Mr & Mrs Taylor

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A/N: I
wrote this on my phone so sorry if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter!

Frannie was folding clothes
quickly and putting them into her suitcase. Her and her husband, Stewart, were
staying in a Ski Lodge. Right now they were packing to come home.

Frannie
wore her brown hair up in a tight bun and always seemed to wear expensive,
designer, clothes and she'd never ever wear jeans. She craved perfection and
she'd do anything to be perfect.

"Patricia better not have the house
ruined with all her baking stuff." Frannie muttered to Stewart.

Stewart
rolled his eyes which made Frannie glare at him.

God, he doesn't know
what the hell happened. She wasn't the girl he fell in love with. The girl he
fell in love was nice, caring, carefree actually just the complete opposite of
what she was now. It all went down a few years ago. He didn't notice when she
changed her personality at first because he was at the office seeing that they
were really busy. Then she forces the kids to be perfect too and uses extreme
methods. And then other times she could be fine and sweet and then somehow she'd
change just like that.

"Patricia is neat. You know she hates when the
place is a mess." Stewart told Frannie.

"Hmm I suppose." Frannie said
sounding really unsure.

"Let's go check out then." Stewart
said.

Stewart opened the door of their huge house to see Molly,
one of their maids, vacuuming the carpet. Molly had graying red hair and bright
blue eyes.

She stopped vacuuming when she saw Mr & Mrs Taylor
standing in the door. She went over to greet them.

"Mr and Mrs Taylor,
you're home!" Molly announced smiling at Mr Taylor but fake smiling at Mrs
Taylor.

"Hello Molly!" Stewart smiled.

"Molly, be a doll and bring
our suitcases up to our room. Then you shall bring me my afternoon tea.
Understood?" Frannie asked and Molly did as she was told.

Frannie walked
into the big living room that was also used as a dining room like she owned the
place and everyone and everything in it. Which is true but you know what I mean.
Stewart was right behind her.

She looked at her son who was
studying.

"Mom, Dad! You're home." Derek smiled although he was really
screaming inside seeing that Patricia wasn't home.

"Hello honey." His
mother replied her mouth was formed in a thin, firm line.

He got up to
give her a hug but all he got was an awkward hand shake. At one time he was the
certain of her universe but that time was long in the past.

"Come here
son!" Stewart smiled with his arms open and he gave his son a warm fatherly
hug.

"Patricia." Frannie said and looked at Derek. "Doesn't she know how
rude it is to not greet someone when they first arrive."

"Em in all
fairness you're our parents not our guests." Derek muttered under his breath
running a hand through his hair.

"Where is Patricia?" His father asked
eager to see his daughter.

"Em Y'know...ugh...um...she's over
at...um...Judy and Jack Geller's house." Derek lied.

"Huh, really?"
Frannie asked sitting down on the couch with her legs crossed and she was
sitting in a perfect manner.

"Um...yup!" Derek replied standing a little
unsure.

"I'm going to pick her up. How long has she been over there for?"
Frannie asked.

"Awhile..." Derek said.

"Well I'll go now then."
Frannie announced standing up.

"Ah no!" Derek screamed earning him a
weird stare from his parents. "See the thing is….Patricia is sick and up in her
room and she didn't want you guys to know."

"Why not?" Frannie
asked.

"She didn't want you guys to worry." Derek replied.

"So how
contagious us it?" Stewart asked.

"Have either of you had the chicken
pox?" Derek replied.

"No." They both replied.

"Ooh its the chicken
pox." Derek said. "Better not go up there."

"Ok, then we should check up
on her." Stewart suggested and Frannie nodded in agreement.

"You cant go
up there though." Derek reminded them.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we
can't talk through the door." Stewart told him.

"Um just let run up ahead
and tell you're going to talk to her." Derek said.

"But then you'll get
the chicken pox!" Frannie told him when he was half way up the
stairs.

"You can't get it twice!" Derek hollered and ran up the
stairs.

"What has gotten into him?" Frannie asked her
husband.

Derek run up to his sister's room frantically. He opened the
door and closed it again. He looked around the room seeing what he could do for
his plan to work.

He went to the bed and messed it up by tangling the
sheets, he got her tissues and flung a few on it. He went into her bathroom and
grabbed calamine lotion and put it on her nightstand. He turned on the TV and
then he hopped into the bed pulling the covers over him.

"Hello,
sweetie." A male voice said and Derek heard the door creak.

"Ugh Dad
don't come in!" Derek said in a high pitched voice. "This place is
diseased."

"Oh ok." Stewart replied backing up. "Do you have a cold
too?"

"Yeah...it's a sore throat." Derek croaked.

"We'll let you
rest then." Frannie said sweetly.

"Oh just one thing." Derek
said.

"Yeah." Stewart replied.

"Derek has been soooooo good taking
care of me that you should raise his allowance." Derek suggested.

"We'll
think about it." Stewart said and closed the door.

Derek took off his
sheets and sighed in relief. He had forgot to put her runaway note away. It was
still on her dresser.

Flashback

"Derek! Derek!" Maria called has
she ran down the stairs of the Taylor residence holding a piece of
paper.

Maria was one of the Taylor's maids along with Molly, Ciara and
Jennifer. She was tall and about in her twenties. She had shoulder length ebony
hair and oceanic eyes.

The maids who were cleaning the living room, that
could also be used as a dining room, looked up at her in alarm. So did Derek who
was sitting at the table and Frank the butler placed soup in front of
them.

Maria looked worried sick and shaken up.

"Maria, you look
like you've just seen a ghost." Daniel the other butler told her.

The
three maids, two butlers and the boy came around Maria.

"What's going
on?" Derek asked. "Should I get Patricia?"

"Patricia ran away." Maria
whispered softly wiping the three tears that she let escape her
eyes.

"What?!" Everyone asked.

"How do you know?" Jennifer
asked.

"When I was checking up on her I found this on her dresser." Maria
said handing Derek the letter. "Read it out loud."

"Dear whoever finds
this. When you're reading this I'll probably be gone. I'm running away. I'm sick
of the my mother treats me and her punishments if they're even called that! I'm
gone to my Manhattan to visit some relations and friends. I'll be safe there,
I've packed a three week supply necessities so I'll be fine till I get there.
Thank you to Dad, Derek, Maria, Jennifer, Ciara, Molly, Daniel and Frank for
taking care of me through this. I love you guys." Derek read.

"What so we
do?" Molly asked.

"Let her got to Monica and Ross. She's safe there."
Derek replied.

"But Derek-"

"Y'know she's better off there." Derek
cut them off.

"Derek's right." Daniel admitted.

There was
a knock on the door.

"Frank could you get that!" Frannie hollered but
there was no sign of any of the help. She sighed and got up to answer the door
to Claire Brown, Jessica Brown's little sister.

"Hello Mrs Taylor."
Claire said.

"Hello, Patricia is sick if that's why you're here." Mrs
Taylor smiled.

"She's home?"

"What do you mean 'she's
home'?"

Frannie stormed up the stairs of her house in a angry
manner. Anger has now consumed her and her face was red with rage.

She
swung open her daughter's bedroom door. She saw a body like shape in the bed.
The angry mother approached the bed and ripped of the quilt revealing a bunch of
pillows.

"Derek!" Frannie screamed repeatedly as she headed towards his
room.

She went in to see Derek playing the play station. He stopped and
looked at her.

"Are you ok?" Derek asked approaching her, his brown orbs
wide with concern with a hint of fear.

"You know not to lie!" She
screamed and slapped him across the face repeatedly.

The last slap was
the worst. Her nail scrapped into his skin when she slapped him and a long thin
wound appeared.

Derek blinked back the tears and placed a hand against
his cheek being careful not to say one word.

A/N: Hey guys! It's getting
more interesting now. So Patricia didn't tell them the full story.
Please review!