Taylor.

Chapter 12

Taylor

I smile and lean in. I can tell we're gona be doing this alot for now on... Not that I mind. I run my hands through his hair as our tongues wrestle. We stood there and kissed for about a minute. His arms wrapped around my waist, my hands around his neck. This really seemed like a scene from "The Notebook" or something, but I didn't care. The doors slowly open next to us and out comes Demi, Ray, Roc, and Prodigy. We didn't pull away, just listened. "OH SHIT!" Ray laughed. "Get it!" Prodigy's voice chants. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled away and looked at Princeton's embarrassed face before turning to the guys. "Finally!" Demi says clapping and jumping around. I look at her weirdly. "I was waiting for this moment, phew. I was starting to think it'd never happen," She says, smiling widely. "I starting to think that too..." Prince mumbles. I look at him as the red tint on his cheeks began to fade. "Well, I'm happy it did," I say, starring into his eyes. "So are you guys like... Together?" Roc asks, trying to hide the jealously in his voice but failing. But I didn't mind it. Everyone should be jealous of Prince. And not for having me, but because he was probably the nicest, cutest, and most thoughtful guy I've ever met. Prince pulls his hands away from my waist and I unravel my hands from his hair. "Yeah," I smile. But before Roc could say anything, the loud speaker turns on. "The hot new girl, Amanda wants you in Division in 2.5 seconds," Birkhoff says, whistling at the end. "Birkhoff, say it correctly!" I hear Amanda yell faintly in the background. "Sheesh... Taylor Montgomary, come to Division Headquarters," Birkhoff mumbles before the intercom shuts off. I roll my eyes and sigh. "Gotta go," I say before quickly running down the hall and turning the corner. What the hell does she want now? I skid on the tile floor as I reach the black doors of D.H and they slide open. "Yes?" I ask Amanda, folding my arms. "Follow me, Taylor," She says, walking me to a room with a steel door. The door slides open and two guards instantly grab my arms and one of the stabs me with a needle. My entire body instantaneously becomes numb as I try to fight them off. Soon I just lose all feeling in my body. "You've just been injected with a chemical that makes you weak. Your ligaments are falling asleep and you will not be able to fight for the next couple of minutes, so don't try," She scoffs, as they chain me to the wall. I look up from my now messed up bang. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to get out but failing miserably. "Oh, I'm not trying to hurt you, Taylor. I just wana show you something..." She says picking up a remote that was on a small table with another needle. Pressing a button on the remote, a projection appears on the wall in front of me. My eyes widen and my body freezes. My lip quivers as realization hit. It was me... Me and my family. They night they... died. I watch in horror... Me, my parents, and siblings as we all gathered around the Christmas tree. I was laughing and playing with my fathers tie as I sat on his lap. 

"Wana put the star up Taylor-Cakes?" He asks.

I hadn't noticed the tears falling from my eyes as I shook against the wall.

Princeton

I look as the T.V screen in the gym as it turns to a live broadcasting from a weird looking room. "Oh, I'm not trying to hurt you Taylor. I just wana show you something..." Amanda says pressing a button on a remote. My hands suddenly curl into fists. A projection popped up on the screen of a girl and her family. A girl that looked alot like... Taylor. "Wana put the star up Taylor-Cakes?" I'm guessing,  her father, asks. The little girl jumps up screaming and laughing. Her laugh was familiar, too familiar. My eyes stung as I wished this wasn't what I thought it was. I felt my heart drop as I realized what was happening... Taylor told me she was one of six siblings, three brothers, two sisters. On the screen, there were three brothers, and two other sisters. Taylor was the youngest, and clearly the smallest. The little girl on the screen had the same big hazel eyes, the same long dark hair, the same laugh, the same smile. My mind blurred and my eyes converted red as the camera turned to Taylor. Chained on a steel wall. Sobbing.