He awoke again this time feeling great. He stretched his arms over his head and felt something furry. He immediately jumped and knocked the family cat, Siman, over the edge of the couch. It hit the ground with a loud screech and raced out the door.
"Never liked that damn cat anyway" Taylor said to himself. Scott appeared in the doorway cuddling the shaking ball of fur in his arms.
"Nice one Tay!" he said sarcastically. Taylor just smiled as he sat up on the couch. The blanket pooled around his waist, he asked what time it was.
"Around four" Scott answered, "feel better?"
"Yeah, a lot better"
"Good" Scott said. Taylor reached out to pet Siman and he hissed at him and jumped down from Scott's arms. Taylor laughed and moved the blanket for Scott to sit down. He plopped down on the couch beside him.
"Where's Mark?" Taylor asked.
"In bed"
"Oh, Can I ask something?" Scott's eyes looked up into Taylor's.
"Sure"
"What the hell did he do to me!?" Scott laughed.
"What you don't remember?"
"Yeah I remember, he just told me that it wouldn't hurt me" Taylor lowered his head, "Why did it?" Scott felt like crying for him. He'd known Taylor just as long as Mark had and they were better friends sometimes than his brother and him were.
"He's just, just immature. He didn't know what he was doing enough to try to help. I'm really sorry Taylor" Taylor looked back up.
"I mean did he do something wrong?"
"Well, he should have asked if you were on any medication. A lot of people do combine drugs to maintain a substantial high once they are hooked without upping the dosage but it's dangerous. Especially for a beginner" Taylor winced at the word 'beginner'. Was there more of this hell to come? He didn't care he'd defiantly stay away from it from this day forward.
"ARE you on any medication?" Scott's question brought him back to reality.
"Yeah.....yeah, allergy pills" he said with a degree of uncertainty of his previous vow showing up in his voice.
"Are you Ok?" Scott asked trying to get his head under Taylor's.
"Yeah, fine" he said standing up, "I'm going to get a shower" he said wiping a tear from his face and walking out the door hurriedly.
Scott stood outside the door tapping his foot. It had been like two hours. He knocked on the door again. When the door opened Taylor appeared, dressed, "What?" he asked Scott.
"What's wrong Tay?"
"Nothing I'm just....just....scared, I guess"
"Of what?" Scott said putting his hand on Taylor's arm.
"I'm just scared. Scared that I may not even be able to break this. What if I do? I mean get addicted. What will happen?" he asked, tears begining to well up in his eyes.
"Oh Taylor" Scott said and wrapped his arms around Taylor's small framed upper body. Taylor was happy to accept the hug and buried his head in Scott's shoulder.
"You won't, believe me. It was only once" Taylor closed his eyes to keep from crying, he felt ridiculous when he did.
"Listen" he said grabbing Taylor's shoulders and forcing his head up, "You'll be fine, don't worry"
"OK" Taylor said looking at his watch.
"It's almost six I better go" he said.
"OK" Scott said, leading him to the door, "Call me OK? When you get there or whenever" Taylor nodded and walked out the door. Scott began to close the door when Taylor turned around, "Scott, thanks"
"No Problem" With that Taylor began down the street. He did feel better, he wasn't sick anymore. Just scared, still. He didn't want to think about it but there was nothing he could do to help it.
"Oh shut up Taylor!" he said aloud to himself. Upon approaching his house he began to worry. About something he hadn't thought about since yesterday. What was today going to be like crammed in a plane with Isaac? Attending all of those interviews and performances throughout the whole week? He walked up the walk to the front porch. He pulled out his key and opened the door. Inside he spotted Isaac sitting on the couch from his objective point of view.
"Get ready for day of hell number two" he whispered to himself.
Chapter Five
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