Windham sat in the back of a cop car. The two officers in the front said almost said nothing. The radio made calls of directions and number that made no sense to Windham. They had told him nothing, just that he needed to come with them. His mind raced, it had to be Taylor. But what, what he had he done? Maybe he just needed to be picked up. Maybe he just got drunk, or in a fight. The car stopped in front of the police station. The officer opened the door, Windham followed them in. He was lead to the back. "They will be right in," the officer said while closing the door. Windham stood looking around. The clock ticked, he started to leave, half tempted to find someone.
"Sorry," a young man in a suit walked in, "please sit down," he pointed to a seat in front of his desk. "Can I get you coffee, water?"
"I just would like to know," Windham said.
"Please sit," the man repeated. Windham took a set hoping it would get him answers.
"I am sorry to have to tell you this," Windham held his breath. "Your father has been killed." Windham blinked.
"What," he spit out.
"Your mother found him," the officer's voice was claim, "he was murdered."
"Murdered," Windham could feel the blood draining from his face. "Where is my mother?"
"She is at the house, we will take you to her soon. I'm sorry but we need some questioned answered. Do you know where your brother is?" Windham ran his hands over his face. He felt frozen, to much was happening, so much bad had happened.
"He, I don't know," the words finally came out.
"We know he was let go from his," the officer grabbed a notebook.
"He was training, we were training, my family is in professional wrestling," Windham mouth felt dry.
"Why don't you try drinking some water," the officer moved a bottle of water toward him.
"You think my brother," he couldn't wouldn't say it. There was no way Taylor could have killed their father.
"Your mother found a note," the officer continued, "it said sorry, your mother said it was your brother's handwriting." Windham's hand shook as he tried to open the water bottle. "Also do you know an Abby Martin?" Windham nodded.
"He didn't hurt her?"
"It seems as though," Windham finally got the cap off. He took a long drink. Through the window he noticed Joe walking in the same hall he was brought. Joe head turned seeing Windham, their eyes met, a look of total fear came across Joe's face.
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"So you talked to her this morning around ten," a female officer asked.
"Yes," Joe answered.
"She was upset," she questioned.
"Yeah, this has been going on for months. He just wouldn't quite." Joe voice hitched. "Did someone call her parents?"
"We are working on that," the officer answered, "you said this has been going on for months."
"Yes," Joe's voice grew loud, "you should have records. She reported anything we got no contact orders. That is why they let him go. I knew it, I knew I should have stayed with her." Joe shook his head, he was in complete panic. This wasn't happening, Taylor didn't take it this fear.
"Ok, why don't we go back over somethings."
"Are they looking for her," Joe wanted to ran out of there. Go find her.
"Yes," the officer answered, "I am hoping you can help us. Did Taylor say anything to you today? Did he try and contact Abby?"
"No, no, not that I know of," Joe shook his head. "It was weird it was like he wasn't mad about any if it. He just seemed to think that." Joe tried to find the words.
"Joe don't get mad at him," Abby looked up at him.
"Abby," Joe brushed her hair away from her face. "I am not going to start a fight. But this has to stop. You have been nice and tried to tell him."
"I should have been more clear," Abby rested her forehead against Joe's chest. "I don't know."
"Babe he just isn't getting it," Joe lifted her chin up.
"Just don't, I don't want to see you guys fighting," Abby sighed.
"Most girls would love to be fought over," Joe chuckled.
"Yeah well not all it is cracked up to be," Abby stood on her tippy toes kissing Joe.
"Was there a physical confrontation," the officer stopped Joe.
"No," Joe answered. "We never got physical. He just was there, at her work, at her apartment, when we went out, he called, drove by, left notes. She told him. But he just kept it up."
"So this was when you decided maybe you should speak to him."
"She kept saying it would pass, he just wanted to be friends." All the things Joe wished he had done were running there his head. Maybe he should have kicked his ass.
"Hey Taylor," Joe called, Taylor turned from his locker. Joe had waited till everyone was gone. He didn't want a scene and he didn't want to embrace him. "Look, I, you," it was uncomfortable. "You need to leave Abby alone." Taylor only smiled.
"How do you mean," Taylor asked, "we are friends. That what she said."
"Taylor that was before," Joe tried not to be angry. "You can't keep showing up at her work."
"Joe we all go there after training, it is a diner," Taylor laughed, "my friends and I go there. Abby doesn't have to wait on us."
"Just back off," Joe felt his jaw tighten.
"I never thought you as the jealous type," the smirk on his face was making Joe's blood boil. "I mean a nice looking guy like you, what would you have to worry about? Plus Abby is with you."
"Did Abby have a relationship with Taylor," the officer irrupted.
"She went on a date with him," Joe answered, "she was being nice."
"I take it Taylor thinks you stole his girl," the officer raised her eyebrows.
"I guess," Joe fall back in his seat, "it just wasn't like that. They were not together, she didn't cheat on him." Joe didn't want this twisted. This wasn't her fault. Or thry he broke them up. There was nothing to break up.
"I believe that," the office stood placing her hands on her hips. "But right now it is not about truth, it is about what he believes."
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Taylor stood in front of the candy rack. Chocolate, chocolate makes people feel better. He remembered reading it was even good for the heart. He moved the drinks he had grabbed into his one hand. They wouldn't be able to go out for dinner tonight. They had a little bit of a drive till they made it to the beach. Nice out of the way hotel on the beach. Things would calm down, get better. Taylor looked out the store window, he saw Abby watching him. He smiled at her, she didn't smile back, just watched him.
"Taylor," Abby's voice was full of shock. Why had she just opened the door? She wasn't thinking, she never thought he would just knock. She tried to slam it shut, but he pushed through, "you can't be here." Taylor closed the door behind him.
"I know things have been rough lately," Taylor started. Abby frantically searched for her phone, "Abby I just want to talk. Like we did before, before other people got in your ear." Abby just kept repeating he shouldn't be there, and Joe as on his way. "Joe is the problem here," Taylor smiled closing the space between them. He grabbed her, she was so shocked she didn't scream. "We can't stay here." He felt for the key in his pocket. "Just come with me," he said. Abby tried to pulled back but that only made him hold tighter. He started walking out the front door with her. It was mid day, most people were at work. They were the only two outside.
"Taylor," she cried.
"Watch your head," he shoved her in his car. Before she could sit up he was behind the wheel, and the car was moving.
"Taylor, what are you doing, where are we going," she sobs filled the car. "You can't, please, listen," it was getting too loud. Taylor reached for the radio turning the volume up. This only made Abby louder, "Taylor," she screamed, "let me out!"
"Shut up," he yelled back, the car swerved. Abby flew back in her seat. "I am trying to drive! Just sit back, and put your seatbelt on, I don't need a ticket!" Abby sat dumbfounded, "Abby please," Taylor's eyes were back on the road, "your seatbelt it is for your safety." With shaky hands, Abby pulled her seatbelt over her chest fasten it. Music filled the car, Abby looked around her,they were headed to the highway.
Taylor finished making his choices and headed to the counter. The woman behind the counter had been watching him. Taylor kept his head down. She scanned each item painfully slow. Taylor glanced at the car. "Gas on five too," the woman asked.
"Yes," Taylor answered. Another car had pulled up, they were at the pump in front of theirs. Taylor watched as the man pumped his gas. He moved closer to the window watching Abby.
"Taylor I have to use the bathroom," Abby spoke. Taylor glanced at her. "Please, I am about to wet my pants." The car pulled to the side and stopped. "Here," Abby looked around.
"Yes," Taylor opened his door, "get out this way." Abby crawled out through the driver's door. She walked a few feet in front of Taylor. He looked away giving her some privacy. She listened as car passed by, maybe someone would think they broke down. "Please hurry, I am not even sure if this is legal." Abby pulled her pants and underwear down, squatting down. With Taylor still looking away, she stood pulling everything up. She walked past him crawling in the drivers door. When she was sure he was behind her she kicked. Taylor was thrown back enough for her to grab the door. Before it close Taylor got the handle. He ripped it open, shoving Abby over, pushing himself in the car. Abby swag at him hoping to make contract. Taylor grabbed her by the wrist squeezing and twisting it. Abby yelled, "are you trying to get us killed," Taylor said, "we are on a highway." He reached over her pinning her back in the seat. He grabbed a zip lock, holding Abby wrist to the door handle next to her, he fastened it.
"Taylor that hurts," Abby pleaded.
"So did kicking me," Taylor grunted. He sat up fixing his shirt and his hair. He looked around readjusted the mirror and pulled back onto the highway.
He would have to try and not blow up so much. It was just the stress, they would be alone. Anyway from everyone, no one filling her head with things. Taylor stood watching, the man was looking into their car. Taylor could see Abby moving, her free hand flying. Taylor matched toward the door. "Hey," the lady yelled after him. Taylor stride became widen as he saw the man stood in front of the driver's door opening it. Taylor narrowed his eye and reached in the waistline of his pants. The sound was loud, and for a minute it deafened him. Abby's screamed became clear, Taylor grabbed the man from the front seat. He tossed his body to the ground. He crawled in the driver's seat, and speed away.
"You shoot him," Abby wailed, "oh my god, oh my god!" Taylor glanced over at her. Her face spread pink, and her shirt stained red.
"Abby," Taylor reached for her, he pulled her close to him. "You are ok, you have to stop doing these things."
"You shoot him, why," she was crying in his shoulder, "why."
"Easy," Taylor whispered, "it is going to be ok."