Taylor's father disappears one day and she takes it upon herself to find him and in the process, she loses almost everything that she had.
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When Taylor's life turns topsy-turvy, upside-down, and backwards, she's in desperate need of getting every...
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I STOOD in front of the elegant house of Scott and Riley, waiting for someone to answer to my ringing. I really didn't want to end up in the same room as Scott and his horrid ex-boyfriend stealing sister. I'm not sure when I started disliking the both of them- but I knew I wanted to be nowhere near them or their home. Being near them made me uncomfortable.
"Taylor? What are you doing here?" Scott asked as my face turned pale. I felt the blood drain from my body as I stood motionless.
"My dad. He said he would be here." I said, trying my best to not look him in the eyes.
"Right?" He dragged the word and approached me slowly, placing his hand softly on my arm as though I was some child on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Little twerp. Just because you don't get what its like to have your father just leave doesn't mean you can treat me like some fragile piece of. . ." He unlocked the front door, then turned to face me.
"Did you just call me a little twerp?" He laughed aloud, a smirk growing on his features. There was an error of confusion in his eyes, as though to ask what was wrong with me.
"Yes." I murmured, crossing my arms impatiently. He stood beside me, sliding his hand up and down my arm as we stood in the silence before he decided to start speaking again.
"Let me see. My dad didn't say anything about your dad visiting but I will go in and check, do you. . . do you want to come in?" He asked cautiously. I nodded silently and entered his house.
The faint smell of cleaning products and alcohol melded into my nose. I followed behind Scott as he led me deeper into his house.
"Here, take a seat, do you want something to drink?" He asked sweetly.
I shook my head, my nerves on edge. I hadn't seen my father in a little over three months now and I was freaking out. The last time I saw him, he drove away.
I sat on Scott's couch, "No thanks." He turned around from where he was heading to the kitchen and instead sat beside me.
"How was your day Taylor?" He asked, sitting too close for comfort. I didn't dare glance up at him for fear of what he might do. Scott wasn't the sort of guy you would intentionally flirt with and once you showed even the slightest interest, he wouldn't stop.
"Good." I muttered, feeling extremely uncomfortable as a strange tension filled the air.
"Uh. . ." he paused, I glanced to be met with mellow eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something." His fingers were playing with whatever he could touch, he seemed jittery.
"I don't really want to know." I muttered, uncomfortably impatient and regretting coming to Scott's house. His entire family was weird, well the part of it that I did meet.
