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Hey Mom.' Taylor said nervously.
'Taylor.' Nora whispered. She got to her feet and rushed over to her son, pulling in to a hug, and to Chandler's surprise she pulled him in to the hug as well. The rest of that gang looked on at this reunion. It was sweet, watching a family be reunited for the first time in fifteen years.
'Nora was at the door when we came in.' Phoebe whispered to the others.
They pulled out of the hug and the gang could see that Nora was crying. She held on to Taylor's hand and looked in to his eyes.
'Where the hell were you!' She snapped, placing her own shaking hands on her hips. Chandler grinned and walked over to the rest of the gang. Taylor smiled and looked at his mother.
'It's a long story.' Chandler warned.
'Well would either of you care to tell me! I get a phone call in the middle of the night from my sister telling me that she and my sons are in trouble and then I never hear from her again and I only have one son returned to me!' She slumped down on a chair next to Chandler. 'Do you know what that does to a mother?' Chandler saw that his mom was crying and he put his hand on her shoulder.
'Uh, maybe we should just have a cup of coffee and then Taylor can tell us what happened. Unless you want us to leave you alone that is.' Monica suggested. Nora and Taylor signalled that they didn't mind everyone saying and everyone agreed to the coffee.
'Well, like Chandler said, it's a long story.' Taylor warned. No-one seemed bothered by this so Taylor continued. 'You already know what Chandler told you mom, but Aunt Lucy was murdered in the basement. She rescued me…' Taylor closed his eyes and remembered that night like his brother had done moments ago.
There was a loud crash outside door that I was hiding behind. I started to shake, regretting starting the daring game which had started all of this off. I could hear Uncle Tads angry yells right outside. I closed my eyes, trying to feel safer. I hardly even heard as the door was ripped open but I screamed out when the hand clamped down on my shoulder, dragging me out of my hiding place. Although I was as terrified as I was I could help thinking about my brother as I was dragged out in to the van, was he alright?
The doors to the truck were locked and within seconds the engine had been started and we were speeding away.
I opened my eyes again and looked out of the window. Dusk was gathering and the shadows of the trees beside the road were growing. I didn't dare look at Uncle Tad for fear that he might start threatening me.
Without warning the car slammed to a stop. I was flown forward on the dashboard, my seatbelt had been left to the side of me and was not there to hold me back in my seat. I got up, my chest hurting but fear of what might be happening now took the knowledge of the pain away.
'Get out of the car Tad!' A voice yelled from outside the truck. I looked up and saw my Aunt Lucy. Relief washed over me and I was almost crying. I watched from my seat as Uncle Tad jumped out of the truck and started fighting with Aunt Lucy. They were yelling and hitting out at each other and everything seemed to be getting too out of hand. Uncle Tad was crazy and taking it all out in Aunt Lucy, taking pleasure for her pain. Aunt Lucy was distressed with the life she lived, having to take care of her brother and her sisters younger children, not having a real life of her own and she was taking all of this out on him.
I stayed a safe distance away from all of this wondering how Aunt Lucy had survived what had happened in the basement and where Chandler was.
Without warning Aunt Lucy slammed something down on Uncle Tad's head, making him slump to the ground. She stared down at him, the metal bar, from the back of the truck, that was in her hands dropped to the ground and she stared at what she had done.
Her scream rang out in to the gathering night and scared me to the bone. I shrank back down in my seat, wishing I was back at home, my real home, in the bedroom in had shared with Chandler all my life, warm and safe just playing games. That was all children were meant to do.
Aunt Lucy quickly climbed in to the truck and started it up, driving away quickly, the truck jolting up as she drove over Uncle Tads body. If he hadn't been killed before, he had been now.
We travelled miles in silence, we were both too shocked and scared to talk. We were in the next town before she stopped the car at a gas station and turned to me.
'Taylor sweetheart, we have to go away now, we have to start a new life, away from all of this. If we stay then we'll get caught, and if we get caught then I'll be sent to jail and you will be sent away. I'm so sorry.' She told me. She went on to explain why, she was in charge of Tad, if anything happened then she would be blamed. And what she had done would never be classed as self-defence.
I was crying by the time she finished. I would never see my family again, never see Chandler again. She told me it was the best for me as well, to start a new life. I had seen too much.
That night she booked us in to a motel and we stayed there the night while she sorted out what we were to do. She booked tickets to go to Canada, with the little money she had managed to save and arranged to have our names changed. She assured me that in time I would forget all about this and manage to be happy. I wasn't sure about that. But she was almost hysterical and I was scared so I tried my best to go along.
I tried to ask what had happened to Chandler but she just kept telling me that he was alright, that was all I needed to know and then I was told to sleep.
Sleep was impossible, all the hysteria and madness of the last couple of hours were still with me. I listened to her frantic movements and tried to stay still, hoping to fool her in to thinking I was asleep. I heard her call my mother.
'Nora, sweetheart-… I know what time it is but this is serious!… look Taylor and I are I trouble, Chandler's fine though, you need to come and pick him up tomorrow, we wont be there though. I'll call you later to tell you everything, I promise.' And then she hung up the phone.
As it turns out she never did contact my mom again.
None of the gang stayed for very long after the story, thinking that family could use some time alone. Monica had gone to take a bath and only Chandler, Taylor and Nora were left in the kitchen.
They talked for hours, learning a lot about what had happened to Taylor in his new life, but they noticed he left out vital things, like name and places, as if he was still hiding. Chandler feared that this may be the case as not once in the three weeks since he had been reunited with his brother had Taylor mentioned any details about his life.
Around one in the morning Taylor and Nora left, as luck would have it they were actually staying in the same hotel. Chandler promised to call round for breakfast the next day and they left.
Chandler sat in the livingroom, not wanting to sleep just yet. His mind wandered back to the day he ran in to his brother again, the shock of seeing him again. He had seen him in Central Park, by the water fountain where Chandler always liked to go. Another likeness in them both, they both had chosen the same place.
Sleep crept up unwillingly on Chandler and he gave in unaware.
'Taylor!' I called out, running down the stairs, not caring for my own safety, just for my brother. The door was swinging open and heard the truck start up, speeding away on the gravel courtyard. A noise behind me caught my attention, it was coming from the basement. I refused to go near there and ran over to the door to see if Uncle Tad had taken Taylor with him.
A hand grabbed my shoulder from behind and I screamed in fright as loud as I could. I spun around to see what it was an almost screamed again. It was Aunt Lucy.
'Chandler! where's your brother?' She gasped. Somehow I managed to tell her Uncle Tad had taken him. She placed both her hands on my shoulders and look in to my eyes.
'Chandler, this is important. I'm going to go and get your brother, I need you to ring the police but don't tell them about the bodies in the basement, you never knew about them ok?' I nodded silently, this was all too horrifying for words. 'Good, now then your mother will be round tomorrow, I'll be back by then, I love you sweetheart.' She placed a kiss in my forehead and ran out the door, cutting through the woods to where I knew she would meet the road before Uncle Tad would.
That was the last I ever saw her.