Chapter Seven; I'll Call it desparation, Can't you see it in my eyes?
Isaac bit his lip and looked around at the rusted rollarcoaster cart.
"Ummm....Zac...How fast did you say this thing went?" he inquired.
"250 miles per hour!!" Zac stated bouncing around in his seat.
"Great" he replied sarcastically. Just then the cart moved slightly and then the ride began.
"NO! I have to get out!" Isaac started to climb out.
"Oh Ike, don't be such a wuss" Zac said pulling Isaac back down by the back of his shirt, "It'll be fun!" Isaac sat nervously fidgeting with the seat belt.
"IT WON'T FASTEN!!" he screamed as the cart neared the top of a hill. Zac reached over and clicked the two parts together while Isaac panicked.
"There...now shut up you sound stupid man!"
"Huh?" Isaac asked as he looked down at the seatbelt, "Oh ok thanks dude" They reached the top of the hill and went soaring down the massive coater tracks.
"NOOO!!! LET ME OFF!!!" Isaac screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Damnit Ike...you're ruining the whole thing!" Zac complained. Isaac just continued to scream for the rest of the ride. When they unloaded Zac barelled off in the direction of a coaster even bigger than the one they'd just been on. Isaac was then dragged against his own free will to yet another torture device.
Taylor frantically picked up the phone and began to dial Scott's number. His body was still shaking violently.
"Damnit, not home....Scott" he began, "It's Taylor- call me as soon as possible...it's important" he practically yelled into the machine, slamming the phone back down. He layed down on the bed, knocking his head against the headboard. His hair flew up framing his face, blonde strands clung to his cheeks from sweat. Taylor fell off the bed when the phone rang. His nerves obviously shot he reached up swinging his hand in the air, knocking the phone off the hook. Feeling around on the floor he found it and began to stand up while putting the phone to his ear.
"H-Hello? he said.
"Hey Taylor, it's Scott" Relieved he sighed into the phone "Scott oh thank God"
"What's wrong?" he was quick to respond to the level of panic in his voice.
"I've been...I'm...holy shit...I can't even explain it!" he shrieked.
"Just calm down and try to tell me what's wrong, Taylor"
"I can't...OH GOD!" he yelled as his whole body was thrown into convulsions once again. His grip loosened on the phone and it tumbled to the ground. From the bed he could hear Scott screaming for him. His whole body shook, he closed his eyes to try and block out the pain. He wrapped his arms around his stomach to try and stop himself. His skin was pale and clammy. Tears began to slide down his cheeks again. Taylor's body went limp and he slid off the bed, his body crumpled on the carpet. He sat releived, waiting. Waiting for nothing really, just sitting trying to regain his strength.
"TAYLOR!?" he heard from his right side. He looked down to see the phone lying next to him.
"TAYLOR DAMNIT SAY SOMETHING!" he heard Scott frantically scream. With that he weakly picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Scott" he pleaded half-whispering, "help me"
"Taylor please tell me what's wrong, are you sick? What?" Taylor let his guard down and then began to regail Scott with the hellish story.
"No Zac...No more rides!" Isaac begged his brother.
"Yeah, whoa, I think you're right" he stated struggling to stay balanced.
"Uh oh" he said bringing his hand to his mouth.
"I know" Isaac said doing the same. They both took off in the direction of the nearest bathroom. Running past screaming fans wanting their autographs and knocking people down in their frenzy. When they reached the doorway to the Men's bathroom, they both gripped the door frame and tried to push their way in.
"Move it Zac!" Isaac demanded trying to shove him away.
"I was here first!" Both struggling to get to the bathroom they kept pushing each other. Finnally collapsing on the tiled floor. Zac shook his head and realized he was on top of Isaac.
"Oh no!" he screamed ready to puke.
"GET OFF!" Isaac yelled fearing the worst. Zac tried but it was too late. Jumping up off the floor Isaac reached around to the back of his head. He touched the top layer of his hair and quickly jerked his hand back around in front of him. His rage-filled screaming rang out throughout the whole park.
Taylor took a deep breath, checked his pocket for his key, and pushed his way through the revolving door. He quickly closed his eyes as soon as the sun got to them. He reached his hand up to his collar feeling around for his sunglasses.
"Zac finds a way to screw everything up doesn't he?" he muttered and began walking down the busy streets of Times Square. Trying to smile and act polite he weaved through the pedestrian traffic. Turning onto Broadway he tried to remember the directions Scott gave him.
"Broadway, 3rd block, alley" he mumbled looking around for any signs of paparatzi. Deciding that the coast was clear he stepped into the dark alley. Keeping a steadfast pace he walked keeping his eyes peeled for any autograph seekers and loud mouth reporters.
"You're being stupid Taylor" he said to himself. While he walked his thoughts began to wander. His mind rushed and his head began to hurt. Lost in a daze he continued down the rocky street. Clearing a path through trash and clutter behind a factory of some sorts, a giant fan blew his hair in his face. The cold air brought him back to reality. In attempts to fix his hair he brought his hand up to his forehead. Pulling a few strands behind his ears a strong hand grabbed his forearm. Taylor screamed and looked around. There, an older teenager pulled him off into a darker, narrower alley. The boy slammed his chest into the side of a building, clamping a hand over his mouth. Taylor felt a hand go into his pocket and pull out his wallet and hotel key. The guy then leaned in right next to his ear and in a menacing voice whispered "Ok now that we got the essentials" he paused, "let's have some fun" He turned Taylor around and continued taunting him.
"I'm going to take my hand down, but if you even think of screaming, I will not hesitate to blow your fucking brains out" he then retreived a 9 milimeter from the it's place shoved in his pants, "You get me?" Taylor's eyes shot wide open as he looked down at the gun and back up at the face of the guy.
"Don't fuck with me!" he warned, "Do you understand me?" Taylor nodded weakly.
"Good" he said with a tone of superiority showing up in his voice, removing his hand from Taylor's mouth. Even through his plastered look of terror the guy still recognized him.
"Hey it's one of those Hanson faggots" he said, "Hey Vince, We got a new fucktoy for you!" Taylor's voice only came out as a whimper of horror, fearing what would happen if he screamed. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" he thought. Around the corner came another older guy. He came right up to Taylor, looked him over, and laughed.
"Fresh Meat, huh?" Taylor whimpered again, it was kind of uncontrollable.
"Oh is the pussy crying?" The first guy asked. The second came in a little closer and put one hand on Taylor's chest keeping him against the wall. He took his other hand and put it between his legs. Watching Taylor squirm like hell, his face contorted in disgust. As he continued rubbing so feircely on his crotch Taylor gave in and let out a ear peircing scream.
"Goddamned little fucker I told you not to" the first guy said running up to him and putting the gun to his temple.
"Get your hands off of him you twisted mother-fucker" came a voice from the alley opening. They all three looked up to see a man of about 20 or 25 pointing a gun at the guy who had previously been assaulting Taylor.
"Get your hands in the air!" he demanded, "Come here Taylor" Taylor didn't know exactly how he knew him or who he was but he did know that he was not trying to molest him! He did as he said, graciously, and rushed to his side. The man, gun still positioned, asked if anything was stolen.
"Yeah my wallet and my hotel key" Taylor told him.
"Which one has them?"
"Ummm...that one" he replied pointing to the first guy.
"C'mon fork 'em over" he said pointing the gun at him and holding out his hand. Reluctantly he handed them over and they both took off in the opposite direction.
"Sick bastards" the man said once they started running, "oh well, are you ok?" he asked turning towards Taylor who was shaking again by now. His whole body trembled, his head was about to explode.
"Whoa are you alright?" he asked running up to him.
"SHIT!" Taylor screamed, emotions raging. Anger, fright, misery, desparation.
"Here" the guy said reaching and pulling out a small plastic bag, filled with powder, "Scott said you needed this" he handed it to him.
"Oh....You're....Howard?" he tried to make a comprehendable sentence.
"Yeah, Scott said to go easy, snort it" Howard said, "Come on" he grabbed his arm and took him deeper into the alley. There he found relief at last.
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