Taylor was over the moon. She'd come to school the next day to discover that there was a note in her locker. Curious, she had picked it up and read it:

Taylor, please see me at the PRU after school. Nicki xx

Taylor could hardly believe her luck. Was she really about to get to know her mother? The entire day was spent in suspense, awaiting the end of the last lesson which would allow Taylor to go and meet her mother.

All that the foster home had ever told her was that she'd been dumped on their doorstep when barely even a week old. They had said she'd come with a note, requesting them to take her in.

Was that really how much her mother had cared for her?

All that Taylor had ever wanted was someone, someone to go to when sad, a shoulder to cry on. Someone who'd love her no matter what.

Someone like a parent.

It hadn't been easy though, tracking her mother down.

She hadn't even been sure whether she'd got the right person but, after seeing Nicki for the first time, Taylor had known that she had to be her mother.

She had the same eyes. The same hair- though of course longer. They even acted somewhat alike.

In addition, Taylor was eager to get to the bottom of why Nicki had abandoned her baby in the first place.

It had to be a pretty good reason otherwise Nicki wouldn't be so reluctant accepting that Taylor even existed.

Taylor could tell that Nicki was lying about not being the mother of Taylor. why? Because that was the look that Taylor gave when she lied.

'Nicki?' She called as she entered the PRU at the end of the day. There was no one there. Taylor sat on one of the tables, patiently waiting for her mother.

She waited for ages but no one came.

Was this Nicki's twisted way of punishing Taylor? Raising her hopes just for them to plummet back down?

However then she caught sight of the whiteboard. There was writing on it- merely a page number and title- however it had still been written by her mother. She walked towards it and brushed the board softly with her palm.

Her own mother had written across this board, her hand had rested on it.

But then Taylor noticed something. She pulled out the note.

She looked at the tidy and neat writing on the board and then at the untidy and scruffy writing on the note.

They were two completely different styles of handwriting. They couldn't have been written by the same person.

Then Taylor became aware of someone else in the room behind her.

She turned around to see a black figure standing next to the door which was now locked. It was Barry.

'Barry,' sighed Taylor, 'for a second I though you were Darth Vader. what do you want?'

'You,' sneered Barry.

'Wait, you wrote this note?' Demanded Taylor. Barry nodded.

Taylor's smile faltered.

'Well,' she muttered, 'so much for meeting my mother. How did you know I wanted to see her?'

'Overheard you and the Big Byrne in the staff room.'

'Why do you want to see me anyway.'

'Oh just for the other day. I wanted to thank you for kicking me. It really got me thinking. Thinking that people like you should not deserve a second chance.'

'What on earth are you going on about?' Queried Taylor incredulously.

Barry started towards her and pinned her against the wall, 'here's my way of thanking you.'

His hands grasped around Taylor's throat. She gasped and tried to force him off but he was too strong.

Wait! What? No one was too strong for Taylor Smith! No one was too strong for Taylor Boston!

With all of the power she possessed, she forced Barry off her and slapped him hard around the face.

He retaliated immediately by kicking her in the stomach, temporarily winding her. Gasping for breath, Taylor fell to the floor.

Barry then hit her round the face in return for good measure.

Taylor's lip was oozing blood now.

'What are you going to do to me?' She whimpered.

'I'm going to show you that no one messes with me and gets away with it.'

Taylor looked up into Barry's eyes. She'd always been good at reading people. Among all of the hatred and cold, she could detect a drop of fear and an unmistakable vibe of vulnerability.

'Barry, what's wrong?' She asked.

'You will be after this.' And to Taylor's horror, he drew out of his pocket a match.

No... he couldn't!

Hiyaaaa hope you like it so far. I'm already writing the next chapter. Please review on your thoughts or what you'd like to happen or anything really regarding this fanfic :)