Okay this chapter is also kinda short but the next one will be longer.
You people know who's mine and who's not, if you haven't read about them in the book, then they're mine. Thanks again to Kathryn Randle!
Chapter 2
"Dad I'm home! Mom? Is anyone here?" Taylor called to the empty house.
Just then, Taylor's mother appeared in the doorway.
"Hi honey, how was school?"
"Great, I got detention," she said dryly.
"Why?"
"Long story."
"Well go upstairs and do your homework, your father's sleeping." Taylor slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the stairs. She hated this new house; maybe it was the coziness of it. She was used to the New York City apartment building. Taylor opened the door to her room, which was full of unpacked boxes. She hadn't bothered to take much of her stuff out, she wasn't sure why but she didn't have the heart. It was like she would be happy in Oklahoma if she unpacked, but she wasn't. She sat down on her bed and opened up her backpack. An envelope sat on top of her books. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand.
"Sodapop Curtis," she read. It was that boy that walked her to class. It must have fell from his pocket into her bag when he went to pick it up. She looked at it again; underneath his name were his address and the word "Paycheck". She looked inside but it was empty, oh well, she wasn't going to take it anyway.
"17, Washington Lane," she read his address. She'd give it back to him tomorrow, she decided, putting it on her nightstand.
After a few hours of homework and staring at the cracked ceiling, her mother called her down for dinner.
"So how is school so far Taylor?" her dad asked.
"It's alright. This girl Jamie seems pretty nice," She replied.
"I'm glad to see you're adjusting well sweetheart," her mother said. For some reason, Taylor didn't have much of an appetite. She noticed how she had stopped living since she moved here.
"Mom, can I be excused?"
"Oh Taylor, finish your dinner." Taylor quickly finished what was on her plate and left to go back to her empty room. She read a book for a while and stared at the ceiling, thinking of the things she'd left behind. She missed almost everything about New York. It was so big and busy, not like here where she barely noticed any other living beings.
Suddenly, she heard angry voices from yelling from downstairs. She opened her door and walked down the stairs, stopping and the fourth one from the bottom, she didn't want to be seen.
"George, please calm down. Put that down." Taylor heard a crash and her mother scream. Dad's drunk, she realized. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the stairwell. The kitchen table was overturned, glasses and plates shattered Several beer cans littered the floor, her mother was crumpled in the corner, crying. Her father's back was to her, he staggered slightly.
"Dad," Taylor started, he turned towards her and threw a crumpled beer can at her head. She ducked and the can knocked a picture off the wall.
"Dad please," she pleaded, walking towards her father. She needed to give her mother time to get to the phone and call Dr. Madison. He was a special psychiatrist that was supposed to help her father get over his drunk fits. That was the real reason they had moved to Oklahoma.
Her father lunged at her and she swerved to avoid him. He grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully. She tried to yank away and at the same time, he pushed her over the already fallen table. She hit the floor and rolled away immediately as he advanced on her with a broken glass. She grabbed the sprayer from the sink and pulled the trigger, hoping to get some water in his eyes. She raced past him as he raised a hand to his eyes. She reached the door and turned back to see if he was following. She saw the broken glass right in front of her eyes. She threw her arm in front of her face and felt the glass bite into it. She shook her arm frantically, trying to get the glass shards out. Then she ran out the door into the dark night.
Despite what you may think this will not end up bad I PROMISE!
You people know who's mine and who's not, if you haven't read about them in the book, then they're mine. Thanks again to Kathryn Randle!
Chapter 2
"Dad I'm home! Mom? Is anyone here?" Taylor called to the empty house.
Just then, Taylor's mother appeared in the doorway.
"Hi honey, how was school?"
"Great, I got detention," she said dryly.
"Why?"
"Long story."
"Well go upstairs and do your homework, your father's sleeping." Taylor slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the stairs. She hated this new house; maybe it was the coziness of it. She was used to the New York City apartment building. Taylor opened the door to her room, which was full of unpacked boxes. She hadn't bothered to take much of her stuff out, she wasn't sure why but she didn't have the heart. It was like she would be happy in Oklahoma if she unpacked, but she wasn't. She sat down on her bed and opened up her backpack. An envelope sat on top of her books. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand.
"Sodapop Curtis," she read. It was that boy that walked her to class. It must have fell from his pocket into her bag when he went to pick it up. She looked at it again; underneath his name were his address and the word "Paycheck". She looked inside but it was empty, oh well, she wasn't going to take it anyway.
"17, Washington Lane," she read his address. She'd give it back to him tomorrow, she decided, putting it on her nightstand.
After a few hours of homework and staring at the cracked ceiling, her mother called her down for dinner.
"So how is school so far Taylor?" her dad asked.
"It's alright. This girl Jamie seems pretty nice," She replied.
"I'm glad to see you're adjusting well sweetheart," her mother said. For some reason, Taylor didn't have much of an appetite. She noticed how she had stopped living since she moved here.
"Mom, can I be excused?"
"Oh Taylor, finish your dinner." Taylor quickly finished what was on her plate and left to go back to her empty room. She read a book for a while and stared at the ceiling, thinking of the things she'd left behind. She missed almost everything about New York. It was so big and busy, not like here where she barely noticed any other living beings.
Suddenly, she heard angry voices from yelling from downstairs. She opened her door and walked down the stairs, stopping and the fourth one from the bottom, she didn't want to be seen.
"George, please calm down. Put that down." Taylor heard a crash and her mother scream. Dad's drunk, she realized. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the stairwell. The kitchen table was overturned, glasses and plates shattered Several beer cans littered the floor, her mother was crumpled in the corner, crying. Her father's back was to her, he staggered slightly.
"Dad," Taylor started, he turned towards her and threw a crumpled beer can at her head. She ducked and the can knocked a picture off the wall.
"Dad please," she pleaded, walking towards her father. She needed to give her mother time to get to the phone and call Dr. Madison. He was a special psychiatrist that was supposed to help her father get over his drunk fits. That was the real reason they had moved to Oklahoma.
Her father lunged at her and she swerved to avoid him. He grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully. She tried to yank away and at the same time, he pushed her over the already fallen table. She hit the floor and rolled away immediately as he advanced on her with a broken glass. She grabbed the sprayer from the sink and pulled the trigger, hoping to get some water in his eyes. She raced past him as he raised a hand to his eyes. She reached the door and turned back to see if he was following. She saw the broken glass right in front of her eyes. She threw her arm in front of her face and felt the glass bite into it. She shook her arm frantically, trying to get the glass shards out. Then she ran out the door into the dark night.
Despite what you may think this will not end up bad I PROMISE!