The door to the room opened. Taylor didn't even turn around to see who entered. He heard the footsteps of whoever it was walk toward him and stop. He felt their eyes staring at him. After about a minute of this Taylor couldn't take it anymore and he looked up. It was the boy who was sitting outside of the door before. He was much bigger than Taylor and he gave him the most hateful look. As Taylor looked at him more closely he could see that he wasn't much of a boy, he was a man, but he looked young.
"I remember you" he said. Taylor looked away.
"I don't remember you" Taylor said, still not looking at him.
"I wouldn't imagine you would. I'm Holden, Ron's son" he said. Taylor looked up at him. For some reason he couldn't imagine Ron having children. He didn't say anything.
"Get up" Holden said walking over to Taylor. He kicked the chair he was sitting in and he stood up. Holden pulled out a small gun, "I'm taking you to your room now" he said grabbing Taylor's arm. They walked out of the room and back into the room Taylor had entered the house in. He looked over at the doorway and saw that Mark's body was gone. He shivered thinking about it. They stopped in front of one of the many doors in the room. Holden took out a key and unlocked the door and they proceeded to walk through. They entered a big hallway. There were many rooms. Taylor tried to look into the rooms, but they were either all dark or the doors were shut. They arrived at one of the doors in the hallway and stopped. Holden took out a key and unlocked it. They entered the room.
"This is your room, you'll be staying here" Holden said, releasing Taylor's arm. Taylor looked around. The room was small. There was a bed in the corner, a bathroom on the other end of the room, a few shelves and a TV. Taylor jumped as he heard the door slam shut. He turned around and looked at Holden. Holden walked towards Taylor with hatred in his eyes. Taylor backed up until he hit the wall and stood there as Holden walked up to him. Holden grabbed Taylor's neck, wrapping his hands around it. Taylor gasped and grabbed onto his wrists trying to push him away.
"You listen to me. I don't like you. I didn't like you when you were four, I don't like you now. I don't like that my dad has been obsessed with finding you all these years and he has ignored me, but now you're here and I will not make your stay a pleasant one. You can just forget about ever seeing your family again because you're not getting out of here, I know my dad's plans. You're here to stay. I've been watching you too and you disgust me" Holden said still holding the grip on Taylor's neck. Taylor tried to yell, but nothing came out. He thought for sure Holden was going to choke him to death. Holden finally let go. Taylor bent over coughing. Holden grabbed Taylor again and punched him in the stomach, sending Taylor to the floor where he crunched up in a ball, still coughing. He backed away and looked down at him.
"You're pathetic" he said and with that he opened the door and walked out. Taylor laid on the floor. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his neck with his hands. He then pulled himself up with his arms, not able to stand and crawled slowly to the bathroom. He leaned over the toilet and threw up. With his head hanging, he reached up and flushed. He then leaned against the bathtub, put his head in his hands and cried like he had never cried before.
