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What's the tayga fic about?

its Taylor’s bday and they are in Russia at a strip club. Gaga hires a stripper to give T a lap dance but gets jealous and finishes herself

The Tutor - Chapter 6

I slowly wake up and hear my sister screaming my name in the distance. But as my vision becomes clearer and my hearing comes to normal I realize that she’s hovering above me shaking me.

“Stefani wake up!”

She screams making me jump up butting my head against hers. Natali falls backwards and rolls off the couch.

“Oww..”

I whine as we both hold onto our heads.

“What’s going on?”

I ask on full alert mode.

“I couldn’t wake you up! I almost called 911! Are you okay?!”

She asks frantically. I quickly nod and sit up pulling her into my arms realizing she’s about to cry.

“I’m fine Nat! I’m fine! Don’t cry sis!”

I say. Natali hugs me tightly.

“I thought you were dead! You always wake up so easily it’s never taken me this long!”

She rants. I shake my head and push her away forcing her to look at me.

“I’m okay Nat! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!”

I say. Natali nods slowly and wipes the tears that managed to form in her eyes. My father walks into the house but he doesn’t shut the door. Instead he semi-closes it and looks at me with worry staining his eyes.

“Dad I’m fine.”

I say but he merely shakes his head.

“There’s someone here that insists she won’t go away until you talk to her. I think you should.”

He says. I scoff and look at Natali who starts handing me my homework that she gathered from my teachers.

“Thanks Nat. And dad if it’s Tara I don’t want to see her, hear her or even breathe the same air as her ever again.”

I respond and pull a pencil out of my backpack. I look down at my Geometry assignment and start trying to work out the first problem.

“Stefani…you really need to talk to her. Something happened.”

He says. I look up from my paper and see my worried father standing there. The look in his eyes tells me something is really wrong with this situation. I stand up from the couch and put my homework and pencil down onto the coffee table. My heart speeds up as I walk towards the door. My father steps aside and opens it allowing me to see the back of Tara’s head. I walk outside behind her and fold my arms when I hear the door shut behind me. No words are spoken and Tara doesn’t move a muscle until a small cry forces her body to shake.

“Tara?”

I whisper. She slowly turns around and I gasp at the sight. Both of her eyes are black, she’s got small bruises scattered on her face and a couple on her neck. Her forehead has fresh cuts on it and her wrists are obviously cut as well. I have to try extra hard to keep my jaw from dropping open. It takes me a minute of looking her up and down before I realize that I need to say something…anything.

“Tara…what happened?”

I whisper and she shrugs.

“This is what happens when I get into trouble at school. Any kind of trouble.”

She shakily responds. I have no time to think about the hatred I had for this girl earlier today. I grab her hand gently, making sure she has no cuts on it, and pull her inside. We quickly walk past my dad and Natali and I take her upstairs into my room.

“Sit here and wait okay?”

I speak softly. Tara nods and sits on my bed. I run into the bathroom and grab a washcloth. I wet it and grab the first aid kit before running back into the bedroom. I sit on the bed beside Tara and I grab one of her wrists. As I start cleaning the cuts she whines in pain and tries to pull away.

“I know it hurts…but you have to trust me. You need stitches…I know how to do them.”

I whisper. Tara’s eyes grow wide but she squeezes them shut and I start stitching her wrists and the cut on her forehead. She cries from start to finish but I hug her until she stops. Once she’s quiet again I wrap her stitched wrists with gauze and then close the first aid kit. I look at Tara. She looks broken and..well..abused obviously.

“Tara who did this to you?”

I manage to ask and she shrugs.

“My mom and dad kind of took turns.”

She speaks almost inaudibly. This pisses me off. What kind of parent does this their kid? Ugh and to the girl that I bullied endlessly and then wouldn’t forgive her for getting me back. I feel like utter shit right now. Though I’m sure Tara feels worse. I stand up and walk to my dresser. I pull out some comfortable pajamas and hand them to her.

“You look like you’re about my size if not a little bit skinnier.”

I say.

“I will not let you go home tonight. I’ll be right back.”

Tara nods and I leave my bedroom gently shutting the door behind me. I run downstairs and find my dad in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“I wanna take Tara in.”

I blurt out making him nearly drop the pan. He puts it onto the stove and turns to me.

“Take her in? As in living with us?”

He asks and I nod.

“She can’t go home dad! Her parents did that to her!”

I beg. My father’s expression turns from surprised to angry in a matter of milliseconds.

“Her parents?!”

He nearly shouts. I shush him and tell him to lower his voice so that he doesn’t hear.

“She can stay here. But you two aren’t going to school for the rest of the week. I don’t want her parents showing up there trying to find her.”

I nod in agreement and hug my father tightly.

“Thank you so much dad!”

I say and run back to my room. I find Tara still sitting where I left her only this time wearing the pajamas I gave her.

“Okay. It’s all set. You’re gonna stay with me. And we’re not going to school for the rest of the week so that your parents cant go to the school and find you.”

I say. Tara takes a moment to let the information sink in.

“So basically I’m under a form of witness protection program.”

She mumbles. I nod and sit next to her.

“Yeah. Something like that. I’m so sorry this happened. It’s all my fault.”

I say. “Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

She asks. I dreaded that question. I’m not sure how to even answer it so I just say what comes to mind.

“Because. I may be a bitch at normal times. And I may not be the most forgiving person. But I’m not completely a bad person. I do have feelings and I do have a heart. And I know for a fact that you don’t deserve what you just went through.”

Anonymous

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Prompt: it's taylor bday and they are in Russia after a show of the tour. They go celebrate at a strip club and gaga decides to hire one of the strippers to give T a private lap dance. But while watching, gaga regrets/gets jealous and finish the dance herself.

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