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A/N: Well this week I've decided to post two chapters for you all…I've seemed to have hit a nasty spot of writer's block so some of my chapters aren't as long as the others. But don't worry it really shouldn't have an effect on this story or Being A Man since I write my chapters ahead of time instead it's affecting my writing for several of the new stories I'm currently working on. Now I want to take this time to thank my reviewers from last week; kuropie, AyaneC, xoSuperstarletxo, Yellow-queen18, Sciencefreak2007, HelloLish, look at the stars, Siggystar, k, baby2ludaris, melako17, xo-ChaylorGGQueen-xo, GoodnessFootprintsInTheSand, and Imagination is freedom, thank you guys for the reviews. I hope everyone enjoy this week's update and please remember to Review.
Baby S
Chapter Twenty
"Hello," she paused for a moment and the dropped the phone, immediately alarmed Troy moved towards her just as let out a loud body-racking sob. It barely took Troy a minute before he jumped out of the bed and went to her. Taylor had collapsed to the floor in her grief, wrapping his arms around her slender waist; he picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear.
"Who is this?"
"Troy, oh thank god you're there…its Taylor's friend Sharpay…it's her mother, she, she had a stroke and…" Sharpay's voice started to break up as she sobbed into the phone. Troy clenched his jaw in shock as Taylor turned her head into his chest sobbing and clinging to him tightly.
"Okay…well I should bring her there shouldn't I."
"She has papers to sign…if I could sign them believe I would but they won't let me." Sharpay openly crying now, Troy rubbed Taylor's back for a moment before sighing and speaking into the phone to give Sharpay some directions on what he was going to do.
"Alright this is what I'm going to do, Sharpay I'm going to drive Taylor down there and she's going to sigh some papers."
"Okay."
"I want you to go and get some clothes for Taylor…I know you probably don't have a key to her apartment just go and buy something quick and meet us at the hospital."
"I don't want to leave her mother." Sharpay whimpered.
"Okay well call your boyfriend and tell him to bring some clothes." Sharpay sniffed and wiped her eyes before responding.
"Okay, Troy." He sighed and rocked Taylor slightly as he finished the call.
"Look, I gotta get Taylor ready; I'll call you when we're on our way." Sharpay sniffed again but said okay and Troy heard the dial tone and placed the phone down, Taylor was softly whimpering in his chest as he held her. "Tay…Firefly." He whispered his heartbreaking as he heard every sob escape from her mouth. "Tay, baby come on." He pleaded as he reached down and lifted her face off his chest. Her entire face was wet with tears and her eyes were swollen. He looked down at her for moment and sighed.
"Troy, my mother is…" she stopped for a moment as her bottom lip started to he didn't say anything he just pulled her back into his embrace and held her tightly. They sat there for a long time her sobs the only sound in the room, until her voice went hoarse and the only sound she could make was a hiccup or whimper. Once he thought it was okay to move her he gently started to move back but Taylor clung to him tightly. "Don't." she whispered
"Taylor, we have to get dressed so I can take you to the hospital." Taylor shook her head and held onto him.
"If I go then that means she's really gone…maybe just maybe if I don't go she's still be alive." Troy looked down at her in sorrow, shaking his head he spoke.
"Taylor, baby I'm sorry but she's gone."
"No…no she wouldn't go…she wouldn't leave me." She said breaking down into tears again. "No, Sharpay's wrong and you're wrong." She cried out shaking her head in angry as she tried to toss his words from her ears. Troy grabbed her shoulders firmly and forced her to look at him. He knew he had to get through to her no matter how much it hurt her.
"Taylor listen to me…she's gone baby…and you need to go down there and sign some papers."
"She's not dead…she can't be dead."
"Taylor, baby I am so sorry." He whispered again, trying to through to her, she whimpered and looked at him for a moment before sighed and lowering her head.
"I just don't want to believe it Troy…she wasn't suppose to leave me." She whispered the last part brokenly. "She wasn't supposed to leave me."
"I know baby and I'm so sorry." He whispered as he bent and kissed her forehead, she looked up at him her eyes shining with tears, when she asked him one of the most heartbreaking questions he had ever heard in his life.
"Troy, you aren't going to leave me are you?" He looked down at her and bit his lower lip while shaking his head.
"No I won't leave you, Taylor." He whispered as she started crying all over again, sighing he looked down at her and brushed his hand through her hair. "Come on let's get you dressed." He whispered as he gently moved her to sit down on the bed. Looking around he spotted her undergarments and dress where he had left them earlier that night. Reaching over he picked him up and gave them to Taylor. "Baby, get dressed alright." She meekly nodded her head and took the clothing from his hands. Troy then took that time to get his clothing on, while keeping a watchful eye on Taylor as she slowly put on her clothing. Once he was finished throwing on his clothing, he went over to her. She was dressed in her bra and panties but she had yet to put on her dress. Troy immediately took the dress from her and bunched it up and slipped it over her legs. Then standing her up, he pulled the dress up over her body and zipped it up. "Come on let's go." He whispered softly as he looked at her. She moved to his side and held him tightly as they exited the room so they could head to the hospital. While driving Troy could barely believe the turn of events, it was just moments again that he and Taylor were lying around after a furious night of lovemaking, and now Taylor was almost comatose. She had hardly spoken since they left the hotel, and it was eating at Troy's heart. It barely took them twenty minutes before they were at the hospital. Together they walked inside and up to the floor where Taylor's mother had been. The closer they got to the stairs the more and more Taylor's body started to tremble. Once they entered the floor, Sharpay's boyfriend Zeke rushed over to them.
"Come on….we have to go here." He said as he looked at Taylor with concern, however she barely made eye contact with him, instead she allowed Troy to lead her towards their destination. "They…I'm sorry Taylor but they had to move her body." He whispered as they entered a room, where Sharpay was quietly sitting talking with a hospital representative. Once Sharpay saw Taylor she stood up and walked over to tears streaming down her face. Approaching her friend cautiously she pulled her into a tight hug while Troy and Zeke looked on. The representative watched sadly for a moment, silently cursing his job. Clearing his throat he broke the touching moment.
"I'm sorry but we need Ms. McKessie to give us directions on what is to be done with the body."
"She's not a body she's my mother." Taylor stated quickly, Troy pulled her to his side protectively and glared at the man, who took a step back. Raising his hands he looked at Troy and asked.
"What would Ms. McKessie like done with her mother." Taylor looked at Troy and bit her lip in shame.
"I don't know where to send her, Troy." She whispered. Troy nodded his head and then spoke up.
"Send her to Hamilton Brothers Funeral Home." Taylor looked him for a moment before looking back at the representative who nodded his head.
"Yes, please send her there." The man nodded and walked over to Taylor and handed her a piece of paper.
"This is the release form for your mother…you're going to have sign these forms so we can release her to Hamilton Brothers Funeral Home." Taylor took the paper from his hand and the offered pen and sighed it quickly as she tried to keep her mind blank on what she was actually signing. Troy watched her silently for a moment before looking at the representative.
"I want all bills sent to me." He said as he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a business card. Taylor watched him silently. "Is that clear?"
"Yes," he looked down at the card. "Mr. Bolton." Troy then looked across the room, that the body of Janelle McKessie, then back at the representative.
"Can you leave her alone for a moment…let her say her own good-bye." The representative nodded his head and walked out of the room. Taylor who was still clutching Troy's hand walked over to the table where her mother was laying. Not even lifting her head for Sharpay she spoke out.
"Did she suffer?"
"No…she didn't suffer, that's what the doctor's said. They said it was over quick." Sharpay said repeating what she was told earlier. Taylor nodded as she looked down at her mother who if it had not been for the white sheet or the cold silver metal behind would have appeared to be just sleeping.
"Good, she's suffered enough in this life." She whispered brokenly to herself more then to anyone else. Troy watched her, silently his heart becoming heavy with sadness all over again. It took everything in him not to curse God, it took everything in him not to curse the man who had allowed Taylor this pain.
Taylor brushed some hair out of her mother's face, and looked her over for a moment before bending down and kissing her forehead. As soon as her lips touched her mother's forehead the she noticed how the usually warmth and feeling of life was not there. She closed her eyes as she finally accepted that her mother was indeed dead, and that she would not be coming back anytime soon. Slowly she laid her head down her on mother's chest one last time and took a deep breath. "I love you momma." She whispered as she closed her eyes. Troy watched for a moment before gently rubbing her back, trying his best to sooth her.
"She's in a better place now, Taylor." He whispered softly.
"I know but I didn't… I wasn't ready for her to leave me." She whispered as she allowed Troy to pulled her up and hug her. Holding her tightly Troy kissed her head and rubbed her back, looking over at Sharpay he spoke.
"Baby how about you go with Sharpay and change your clothes." He said as Sharpay walked over with a bag of clothes in her hands.
"Okay Troy." Taylor said as she allowed Sharpay to grab her hand. Troy looked at her for a moment before saying.
"Zeke and I will meet you in the waiting room alright." Troy said softly as he looked at Taylor who just nodded and followed Sharpay out of the room, after taking one last look at her mother. Once she was gone, Troy let out a loud sigh that he had hadn't realized he had been holding. "I wish Taylor didn't have to go through this." He mumbled as he looked back at the table that was holding Janelle McKessie. Walking over to it, he looked down at the woman and sighed. "I promise you Ms. McKessie that I will protect, love and cherish your daughter…you don't have to worry about her ma'am you left her in good hands." He whispered as he reached down and pulled the sheet back up over her face. Zeke watched the exchange silently feeling as if it would be rude to interrupt such a moment. Troy titled his head back and looked at the silently for a few moments before turning around and looking at him. "Come on let's go to the waiting room." He said weakly, Zeke nodded and together they headed out of the room leaving the cold body of Janelle McKessie behind.
Later on that night, Troy sat in his bed holding Taylor who was resting but not sleeping against him. She snuggled deeper into his embrace silently. Troy just remained silent knowing that if she needed to talk to him about anything, he be ready. "I'm glad she didn't suffer." Taylor said breaking the silence. Troy nodded his head as he continued to rub her side and back.
"So I am…how are you doing?"
"I'd be doing better if my mother was…was here." She whispered choking up on the last part of her sentence. He looked down at her for a moment and sighed before speaking again.
"She is here." He said.
"No, Troy she's-."
"She's in your heart and always will be." He replied softly, "I know that's where my mother is and I know for a fact that is where your mother is." He whispered as he looked down at her. She looked back up at him for a moment and nodded her head.
"She's going to be alone when we bury her, Troy. She doesn't have any family I know about…no family gravesite no nothing."
"She's your mother and therefore she can be buried in the Bolton gravesite." He replied softly, Taylor looked up at him in shock before shaking her head.
"No, what would everyone think?"
"I don't care…we could bury your mother beside my mother…that way at least our mothers could somehow meet, and then your mother wouldn't be alone." He whispered hoarsely. Taylor sat up and cupped his cheeks within her hands and searched his blue eyes.
"You'd do that?"
"Taylor, I love you…I'd do anything for you." He said looking into her brown eyes, at that showed the hurt and sorrow that Taylor felt in her soul. Leaning forward he kissed her softly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. "You're mother's going to rest in peace, and I promise you from here on out I'm going to be here for you. I'm never going to leave you…only God himself can take me from you." He whispered softly as he kissed her cheek as a lone tear escaped her eyes.