Taylor swallowed hard; only her luck would bring her to this place. Sure, it had been at least 15 years since she
had been back, maybe 7 since she last spoke to her Dad or Brother, but that felt like a lifetime ago and she
wanted nothing to do with it. Hastily grabbing her black hoodie from her makeshift bed in the van she pulled it
on and brought the hood up, covering her hair and most of her face, She was going to do whatever she could to
avoid TM, even if that's where their van was going. Grabbing her wallet phone Taylor shoved them into her guitar
case and threw it over her shoulder. She slammed the door shut and walked up to the truck where he friends
were inside talking to a goofy looking kid in a Teller Morrow shirt with tattoos on his head, Taylor gave a sigh of
relief, she didn't recognize this one.
"There she is! My little girl!" Jessie half- screamed in a patronizing tone as he got out of the truck "your chariot
awaits my darling!" he pushed her towards the door with very little effort. Jessie was like a bear, and he played
the drums like one, his massive hands made the drumsticks look like toothpicks and he often had trouble
keeping hold of them trough some of their more intense songs.
He was really just a teddy bear under his burly demeanour and Taylor knew he had a soft sport for her. Using this
to her advantage she turned around to face him "Jessie…" she looked up at him with her big green eyes "I'm
exhausted, is there anyway you can all drop me off at some motel on the way to a mechanic, I really need the
sleep, ill drive nights for you as soon as the cars fixed! Promise!" the big man laughed, "you little shit! Trying to
pull that little girl thing on me, I've seen you punch larger men than me in the face for less then a sideways
glance". She looked at him and smiled "then maybe you should be careful not to let me get too tired and cranky?
Hmm?" knowing she won this battle Taylor got into the cab of the truck. Sitting half on top of Zach and Nick, a
little too close to the tattooed kid for her liking. "Hey I'm Juice" he smiled, trying to see her face under her mask
of hair and hood, Taylor just looked forward. "Taylor is the name, would you drive me to the closest motel before
bringing the van in, I'm homicidal when tired" The guy laughed and looked over at her friends sympathetically,
having to deal with this girl must be exhausting.
Dodged a bullet there, Taylor thought as she entered her motel room, the quick ride to the sleazy hourly rated
motel was rather painless, the guys did most of the talking, asking Juice about his tattoos and talking about their
band, she got away without having to say much to anyone and she was thankful for that. Throwing her guitar
case down on the bed Taylor went to take a shower, living on the road warm water was a luxury so was a little
peace and quiet. Turning the water on as hot as it would go, she got under the faucet and let out a long breath.
It had been so long since she had thought about any of them, she did her best to make her own life and for the
most part she was successful in that. She was happy with what she had, the band wasn't amazing, but it was
something she was part of, as clumsy and goofy as they were, those guys were her family and that's all she
needed. As she pondered in thought about what it would have been like if she had known the person in that tow
truck. If it were someone who recognized her, what would they say? Would the things that angered her so much
in the past rear their ugly heads? No she thought, not anymore.
Looking at her fingers turning into prunes Taylor turned off the shower got out and dried off. She put her goodie
and leggings back on, wrapped her long red hair into a towel and left the bathroom, along with her introspective
thoughts.