The next morning when Tay got up, he saw me in bed and smiled. He slowly slipped out of bed, as to not wake me up, and ran downstairs.
"Hey mom!" he said, seeing his mom standing over the sink doing dishes. Seeing his little sister tugging at her feet, he went over and picked her up, and sat down with her at the table and made little faces at her to make her smile. I came downstairs in time to see this happen. It was so cute, seeing the innocent, loving, family side of Tay.
"Thanks Tay." Diane said, turning around to smile at his 17 year old son making faces at his 1 year old sister. She loved the way her boys stood for their family.
I came walking downstairs just as the phone rang. I decided to be nice and answer it.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hello, may I speak with Mrs. Diana L. Hanson?" a very official voice asked. A little scared I handed the phone over to Diane. I knew all too well the police in the city area.
"Hello?" I heard Diane say. I hadn't moved, so Tay came over with his sister, and put his arm around me, and put his sister down, who immediatly went for my foot. She started grabbing it, and I bent down to pick her up. Tay smiled at me.
After Diane hung up the phone she looked right at me and Taylor and started crying. I ran over to her, put Zoe down, and hugged her.
"What's wrong?" I asked, lifting her head up.
"Ashley, they're.. they're coming to ...." Diane stuttered. I feared the worst, and I knew what was happening.
"No, they can't!" I said, and I started crying too. I ran up to my room and locked the door. I heard a knock.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.
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