Taylor and I sat on the couch as I heard the front door open. Taylor was sitting up right while I leaned my body against his. His arm was drapped around my shoulder holding me to him. Tara walked up the stairs and saw us. We were to distracted in the movie to notice her standing behind us. She just stood there observing us until she finally said something. "Ahem." She coughed out. We both spun around to see her standing there smiling. She was dressed in some green leather pants and a black long sleeve tight shirt. Taylor stood up and walked around the couch to hug her. "Hey, how are ya doin'?" He asked her. "I'm great. Almost ready for the move." She said happily. Uncle David and Aunt Kirsten decided to lend Tara the money to go to college at Tulsa University. She started classes at the beginning of April. I stood up and walked over to the two of them. Taylor placed his arm around my waist. "So anyways, looks like you're staying with me, huh, Tay?" She looked at him. He smiled since Tara had heard the whole fight thing over Christmas. Taylor smiled evily for a moment. "Tara, do I have to stay with you?" He questioned. "Well, what about your dad?" She asked understanding why he didn't want to leave. "He won't need to know. Besides I'm not baby anymore." Tara shrugged. "If he calls I'll tell him your in deep sleep."She said while walking out of the room. We both followed her to the front door. She was a very calm person you could say. Never really worried about much. She stood in the doorway before leaving us alone. "Just don't get me in trouble, kids." We both smiled at what we knew she was saying. "Don't do what you did at Christmas." was really what she was saying. She walked out of the house as Taylor shut the door. I leaned onto Taylor and held his hand. I placed my head on his shoulder as we saw Tara walk down the street. Taylor lightly kissed the top of my head. We walked back up the stairs and into the kitchen. Taylor stood there for a moment before he spoke. "Hey, I wanna see your room." He said standing in front of me now. "Follow me." I said showing him up the stairs. We walked down the small hall way and into the last room on the left. I opened the door for him as he stepped in. My room was green and blue sponged. As you walk in the window is straight in front of you with blue shades and green curtains. To the left of the window was a dresser of a cream color. To the right was my double bed with the sky blue comforter. Beside my bed sat my light green drumset and my sponge blue guitar. Beside my dresser was my walk in closet door and next to that was the door into my bathroom. Along the same wall as my door was my desk with my laptops on it and my CD player. Taylor walked into my room and looked around it. My walls had WNBA posters everywhere of my favorite players. "I love your room." He finally said to me. I smiled glad he liked it. I walked in and sat down on the edge of my bed. Taylor sat beside me. "So, now what?" He asked me. I looked over at the clock on my wall. 11:56 pm. "Well, it's kinda late." I said to him. I really wasn't tired but I think Taylor was getting tired. "I'll go grab my bags and bring them up." Taylor scooted off the bed and ran outta the room. I stood up and stretched my hurt back. I winced as I stretched it and the pain increased. I had refused to set foot in the hospital after the inncodent with my father. I went to my dresser and pulled out my silk butterfly boxers and a long sleeve hunter green top to match it which I flung on my bed. I heard Taylor's feet hit the steps and then he walked into my room. He dropped all of his bags beside the desk. He opened his red bookbag and pulled out some clothes to sleep in. "Why don't you go change in the bathroom?" I asked him. He understood and walked in. He closed the door silently behind himself. I slipped off my jeans and put on the boxers I had pulled out. I slipped my shirt over my head as I noticed the large bruise covering my entire back. I looked at in the mirror in disgust. It was almost made up of my entire back. It was a blackish - purplish color and made excrusiating pain. I slipped the green shirt over my head just as the bathroom door opened and Taylor stepped out. As I turned around with my shirt now covering me Taylor stared at me. The look on his face looked like shock and anger mixed. "Ali, what happened to your back?" He asked walking over to me. He knew very well the answer but asked anyways. I looked to the ground and tried not to look him in the eyes. His hand moved my face to look him in the eyes. "How can you let your father hurt you like this?" He asked. I could see the tears forming in his eyes. Seeing me hurt was hurting him as well. For the first time since my mother died someone actually cared for me and now what did I do? I'm making them hurt. Taylor encircled his arms tightly around my waist as I did him. I laid my head across his chest as he sighed heavily. "When's your father coming home?" He asked me again. "Why?" I asked looking him in the eyes. "Ali, Your father is a child abuser. He needs help." I continued to stare at his eyes. He was right. My father was a child abuser and he did need help. The only thing that bothered me was that he was a man of his word. And that truthfully scared me. He said I would pay for my mothers death and I had a guess I would soon. Taylor slid his hand underneath my shirt rubbed my back. He put very little pressure on it. I had alot of mixed feelings then. Half of me wanted Taylor to be gone when my dad got back and then the other half wanted him here to talk to my dad. Taylor's hand slid back out from under my shirt. "Let's go to bed." I nodded in agreement. I walked over to my bed and climbed under the warm covers. Taylor climbed in under the covers after me. He ran his hand across my cheek as we faced each other. "I love you Ali. More than anything in the world." I smiled. "I love you too." Back Home Chapter 23
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