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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"HOW DID you know I lived here?" I stepped back barefoot onto the soft carpet of my tiny living room, almost tripping over the length of my pink silk pajamas. I was completely shocked.
The rain had soaked his sweater. He placed his hand behind his head, scratching the back of his neck. "I, uh, well my mom works in the firm. Police force, uh she's a detective actually. And I. . . kind of bribed her. Well, I said I'd do my chores and my sister's chores if she gave me your new address." He gulped, looking as nervous as ever. "I know it's wrong... and she might get fired for it, but she wouldn't tell me so I kind of snuck into her files..."
I raised an eyebrow and without saying anything, I stepped aside and allowed him room to enter. He put the cake in my hand and moved his head like a dog, getting water everywhere.
"Well uh, this is," he cleared his throat, "cozy." He sat down on the couch as I put the cake on the kitchen counter.
"Tell me about it, do you want anything to drink?" I asked, wiping my still sleepy eyes. I couldn't actually believe he was here.
"Taylor, I didn't come here to make small talk. I wanted to. . ." He absently reached for my hand and then realized what he had done. He released my hand.
"To what David? Try to get into my pants. Look I understand your effort, but I am not interested okay. Whatever you think we have, its nothing." I said, my body numb. I don't know what came over me. Confusion. Pain. I wanted him to feel what I felt where someone I loved so much decided to disappear from my life.
The conversation with Tank overtook my mind once again. It was an ongoing cycle that seemed like it wouldn't ever stop.
"Come on in Ms. Blakely, if you even want to be called that anymore." He persuaded. I followed behind him to a particularly huge oak tree which somehow opened a huge hole into its side and swallowed us in.
The doors were metal. The halls were metal, this place seemed to have no windows. We walked further toward an elevator where Tank pressed his hand against the scanner and sent us downstairs. It was a hollow dome of metal and wires as it loudly moved to where we were headed.
A sudden fear struck me, a fear for my life, for survival. I gulped audibly.
"You're afraid? I understand. Here, take this then, maybe you'll feel less fearful." He pulled a gun from his suit jacket and my heart lunged in my chest. He had a damn gun. I breathed heavily, my hands shaking as I wrapped my fingers around it. "Be careful, click the trigger and a bullet comes out at about a hundred or so miles per hour."
"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a bit more secure. Maybe the gun wasn't even loaded, but that didn't matter, I wasn't planning on shooting anyone.
"My name is Tank Heath, FBI." He pulled out a badge and presented it to me, "The so-called 'enemy' your father may have mentioned- if he's even spoken to you since he... alas first let me tell you a little secret about your friend Matt. I know that he has been in your life for quite a while. Is that what he told you his name was?"
