Jeff cautiously walked over to the girl. He sat beside her and cleared his
throat to catch her attention, which he did. The girl quickly wiped her
tears and turned to face Jeff.
"Uh…Hi may names Jeff."
The girl nodded. "Taylor."
"I know this is none of my business but I just wanted to know if you were okay. I saw you run out of your house and your dad…"
"Foster dad." The girl interrupted.
"Right foster dad. Anyway I saw him chasing you and I also noticed that you were bleeding."
"I'm fine," Taylor said with no expression on her face.
"Really. I mean your sitting out here crying and your forehead is bleeding and you expect me to believe that you're just fine?"
"Does it really matter if how I feel? It's not like anyone can fix it." She said looking at the water.
Jeff sighed. "How old are you?"
"Well how old are you" Taylor said.
Jeff laughed. "I asked you first."
"So, I asked you second."
"Fine, fine, fine. I'm 22. Now are you going to telling me how old you are?"
Taylor smiled. "16."
"Really?"
"Yup. Why?"
Jeff looked at her closely. Studying every curve of her body. "No reason. It's just you look older. Like at least 20."
Taylor smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"So you want to talk." Jeff asked slowly.
Taylor looked at him strangely and tilted her head. "Wasn't that what we were just doing?"
Jeff shook his head while taking of his shirt. "No, I mean yes, but I meant do you want to talk about what happened"
While Jeff was ripping the sleeve off his shirt Taylor replied. "There's nothing to talk about."
Jeff took the sleeve and dipped it into the lake. He then put it on her head and wiped some of the blood away.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it. I mean maybe I can help."
"Uh…Hi may names Jeff."
The girl nodded. "Taylor."
"I know this is none of my business but I just wanted to know if you were okay. I saw you run out of your house and your dad…"
"Foster dad." The girl interrupted.
"Right foster dad. Anyway I saw him chasing you and I also noticed that you were bleeding."
"I'm fine," Taylor said with no expression on her face.
"Really. I mean your sitting out here crying and your forehead is bleeding and you expect me to believe that you're just fine?"
"Does it really matter if how I feel? It's not like anyone can fix it." She said looking at the water.
Jeff sighed. "How old are you?"
"Well how old are you" Taylor said.
Jeff laughed. "I asked you first."
"So, I asked you second."
"Fine, fine, fine. I'm 22. Now are you going to telling me how old you are?"
Taylor smiled. "16."
"Really?"
"Yup. Why?"
Jeff looked at her closely. Studying every curve of her body. "No reason. It's just you look older. Like at least 20."
Taylor smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"So you want to talk." Jeff asked slowly.
Taylor looked at him strangely and tilted her head. "Wasn't that what we were just doing?"
Jeff shook his head while taking of his shirt. "No, I mean yes, but I meant do you want to talk about what happened"
While Jeff was ripping the sleeve off his shirt Taylor replied. "There's nothing to talk about."
Jeff took the sleeve and dipped it into the lake. He then put it on her head and wiped some of the blood away.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it. I mean maybe I can help."
