I really like that you guys are truly speaking your minds about this fic. For example:

ChaylorLover4ever- Why the hell is she being so damn mean to him?

Mocha Addict- Chapter 1- What is wrong with her? And screw her dad.

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"Mom?" I looked up to her. "Mom... please... listen."

Her back was still turned to me as she continued to mutter to herself and scrub the stovetop. "Mom..." I stood up. "I'm... I'm really sorry you had to hear it this way..."

She continued to ignore me. "I've also got to pick up the dry cleaning..." I head her say. "Get someone in here to fix the upstairs humidifier..."

"Mom!" I shouted. She stopped. And she turned to me.

"Taylor, I was in that hospital for weeks. And you decide to tell me now that he came back? That he was in my hospital room?" she became a little louder. "I don't have time to deal with this, Taylor." she began shaking.

"I'm really sorry." I sank back into my chair, wishing I was only two inches tall. "This is all my fault. But what can I do now?"

"He found us." she sighed, dropping her rag and shuffling out of the kitchen, down the hallway to her room. "I can't believe he found us."

"She's really mad at me." plopped onto the concrete in defeat. "I mean, if he's back in town, then he's bound to come here."

"It's gonna be okay, Taylor." Gabriella assured me on the other end of the phone. I was beginning to lose trust in 'It's going to be okay', because it always turned out worse.

"Hey, Taylor!" I heard a shout from across the street. The night was growing quickly, so it was becoming difficult to see who was out there. But she continued anyway with, "Latrelle's in juvy thanks to your mom." she spat. "I swear you're gonna pay for this!" But I had already swooped back into the house as the champagne bottles smashed against the pavement of our front steps.

"What's happening out there?" Mom came from her room.

"They're throwing glass!" my eyes widened as I slid down the door. "They're throwing champagne glasses at us, Mom." I shook my head.

"I'm calling the police." she sighed, brushing hair back from her forehead. "This'll be the third time this week..."

"Mom, no!" I wailed, racing her to the cordless phone, "They're already angry." Suddenly, two slams came at our front door. I pressed my body against the worn wood as someone on the other side attempted to break down the door.

Mom went for the phone anyways, pressing the last digit to the police department just as I felt something break through the wood and press into my back. "Mom! Stop!" I screamed as the door opened a few centimeters. I pressed my weight against it, slamming it shut again.

She was shaking as she hung up the phone. "They're on their way." she joined me.

"Open up, bitches!" I heard a shout on the other side of the door. "We've already broken the door."

Whatever was pressing against my back was beginning to send hot searing pains through my spine. I winced as the door pressed open again. "What are they using?" I asked myself quietly.

Suddenly, a smash could be heard from my room.

Hmmm... would this be considered a cliffhanger? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!