Chapter 2:

Mimi gasped, Mark wrapped his arm around Taylor who was staring off into space, and Roger remained completely unemotional.

"Fine, good riddance," Taylor snapped as she stood up abruptly. Everyone watched her, shocked. Michael was the first to speak up.

"Taylor, he's your Dad!" he exclaimed.

"No, he was my Father. He gave me life, but that's it!" When Taylor tried to walk away, Michael grabbed her arm.

"He gave you the world, but you being the ungrateful brat you are, you threw it all away to live like this." Fear flashed across Taylor's face. This was just like Frank. She was awaiting the blow that would knock her to the ground.

"Let me go. Please Frank, let me go," she pleaded. Michael let go of Taylor.

"Frank? Who's Frank?" Upon realizing what she had said, Taylor bolted for her room.

Mark rushed after Taylor, but found the door locked. Mimi took Matthew, who was screaming and crying, downstairs to calm him down. This left Roger to talk to Michael, which probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.
"What were you thinking?" the rocker demanded. Michael looked shocked.

"So this is my fault?" he retorted.

"You never yell at Taylor, and you sure as hell don't grab her like that. Are you blind? Didn't you see her face? She has a meltdown when people grab her like that, especially men."

"Well how was I supposed to know that? I'm not psychic."

"No, but you have eyes. You should have seen her face, she was afraid of you. You're her brother, you're supposed to protect her, not cause her to do something like that." Roger motioned towards the bedroom door which was still locked. "You show up, and not only get Taylor upset, but also my nephew. Just get out."

"Wait, that kid's Taylor's?"

"Yeah, Mark and Taylor have an infant too. She was asleep, but I highly doubt that after your little stunt." Michael scoffed at Roger.

"Are you scolding me? I'm the older brother here!"

"When you start acting like it, let me know!" Michael rubbed the back of his neck, and looked at the worn floorboards.

"Okay, fine, I'll leave." He reached into her pocket, and produced a piece of paper. "Here's the funeral information. If you show up, great; if you don't your choice." Before Roger could protest, Michael shoved the piece of paper in his hand, and left.

After Michael left, Roger went to talk to Taylor. Mark had finally gotten her to open the door. The couple was sitting on the edge of their bed. Mark was gently rubbing Taylor's back while she calmed herself down.

"He didn't mean to, Tay," Roger said as she sat down on the other side of his twin sister. He covered her trembling hand with his larger one. She nodded. "Michael gave me the funeral info; its tomorrow morning. Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, I want to go," Taylor replied in a low voice. "This is something I need to do." She rested her head on Mark's shoulder. Soon, Taylor fell into a dreamless sleep.

The following morning, Roger knocked on the door to Taylor's room. After a few seconds, Taylor opened the door. She smiled weakly when she saw Roger.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied weakly. Roger pulled his sister close in a warm embrace. "What if Mom's mad at me like Dad was for leaving?"

"Mom won't be mad at you. That's not possible." Roger paused. "we don't have to go if you don't want to." Taylor shook her head, and pulled away from Roger.

"No, I have to do this." Roger draped his arm over Taylor's shoulders, and they joined Mark, Mimi, and the kids in the other room.