𐬽✧ A Taylor Swift Adoption Story ✧𐬽
❝I think you should come live with me...❞
A STORY IN WHICH...
a thirteen year old girl from New York is struggling to find her place in the world. That is, until the woman she has admired her whole life comes a...
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❝Feels like we had matching wounds... ❞
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TAYLOR I had just gotten off the phone after Tree called me about the first secret session that I was going to do in New York. We were just running over the basics like we did for the 1989 session. I had almost everything organised. I just had to sort out the coaches for the fans to get to my house here in New York. I planned on sorting that out today, and then I would give my team the green light on giving a phone call to the fans that I had chosen.
My boyfriend, Joe, had gone for a walk around Central Park. He kept saying to me a few days ago that the park is his favourite place in New York, so first thing this morning, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. However, I politely declined because I just wanted to sort everything out for the secret sessions.
"Taylor, I'm back!" I heard my boyfriend open the front door and walk into the living room where I was sat on my laptop. I smiled and averted my eyes over to Joe who had just hung his coat up.
"Hey, that was a quick walk." I stated as he came to sit next to me on the couch. He was quite tense so I placed my hand on his shoulder, causing him to look over at me. "You okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah, uh, something happened. There was a kid all by herself in Central Park and she was... she was having a panic attack. She was hurt, Taylor. She had a cut across her face and her hand. I helped her get through the panic attack but when I asked if she wanted to tell me how she got the cut she just said that she fell. Obviously I didn't buy it one bit, but what can you do about it? Like, I didn't want to assume, but it's pretty obvious that someone gave that cut to her. I don't think that she could've gotten a cut like that on her face just from falling over. It literally looked like something was scraped across her face, Taylor. I mean... it was scary." He explained to me as I listened with concern filling my face.
"Did you get her name? What happened after the panic attack? Did she just walk away?" I questioned. If there was one thing that I hated, it was seeing kids hurt or having to struggle with stuff like that alone.
"She said her name was Kiara. And yeah, she told me that she was fine and that it didn't hurt that much. She was really sweet and thanked me for helping her but it just felt like she was trying to brush it off. It was like she didn't want people worrying about her. Do you think I could've done more to help her?" He told me, uncertainty filling his voice as he asked me that last question. My eyes widened a little when he said that name, but I didn't think much of it. I mean, what are the chances of that girl being my Kiara? The same girl that has helped me understand that I was still loved by so many of my fans.
