*David's POV*
"Where the hell is she!" I shouted, picking up Sam by his shirt collar and lifting him off the floor.
"huh?" He said.
"You had one job, Sam, to watch Taylor! She's gone."
The sun had just gone down, and i had been losing sleep all night over Taylor anyways, so I woke up extra early.
"I don't know, David!" Sam shouted, and I dropped him. Thankfully, he fell right on the couch. "She doesn't even know anybody here, and she's not drunk anymore-she was careful, see." He gestured towards the closed front door.
"Grandpa's," mike said, rubbing his head as he walked down the stairs. "She always goes to Grandpa when she gets scared, she must not like it here."
There was a collective sigh as I raced outside, jumping on my bike and heading to the old man's house.