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The phone call had ended and his parents called him to come down stairs. Taylor was hesitant. He didn't know what was going to happen next. He didn't know what they were going to do to him or where they might send him. Tay was so frightened. Walking down the stairs as slowly as possible, it took him forever to get down. But he did. Zac had jumped up and ran out the door the moment his parents had called his brother down. It was just his parents. They were sitting at the table. It seemed the only place anything was discussed was at the table.
"Sit down, son." Walker said
Taylor sat in the chair farthest from both his parents. His mother was looking at him in the worst way, like she hated him now, or something. His father was looking straight into his eyes which made Taylor quickly avert them.
"Taylor, you're going to tell us what happened. I am not going to take any of this. You are going to tell us everything. No hiding, no lying, everything. You can start off with why you ran away. Because we are not going to let you keep up with this hiding thing. Especially when you start doing these things to Isaac."
Taylor knew it would only make things worse if he told them. Because then they would ask his brother's why they did that to him. Then Isaac and Zac would be made to talk to him. And that would be horrible if they talked to him just because they were told to. Not because they wanted to. He didn't know what to do. He was afraid of not telling them, because it might make them even more angry.
"I'm waiting for an explanation Taylor."
He didn't care what happened anymore. As long as No one hated him. Maybe they could even help him.
**Authors Note**: You must understand that this is COMPLETE fiction. i.e It came from MY imagination, I made it ALL up. What you are about to read in the rest of this chapter is something I made up. Okay? I don't think it is really possible for this to happen. So, don't like write to me and tell me "That is SO not believable." Cause guess what? I know that! Okay I'll let you read it now! Enjoy :)
Looking back at his dad then to his mom, who was still looking at him with that horrible look. The look that seemed to kill every defense, and feeling, and innocence he had. It didn't exactly kill them all, but it took large pieces from each of them. She was slowly killing all the boy-ishness he had left. Soon the little bit of joy that he had left in him would start to fade too. All because of that hate filled look she was giving him. His own mother was killing the rest of the few pieces left in him from the happy Taylor, the Taylor that everyone remembered. If she kept it up much longer he would become nothing but a depressed hollow body with nothing inside. Nothing but hate, pain, and sadness. It wouldn't be Taylor, it would just be his body. The hate in her eyes were so strong he could almost feel it. "Please don't." He tried to block her gaze with his hands. It was still coming through. This was the worst thing they could ever do to him. He had to get away from that look, he knew what would happen to him if he didn't. It had already started detereating inside of him.
"What's the matter Tay?" It was his father asking.
Taylor was moving around frantically in the chair trying to get away from it. "Don't do this to me, please."
"We're not doing anything to you Taylor." His voice showed he was getting a little worried at his son's behavior.
He looked over at his dad, trying to break her look. Piece by piece everything would just disappear. To start off with, Taylor didn't have much defense, innocence, or joy left inside of him. The few fragments that were left was what she was destroying. It wouldn't take long for them to go. It is the worst experience to feel yourself being killed from the inside. That's what he felt now. His soul was dying. His mother was doing it to him. Killing her son. Taylor's pain and depression filled eyes looked up at his mother. His caring loving mother. She was supposed to be that. But no mother like that would do this to him. His eyes met her's, a burning feeling ran through him. How can she do this to me? Quickly he looked back down. The little bit of joy inside of him was now melting, becoming nothing. Dying inside of him. "What I did. It doesn't deserve this. No one deserves this.. Please.. stop it." Taylor was shaking behind his hands that were in front of his face, trying to block the look. His father was now very worried. What was wrong with Taylor? They weren't even touching him. "Tay, stop it! We aren't doing anything!"
How could she not know what she was doing to him? In a few minutes the joy would be gone, then she would destroy the rest of him. Everything that was Taylor would be killed. She was killing him slowly. His father didn't know what she was doing. Taylor tried desperately to shift positions in the chair to get out of the way. But it still came through. He had decided if she was going to do this to him, he would let her, if she wanted to do it, if she would ignore all his pleas. He would allow her to do this, this must be what they were going to do to him. This was going to be the end. He had planned on letting her keep it up and keep doing it to him, but he couldn't. It hurt too much, he couldn't just sit there as she destroyed all his feelings. He had tried. Taylor couldn't stand up to get out of the chair, so he fell out of it. Then crawled desperately to his father and stood up shakily behind him. Hugging on to Walker, he started crying saying "Please, don't let her do it to me, please, if you want me to die, I'll go, I'll do it myself, but don't kill me like this, I can't stand it. I can't die this way." Walker was more confused and worried than ever. What was he talking about? "What are you talking about? We aren't trying to kill you! We don't want you to die." How could he son even think such a thing? Walker turned around and looked down at Taylor who was clinging desperately on to him, shaking violently and crying. His fatherly instincts awoke and he reached down and hugged his son. "She is...dad...please... she's...mom's trying to kill me."
At that, his father turned back and looked at his wife who was watching them. Diana was hurt by what Tay thought she was trying to do. She hadn't even touched him, how could she be trying to kill him? She got up and walked over to where Walker was and looked at her son and said "Tay... I'm not trying to kill you...I'd never hurt you."
"No! Please... dad..." Taylor lifted his tear stained face to his fathers "Don't let her do it again.. please... make her go away... I don't have much of anything left... if she does any of it again all of it will be gone in a second.... I'll be gone..." Walker was getting more confused by the minute, but he could clearly see how distressed Diana made him. So he looked back over his shoulder at her and motioned for her to back off. Then he grabbed hold of Taylor and half carried him back up the stairs into their room. He sat Taylor down on the parent's bed. Tay slowly let go of his father. Grateful for what he had done. He had saved him. His crying stopped after a few minutes. But he kept shaking, not as badly anymore though. He looked over at his father, who was looking at him. "Thank you." He didn't know what else you were supposed to say to someone that saved your life.
"Tay, what was going on back there? Your mother wasn't even near you. She wasn't trying to kill you."
"Dad.....I don't know how to explain it to you....but she was..."
"She couldn't of been! She wasn't even close to you." Walker was trying to figure out what was wrong with his son. What could be the matter with him to make him act this way?
"The only way I could explain to you so that you would believe me is for me to go back down there where mom is" When Taylor said 'mom' he slouched down as if he was in pain. "you wouldn't have to wait long to see. She would destroy me. It wouldn't be me anymore. Me, this Taylor would be dead, she would've killed me. My soul would be dead. But my body would still be here. I would be trapped inside, living my life in pain and depression forever. I can only show you like that. But I'm not going to go back down there just to prove to you that I'm not crazy. I don't care if you think I'm crazy and send me to an institution. I am NOT going to go down there so she can kill me. I don't care what you think about me."
Walker was staring at his son. He couldn't figure out what he was talking about. It was obvious that he really thought his mother was killing him. But how could she have been? He sat there for a few minutes more thinking about what his son was saying. Wondering if when Taylor had run away something had happened to him, to make him this way. Wondering if he had really gone crazy. "Tay, how was... how could she kill you?"
Taylor wondered if his dad could understand without Tay actually having to show him what would happen. Without him having to go down to his mother and show his dad how he would die inside, when she looked at him like that. He decided since they were probably going to send him to a mental hospital anyway he should try as best he could to explain. "Her.... mom's eyes.... when she looked at me, I could feel myself dying inside. Her eyes showed how much she hated me for doing that to Ike. The hate, it killed everything I had left from being loved..." Those pain filled eyes of his looked down at the floor. "I don't expect you to understand..." He looked sadly up at his father. Walker then realized just how much his son had changed. His son was more than just a little depressed. Taylor felt all alone. He was filled with pain and sadness, the happiness in his life was almost none. Tay had grown so much older in only a few months. He seemed to have just skipped being a boy. "Taylor" he whispered slowly. "what ever happened to you?" He wasn't talking to Tay. He was talking to himself. Trying to take it all in, that this was the same boy. Then remembering that Taylor was in the room, he looked over at him. Sympathy for him in his eyes. His son was going through much more than anyone should ever have to. "Tay, come here." Taylor was trying to figure out why he would want him to get up and go over there. He got up and walked over to his father. Suddenly his father stood up and hugged him tightly. Taylor then knew his father understood. His father knew what was going on inside of him. Tay closed his eyes and lay his head on his father's chest. It was such a good feeling to know that someone still loved him, even after all he had done.
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