Chapter Two; You turn your back and they're gone so fast
"What!?" Taylor yelled. He looked around again at Mark. His eyes
were finnally wide as he shot an evil glare at the boy who said it. He looked at
Taylor unable to answer. Taylor looked around the room he looked back down
at where the baggie was and saw someone pick it up. He followed her hand as
she pulled out a needle from hiding.
"Oh enough of this shit! I'm gone" With
that Taylor pulled open the door and walked out into the rain. Mark ran after
him, he grabbed his shoulder. Taylor spun around now unexplainably furious.
"Well, what did you expect me to do Tay!? I was alone, no one cared about me
anymore. You just kept flying away to everywhere, I had no one!" he yelled,
the rain soaking himself and Taylor.
"I didn't expect this! I gave you our
beeper number, I told you to call if you needed me. Why didn't you?" he said
pulling the a peice of blonde hair off of his face.
"Well..." Mark said, he really
didn't have much of an answer to that.
"That's what I thought" Taylor said
softly. Fuming over the sight he'd just witnessed he turned around and walked
towards his house. His mind racing he sped up to the point at which he was
running.
At the brink of tears he burst through his front door. His mom stood
waiting.
"Where have you been!? You said you'd come home if it started
raining!" Taylor turned around, his mom saw the pain in his face and asked
what was wrong.
"Nothing..." he replied almost to a whisper. He started up
the stairs but was pulled back down by the back of his shirt.
"What's the
matter Taylor? Where did you go? Are you ok?" Mrs. Hanson began giving
him the third degree.
"MOM! I'm fine. I went to Mark's house, my head
hurts I'm going to lye down" he lied and walked up the stairs ignoring the rest
of her questions.
He burst through the door to find Isaac cracking up over the
show he was watching. Isaac heard the door slam and looked up to see Taylor.
"What's up?" he asked looking back towards the t.v.
"Everything" he said
walking over to the dresser pulling out a sweatshirt and a clean pair of jeans.
"Cool" Isaac said before bursting into another idiotic fit of laughter.
"Well it sure is nice to know that someone
doesn't care" he said walking to the bathroom.
"What!?" Isaac yelled through
the bathroom door. Taylor re-appeared, changed, in the door way. He threw
his clothes into the hamper.
"Nothing....forget it." He walked over to
his bed and threw himself onto it.
"What are you talking about!?" Ike insisted.
"I said forget it!" he said looking up at his brother looking over
him, "Just shut up ok?"
"Whatever, God you're such an asshole sometimes
Taylor" he said throwing his hands up in the air and walking away.
"I'm an
asshole!?" Taylor said sitting up in bed "I don't even think so"
"Everything has
to be about you Taylor, doesn't it?" Isaac shouted.
"Everything has to be about
me!?" Taylor shot back, "I told you to forget it, I meant forget it!" Isaac just
rolled his eyes and sat back down in the chair. A few minutes later Taylor let
out a shrill scream as he burried his head in the pillow.
"What's wrong?" Isaac
tried to ask sincerely.
"Why do you care?" Taylor asked removing his head
from the pillow.
"I'm your brother I guess I have to" he said emotionless.
"What's wrong with you today? P.M.S. baby bro?" Isaac joked. Taylor saw
no humor though and jumped up from the bed his face scarlet.
"You son of a
bitch! Who do you think you are!?" he yelled.
"Gee I guess so...." Ike said
sarcastically. Taylor grabbed his brother's shoulder and shoved him so hard it
knocked him into the floor. He immediatly jumped up and got right in
Taylor's face he pushed him into the wall and said,
"Don't you EVER try that
again! You understand me!? Don't even TRY it!" Just then Zac burst through the door.
"Hey,
what's.....up......" he trailed off when he saw the scene in the brothers' bedroom.
Isaac let Taylor's shirt go and he fell slightly to the ground. The room began
spinning, feeling sick to his stomach Taylor bolted out of the room, knocking
Zac out of the way in his hurry. Taylor grabbed a jacket and pulled the front
door open. He stepped out into the pouring rain and began to run down the
street. His thoughts racing through his mind. Unable to concentrate on any
particular one. His body was numb but he could still feel the sting of his hand
throwing Isaac into the floor, the pain of his body being slammed up against
the wall. What had he just done? Who knows how far it would have gone if
Zac hadn't busted in? His eyes welling up with tears, his own guilt and pain
building up inside of him. Finally he found himself standing on the front
porch of a house. He rang the doorbell and awaited and answer. The door
swung open.
"Taylor?"
"Hey Mark...."
Chapter Three
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