Don't Forget To Remeber Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 57 (v.1) - Not What I Expected

Submitted: March 13, 2011

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Submitted: March 13, 2011



“Wait what?” Taylor said looking at me holding his shoe in his hand loosely.

“You said she was hurting him. I’m not letting that happen.” I pulled my keys out of my pocket. I watched the tears forming in his eyes.

“Taylor what’s wrong?” I sat back down next to him.

“Thank you.” He said hugging me. He pulled back to kiss me. I ran my fingers over his cheek as I pulled back. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” I asked him cocking my head to the side. I wiped the tear that rolled down his face. “Don’t cry.” I whispered looking at him.

“You’re doing so much for me Beautiful. I don’t know how I will ever repay you.” I laughed.

“How about be put this on our ‘Another Time’ list and go get you your little boy.” He nodded as I took the shoe from him, slipping it onto his foot. “Now do you have any proof that she ever said she was going to hurt him.” He looked down at me.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Of course I believe you Taylor but the M.P.’s are going to need proof of it for the long run.” I said looking at him as he thought. “Anything, a letter, a note, anything.” I ran my hands down his cheeks till they hit his chest. He looked at me, as if we was raking every thought be had.

“A letter. She sent me a letter telling me that I better not show up or she would. She said that she would hit him.”

“Where is it?” He looked over at his kit.

“Grab my bag and I’ll get it.” I walked over and grabbed the bag and handed it to him. He unzipped the bag pulling out a big zip bag full of letters. He pulled out a folded letter and handed it to me. I opened the letter and sure enough it was a letter that had Fin’s name in it…along with hit and if you come back.

“Perfect come on. The longer we are the bigger chance of him getting hurt.” I stood up, grabbing his hand pulling him with me.

“Alright let’s go.” I handed him his crutches as I folded the letter slipping it into my pocket. Once he got to the car I tossed my cell phone at him. “Call the M.P.’s.” He nodded dialing the phone. I pulled onto the highway like Taylor told me while he spoke to the M.P.s. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “What did they say?” I asked him quietly. He turned his head to look at me.

“They will meet us there. They called in the civilian cops to since Caroline is a civilian.” He looked out the window. I took his hand in mine.

“Taylor we will get him. I promise.” He looked over at me again.

“Oh I hope so. I just hope she hasn’t already done something to him. That my little boy.”

“I know Taylor, I know.” I turned the radio on taking a deep breath as Nickelback flowed through the speakers…….

I pulled up to the house Taylor pointed at and pulled over. “This is where she lives?” He nodded.

“She said she didn’t want to move, but I offered her the apartment before I left. She said she didn’t want it.” I pulled a face unbuckling my seatbelt.

“You want me to stay here?” He shook his head. “You want me to come with you?” He nodded his head unbuckling.

“Just stand behind me. If she goes crazy I can fend her off with the crutches.” He smiled weakly.

“Come on the faster we do this the faster we can get out of here.” He nodded as we got out of the car walking up to the small house that Caroline lives in. It’s not the house I don’t like. Don’t get me wrong it was a nice little house. It is a nice house with an off white color on the walls with a black roof and blue shudders. It’s the lawn on the house. It was full of old beer bottles and can, soda cans, and I think a couple of used condoms that let’s just say to stay the hell away from those. I looked at Taylor unsure what to do but he just kept walking up to the front door. I fallowed behind him not being too close but staying as close as I could. He knocked on the door leaning on his crutches. The door opened to show a girl looking pissed and unhappy.

“What?” She snapped itching her head moving her dark brown hair as she went.

“Uh, is Caroline here?” The girl looked at him narrowing her eyes before sighing.

“Caroline some guy is at the door for you.” She yelled into the house. I hid behind Taylor as I heard footsteps. I’m really not sure why but I just did. This place was scaring me. I was barley ever off base and not used to being around here. What was I supposed to do?

 “Taylor is that you?” A girlie voice said. “Oh it is you! I knew you would come back for me.” She said jumping onto Taylor clutching him tightly knocking his crutches down.

“I didn’t come back for you Caroline. I came back for Finley, my son.” She stepped back and looked at him. Her eyes were red. She didn’t look right. Grandma explained to me what someone looks like when there high, and I could tell you right now Caroline is high out of her mind. She was pretty though. She had little brown hair that hung just past her shoulders with big brown eyes that looked browner with the whites of her eyes blood shot and red. All she wore was a tight t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. Taylor’s body was as stiff as a board as he stared at her.

“But I thought you came back to be with me. I know you couldn’t wait to come back.” She bit her lip looking at him up and down.

“Caroline where is my son.” He demanded, ignoring her flirting. She looked at him crossing her arms.

“You don’t need to know that. He is mine. I told you when you left you weren’t going to ever see him again. So you don’t need to know where he is.” She said lifting her nose up into the air. Taylor took a step forward before he sniffed the air.

“Caroline are you…are you drunk?” She giggled at him.

“No….okay maybe a little.” She backed up going into the house. Taylor crutched into the house looking back to look at me.

“It’s alright I’ll protect you.” He whispered as I walked over to him. “It will be alright. The cops should be here soon.” Caroline looked back at Taylor and I as she took a swing of vodka.

“Who the hell is that Tay-Tay?” She asked innocently but the slur in her words made it sound wrong.

“That is my girlfriend. Now stop changing the subject were is Finley.” She started to glare at me before Taylor stepped into her line of sigh, blocking her glare on me.  “Where is he?” He snapped at her. Her eyes shot to a room that the door was open just a crack but we could hear the sound a baby crying. Taylor’s eyes shot back to her as the crying got louder and louder.

“Shut up you mistake.” She screamed drunkly throwing the empty bottle of vodka at the door causing a loud sudden crash as it shattered into a million pieces. I jumped clinging to Taylor’s t-shirt in fear as the crying from the room stopped. My fear changed at that moment. I was not scared for myself now, I was scared for Fin. The house smelled of booze. Every corner of it smelled like booze. That poor baby.

“Do not scare him like that.” He snapped at her. She turned and glared at him.

“Don’t tell me what to do with my son!” She yelled at him. I heard the police cars pull up to the house and turned around to see a humvee pulling up behind them. Perfect.  I tugged on Taylor’s t-shirt causing him to turn to look at me.

“They’re here Taylor.”  I whispered to him as he turned to look at Caroline again.

“Just give me my son Caroline and no one will get hurt.” She laughed.

“Get out Taylor. You’re not welcome here.”  The girl who opened the door was sitting on the couch just watching some TV like nothing was happening.  Taylor’s hand hit mine making me look down at it. He jerked his hand to the door were the crying came from. I took silent steps towards the room while Taylor argued with Caroline. I stepped over the broken glass making myself as quiet as possible. The room was dark, even though it’s about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. What I expected was, well a baby’s room but I was in for the shock of my life………..

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