Taylor felt like throwing up, which woke her from her much needed nap. Rolling herself onto her stomach, she dry heaved for at least half a minute until her body calmed down. It felt like an eternity, Taylor felt like she couldn't breathe. Thankfully, nothing came out, but she still wiped her mouth just in case. She forced herself into a sitting position with a soft groan. Scratching the back of her head with a yawn, Taylor paused mid scratch.

Why were her journals all over her bed? And why was her room such a mess? Her normally organized bookshelf was half empty, with its contents spread all over her room. Even her old computer was on, stuck on some search engine for some topics on Brockton Bay. An old map of town covered her keyboard.

"What the-," Taylor looked down at her lap, just to find a half dozen of her journals, the ones that detailed what Emma and her friends were doing to her at school. Did Dad go through her belongings? No, that didn't seem right, he wouldn't have made such a big mess. Something else must've happened. This was weird. Taylor didn't have any friends, which left Dad as her only suspect.

T-That meant that he knew the true extent of everything that had happened to her because of Emma. She took a deep breath, first things first, Taylor needed to clean up her room, and putting all of her books back on their shelves was going to take a while. Then she could investigate what happened while she was asleep after she got something to eat. Dad did say he would wake her up when the Chinese food arrived.

Her bed was covered in journals and other books, so that would have to be fixed first. Whoever had messed with their journals had also messed with her collection of fairy tales and history books. Taylor frowned as she grabbed the first one that looked like it had been thrown on her bed.

"Little Red Riding Hood." Taylor murmured, eyeing the old codger of the eponymous girl. It was the version by the Brothers Grimm, Mom liked to collect and compare ones done by other writers. They made for good bedtime stories, back when Mom would read a different fairy tale before Taylor went to sleep. She ran her thumb over the cover of the old book, with Little Red Riding Hood's silver eyes smiling as she walked into the dangerous forest without a care in the world. Her red hood hid the color of her hair, only revealing her pale pretty face.

Why did she look so familiar?

Taylor lost track of time, it felt like it had taken hours by the time she had placed the last book in its spot on her bookshelf. All she had to do now was turn off her computer and find something to eat. She was starving. Her eyes drifted towards the corner of the screen, where the off button was next to the date and time. Moving the cursor with her mouse, Taylor paused, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.

Why was it the next day? She hadn't been asleep that long had she? Taylor leaned back in her chair, covering her face with her hands. This was weird. She needed to find out what had happened while she was asleep. If the time on the clock was accurate, Dad must've been at work by now. Taylor had a few hours to investigate as much as possible before confronting him when he returned home. She bit the inside of her cheek, her brain swarmed with dozens of thoughts. Her stomach started to feel like an empty pit, as if all of the books that were thrown around her room were piled in a small corner, doing its best to drag her down. Yet, despite all of that, there was only one thinh she could do.

Taylor needed to investigate more.

The rest of the house was silent, and the kitchen was surprisingly spotless. Usually there was a dirty plate sitting in the sink, or an empty bottle of soda sitting on the table. Dad must've been the one who cleaned up, since Taylor had been asleep since she got home, and she was starving.

"Fridge." Taylor mumbled under her breath. Unless Dad ate her food, she was pretty sure he put it in the fridge instead of the microwave, preserving the food and not allowing it to spoil overnight.

Licking her drip lips, Taylor swung the refrigerator door wide open. Her new blue eyes, which didn't need to use glasses anymore, scanned each part of the fridge. They landed on a black plastic container that was wrapped in a clear bag. Bingo. Her mouth was already starting to water just at the thought of her unconventional breakfast.

Quickly unwrapping the bag and popping the containers top off, Taylor's stomach growled at the smell of the cold Chinese sauce. She formed a small frown. Someone had eaten all of the chicken and most of the vegetables, leaving just a few pieces of bell pepper and onion drowned in the reddish sauce.

There was no way Dad had eaten all of that food! Plus, he hated this particular dish, and always refused to eat it if he had a choice. Her blue eyes turned into daggers. This only confirmed her suspicions. There was something weird going on here, and Taylor wasn't going to stop until she found out what it was.

Her stomach growled again, causing her to wince. She was starving, it felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks.

"I'll start after breakfast." Taylor groaned. At least their pantry was full of pancake mix, even if she wasn't in the mood to do any cooking. Hmm, maybe she could throw the leftovers in a pan with some eggs to change things up.

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

A/N

Sorry this is late, this chapter gave me writer's block, and it was hard to finish it, so I'm sorry if the quality dipped. I'm more used to writing Weiss than Taylor.

Blue's final edit will come soon, so don't be surprised if you see any changes.