept it out of the press.

Growing up with a family in the NFL, I didn’t really like being known. Almost being kidnapped when I was three years old made my family treat me like a porcelain doll. We had a nanny Tabitha who became obsessed with my dad. She was in college and thought that taking me would get him to be with her. She had delusional disorder, and her parents didn’t know she stopped taking her antipsychotic medication. She’s lucky my mom doesn’t believe in violence. My mom is a hot-tempered Puerto Rican woman, she did not play when it came to me. What did Tabitha think this was, One Tree Hill? She quit her job as a sports photographer after that and stayed home with me.

It’s crazy how time flies. It feels just like yesterday that everything changed, and my world stopped. It feels like everything around me kept on going as my time stopped on July 24th. July is a month that will always suck for me.

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