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Okay all, this is the next to last chapter in the Tomorrow series. I promised that this one would be longer and it is. I think this chapter will explain some more for everyone. I'm really excited about this one.
Here ya go!!!
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”It took us two weeks to find Taylor after he stormed out. We got our parents involved when he didn't come home the next day. They decided that once we found him, he was going into rehab. The day we found him...” I paused and swallowed back the tears that were threatening to surface, “The day we found him, I suppose you could say we were lucky. He was so out of it that he didn't even put up a fight. He just climbed into my parents van and they took him away.” I looked out the window and wiped a tear away from my face.
”That was the worst day of my life. He didn't look at me or say anything to me. Our parents wouldn't tell me where they were taking him. They didn't want me to visit, call, or even write to him. I found out later the reason he didn't fight us the day we found him. The doctor did a tox-screen on him and found way more in his system than just cocaine. I was devastated.” my psychologist nodded and then wrote something down in a little notebook.
”And how have you been feeling since?” he asked me without even looking up.
”Terrible or I wouldn't be here now would I?” I snapped at him.
”Okay then, fair enough.” he cleared his throat, “I'm going to prescribe you an anti-depressant. And I think it would benefit you if you started to do things outside of your house. Go out with friends, or do something fun with your older brother, and maybe, you should start dating again.”
”What?!”
”Yes, I think you should move on with your life. It's not healthy to stay inside all alone and dwell on what happened.” he said and handed me the prescription. I took it and sighed.
”Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just forget all about Taylor.” I half whispered and walked to the door.
”I think it may be for the best.” he smiled at me. Oh how I wanted to smack the silly little smile right off his face. “Make sure you set up another appointment for next week with Shelley before you leave, okay?” I nodded and left his office.
When I got home my parents were there. They were packing up all of Taylors things and doing it very quickly. It was kinda like they wanted to be done before I got home. They had boxes full of his stuff. They had even packed his toothbrush. I looked at them and cleared my throat.
”What's going on?” I asked. My mom turned around, rather startled, then, when she saw me standing in the doorway, calmed herself.
”Oh, well.... we thought it might help you if we took all of Tay's clothes home. That way you won't have to think about him all the time.” she offered. I knew she was lying. She hated the fact that Taylor and I were together. She never said it out loud but, I knew how she felt. This was just another way for her to prove that what we were doing was wrong.
”Sure, whatever. Do what you want. I don't care anymore.”
”Zac, don't talk to your mother like that. We're just trying to help.” my dad growled.
”Sure ya are.” I spat and locked myself in the bathroom until I knew they were gone. I didn't want to take my anger out on my parents but, it was their fault that I didn't know where Taylor was. They were the ones that came into my house and took his stuff.
When I came out of the bathroom my house was dark. I sighed in relief and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. After looking through my cupboards and fridge three times I was disgusted with the results. So, I ordered a pizza and sat on the couch to wait for it. While waiting I must have fallen asleep because someone pounding on the door startled me.
”Who is it?” I yelled.
”Pizza!!” was the response I received. I shook my head at my own stupidity and got off the couch. I paid for my pizza and gave a way too generous tip. I tossed the pizza onto my coffee table and sat back down. I turned on the tv and after finding something decent to watch, started in on my pizza. After a few pieces I relaxed and fell asleep again. I woke up at three am to my phone ringing. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It wasn't a number I recognized and normally I don't answer if I don't know the number, but something told me to answer this phone call.
”Hello?”
”Z-Zac?” I knew that voice. I'd know it anywhere. I wanted to cry but instead, all my hurt feelings came back and I threw up my defenses.
”Yeah, what do you want.” I asked.
”Why haven't you tried to talk to me?”
”Because I wasn't told where you were going. Mom refused to tell me. They were just here today and they picked up all your stuff saying it would be better for me.”
”Oh.” was his almost inaudible reply.
”Why is this the first time you've called me since you were gone? Why haven't I heard from you?”
”Those people wouldn't let me call anyone. I couldn't even call mom and dad. Zac, they tried to convince me that what we were doing was wrong.”
”Really? How? What did they do, tell you 'No supper until you say that loving your brother is wrong' ?”
”No. I don't want to talk about how they tried. Not yet. Where are you? Are you at home?”
”Yeah why? I haven't exactly left here since you took off.” I knew that was harsh but he deserved it for what he put me through.
”I wanted.... oh forget it!”
”Wait Taylor. Please. Why did you call? What's wrong?”
”I'm at mom and dads. I'm only talking to you because I told them I needed to talk to my shrink. Can you.... can you come and get me? Please? I need to see you. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry I lied to you.”
”And how exactly do you expect that to work? How are you gonna get out? Aren't they watching every move you make?”
”I'll climb out the bathroom window. I need to see you, Zac. Please?” he begged. I didn't know what to do. I was still hurting. I didn't know if I could trust him.
”All right. I'll be there in a few. Just be ready.” I sighed. God, do I have a soft spot for that boy.
”Okay. I'll be watching for you. I promise.” I knew he was smiling just by the way he said those words. He hung up the phone. I ran my fingers through my hair and grabbed my keys. I couldn't help but think, 'what have you gotten yourself into this time Zac?'
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Here ya go!!!
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”It took us two weeks to find Taylor after he stormed out. We got our parents involved when he didn't come home the next day. They decided that once we found him, he was going into rehab. The day we found him...” I paused and swallowed back the tears that were threatening to surface, “The day we found him, I suppose you could say we were lucky. He was so out of it that he didn't even put up a fight. He just climbed into my parents van and they took him away.” I looked out the window and wiped a tear away from my face.
”That was the worst day of my life. He didn't look at me or say anything to me. Our parents wouldn't tell me where they were taking him. They didn't want me to visit, call, or even write to him. I found out later the reason he didn't fight us the day we found him. The doctor did a tox-screen on him and found way more in his system than just cocaine. I was devastated.” my psychologist nodded and then wrote something down in a little notebook.
”And how have you been feeling since?” he asked me without even looking up.
”Terrible or I wouldn't be here now would I?” I snapped at him.
”Okay then, fair enough.” he cleared his throat, “I'm going to prescribe you an anti-depressant. And I think it would benefit you if you started to do things outside of your house. Go out with friends, or do something fun with your older brother, and maybe, you should start dating again.”
”What?!”
”Yes, I think you should move on with your life. It's not healthy to stay inside all alone and dwell on what happened.” he said and handed me the prescription. I took it and sighed.
”Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just forget all about Taylor.” I half whispered and walked to the door.
”I think it may be for the best.” he smiled at me. Oh how I wanted to smack the silly little smile right off his face. “Make sure you set up another appointment for next week with Shelley before you leave, okay?” I nodded and left his office.
When I got home my parents were there. They were packing up all of Taylors things and doing it very quickly. It was kinda like they wanted to be done before I got home. They had boxes full of his stuff. They had even packed his toothbrush. I looked at them and cleared my throat.
”What's going on?” I asked. My mom turned around, rather startled, then, when she saw me standing in the doorway, calmed herself.
”Oh, well.... we thought it might help you if we took all of Tay's clothes home. That way you won't have to think about him all the time.” she offered. I knew she was lying. She hated the fact that Taylor and I were together. She never said it out loud but, I knew how she felt. This was just another way for her to prove that what we were doing was wrong.
”Sure, whatever. Do what you want. I don't care anymore.”
”Zac, don't talk to your mother like that. We're just trying to help.” my dad growled.
”Sure ya are.” I spat and locked myself in the bathroom until I knew they were gone. I didn't want to take my anger out on my parents but, it was their fault that I didn't know where Taylor was. They were the ones that came into my house and took his stuff.
When I came out of the bathroom my house was dark. I sighed in relief and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. After looking through my cupboards and fridge three times I was disgusted with the results. So, I ordered a pizza and sat on the couch to wait for it. While waiting I must have fallen asleep because someone pounding on the door startled me.
”Who is it?” I yelled.
”Pizza!!” was the response I received. I shook my head at my own stupidity and got off the couch. I paid for my pizza and gave a way too generous tip. I tossed the pizza onto my coffee table and sat back down. I turned on the tv and after finding something decent to watch, started in on my pizza. After a few pieces I relaxed and fell asleep again. I woke up at three am to my phone ringing. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It wasn't a number I recognized and normally I don't answer if I don't know the number, but something told me to answer this phone call.
”Hello?”
”Z-Zac?” I knew that voice. I'd know it anywhere. I wanted to cry but instead, all my hurt feelings came back and I threw up my defenses.
”Yeah, what do you want.” I asked.
”Why haven't you tried to talk to me?”
”Because I wasn't told where you were going. Mom refused to tell me. They were just here today and they picked up all your stuff saying it would be better for me.”
”Oh.” was his almost inaudible reply.
”Why is this the first time you've called me since you were gone? Why haven't I heard from you?”
”Those people wouldn't let me call anyone. I couldn't even call mom and dad. Zac, they tried to convince me that what we were doing was wrong.”
”Really? How? What did they do, tell you 'No supper until you say that loving your brother is wrong' ?”
”No. I don't want to talk about how they tried. Not yet. Where are you? Are you at home?”
”Yeah why? I haven't exactly left here since you took off.” I knew that was harsh but he deserved it for what he put me through.
”I wanted.... oh forget it!”
”Wait Taylor. Please. Why did you call? What's wrong?”
”I'm at mom and dads. I'm only talking to you because I told them I needed to talk to my shrink. Can you.... can you come and get me? Please? I need to see you. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry I lied to you.”
”And how exactly do you expect that to work? How are you gonna get out? Aren't they watching every move you make?”
”I'll climb out the bathroom window. I need to see you, Zac. Please?” he begged. I didn't know what to do. I was still hurting. I didn't know if I could trust him.
”All right. I'll be there in a few. Just be ready.” I sighed. God, do I have a soft spot for that boy.
”Okay. I'll be watching for you. I promise.” I knew he was smiling just by the way he said those words. He hung up the phone. I ran my fingers through my hair and grabbed my keys. I couldn't help but think, 'what have you gotten yourself into this time Zac?'
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