What I Want

Chapter Thirty

Karlie's P.O.V

I felt really confused. Apparently it's now 2015, I'm not dating Summer anymore and I'm engaged to world singer Taylor Swift and we have a daughter together. Talk about walking into the thick of things. I watch Taylor leave with our supposed daughter but when she was here and she was telling me things I saw the looks of sincerity in her eyes, unfortunately my anger got the better of me and I called her a liar. Despite the fact that I am a Swiftie and I know that she isn't one, it just slipped out. Everything felt so out of control that I couldn't help it. I had no clue what to do now. 'Do I fake remembering her or not try at all?' This was what confused me. I watched my mom follow her whilst slowly shaking her head, I can't remember my mom ever being angry with me but now seems like a good time her time to start. This is so strange, everyone looks older, I look different now too. But I guess everyone changes in three years. It's also strange that Zoe, my manager isn't here either. "Dad?" I question looking at him. He glances up from his hunting magazine.
"Yeah Karlie?" He questions back.
"Where's Zoe?" I watch him freeze up and look at my sister before he turns and speaks.
"Uhm Karlie, the thing is that since you started to live with Taylor and more since you guys got Allie, Zoe got jealous and she actually kidnapped you when you were in Nashville and drove you here. She abducted you and everyone went insane, no one knew where you were. Cara was freaking out from London because you never arrived. Taylor was stressing because she loves you so much..." he carries on but the one word that sticks out in the sentences he just spoke was 'Cara' she would be able to fill in the blanks. "Okay Dad, uhm can I call Cara?" He shakes his head. "Why not?"
"Because she's just landed and she's coming to see you." I nod and settle down and nearly twenty minutes later a knock is heard on the door. My mom walks back in with a slightly shorter woman behind her. "Karlie!" she squeals.
"Cara? I question in disbelief as she gently hugs me. She looks so different now.

A few hours later and Cara is still talking to me, my parents left a little bit ago so now I can ask her all my questions. "Cara?"
"Yeah what's up sugar plum?" I grin despite confusion.
"I don't remember anything past 2012." She looks shocked.
"I know." She states. "Which is why I'm confused as to why Taylor's not here, and even less that she hasn't had Allie to see you." I look at her strangely and she explains. "Since you've been gone, Allie has been restless. It's only gotten better since Taylor put on your Cardinals jersey when she went to feed her once and Allie quietened down because she could smell you..." I was in shock, so Taylor and I were together and Allie was our child. "Wait, so she was telling the truth. Allie is our daughter." Cara looked at me quizzically and then said, "Of course. Why would she lie?" I put my head in my hands, small details are beginning to take form but I still don't see how I even met Taylor. "Cara, how did I meet Taylor?" Cara smiles and begins to describe the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in 2013. "Well I remember how Taylor was making her way off stage after singing with Fall Out Boy, you stood there and your mouth was hanging open and Jordan and I just knew you liked her so we called you out on it." I was listening intently.
"Really?" I questioned, hoping I hadn't actually done that but Cara nods.
"Sure did. It was nice to see since it had only been five months since Summer left you." I was shocked. "She left me?" I questioned. Cara turned to me and smiled a small smile while nodding as I fell back on my pillows absolutely shocked.

*FLASHBACK*

I had met Summer when I was fourteen, before modelling even began. We had started off as friends until one night without warning she kissed me. The next day I left for a shoot in New York, I was scared, shocked and totally uncomfortable but Summer told me that it didn't mean anything. I believed her until I saw her diary once and it declared her love for me, by that stage we were seventeen and crazy, running wild. It was the times when she would wear a plaid skirt and I wore shorts because that was us, we finished school in amidst of my travelling we attempted to make things work and we began to date. Everything was working as planned and once my career was over we had plans to leave St Louis and never return, whilst travelling and raising a family.