*Taylor's P.O.V
"Mom?" He called me his mom, after all these years. I haven't been there for him like I should have, maybe if I saw him things would be different. What if she found out? She was the reason I haven't seen him in years. Cam, the evil witch who told me, Bryan hated me. I have to say something, "Honey, I'm here. Are you okay? How are you? Where are you? Who was that girl? Is she your girlfriend?" I paused, "when can I see you, honey?" "Mom." Just him saying that was all I needed to be calmed down, yet not being when around your first son for years isn't the best thing in the world. "Mom, Peter said you wanted to see me. Is that true?" His voice, so grown up, more adult like. "Peter," I whispered. I haven't talked to him until I saw him in that jail cell."Bryan, I've been wanting to see you for years, ever since that girl came and told me you hated me, I stopped." His breathing heaved, "what girl?" He words were spoke so darkly, a side I've never seen before. "Forget it darling, at least I have you now." The other line went silent, ,"Bryan?" "What girl, mother?"
Nothing good could come from telling him, but I just want to see him. "Her name was Camyrn, she told me to call her Cam." I said regretting it the second the phone went dead. "Bryan?! Are you there?" I sighed. "Trouble is coming babe," a man called from the other room. "Who are you?" I asked confused and terrified he somehow in my home. He stepped into the light, he was a tall man with dark brown hair. It was cut on the sides and the top of his hair was gelled upwards. He seemed to be in his mid-30s, he wore a dark black suit. He began to mess with his tied and then walked towards me. I stepped backwards, "who are you?!" I repeated my words with more anger. He laughed and answer, "an old friend," he smirked. "Bryan knows me, we're close," he paused before saying, "friends." I didn't know this man long, but just him being in my home without any warning, he was no friend. "He owes me something, I'm just here to," he smiled at me before finishing "to claim what's mine."
*Bryan's P.O.V.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" I yelled at the phone fell to the floor. Laya looked at me with confusion, not hearing what was said through the phone. I grabbed her by her wrist, "WHERE IS SHE!" "Bryan your scaring me." She said with tears forming in her eyes. I couldn't stop myself, I was filled with too much anger to control my actions. "CAM!! I started to yell as I released my grip from Laya, and rushed out of the room. I searched every room I passed. I started to scream her name once again. I ran down the hallway as I heard footsteps rushing down the hall. "CAMYRN!!" "Get away from me!" She yelled, as i grabbed her arm. "YOU HAD NO FUCKING RIGHT! SHE WAS MY MOTHER! I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE THINKING SHE DIDN'T WANT ME! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! BECAUSE OF YOU!! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU JUST RUINED A LIFE I NEVER KNEW I COULD HAVE HAD." People rushed into the rooms, hearing my words only met violence.
"You don't understand I had to." "YOU HAD TO?!?" Could she anymore wrong?? Her doing made my mom, the woman who gave birth to me, stop wanting to be with her son. "She didn't care about you, Bryan. She left you." "YOU HAD NO RIGHT!" I yelled straight into her face. "You didn't have to be around her, she had a new family when I found her. She moved on, and so did you." Cam said, pain struck my chest. What was that? Was that suppose to be my heart? What's happening to me? And then it happened, what I've tried so hard not to do. I attacked her. I slapped her across her face. Cam's mouth wide opened, and tears falling from her face. I threw myself on top of her, another hit, more tears. I counted each time I laid a hand on her. It was, as if the person attacking her wasn't me. Like I was watching myself beat her, as if I was floating and not able to do anything about it. Eight times, eight times I hit her. Eight times, I let my anger get the better of me. Eight times, I let the monster inside of me attack her. And then it dawn on me, "Laya."
I stopped my arm from laying another fist on her. I picked her up and wrapped my arms around her waist. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered. I picked her up bridal style, and walked her over to Mr.Classton's office. As I opened the door, Mr.Classton's face grew with shame as I saw Marcy on top of him.Both of them were seated on his chair Let me rephrase, Mr.Classton was on the chair, Marcy, the slut she was, was on Mr.Classton. I saw her hands run down his back. I heard her moan his name "Timothy." He began to push her off of him, as she kissed his lips once more. "You can't keep your hands to yourself can you." I spoke with high disappointment. Both of them turned their heads to face us, I shook my head at them and left. I heard Mr.Classton yell after me, but I couldn't stand him at the moment. He had a family, and he was doing this to them? That's just wrong. Cam was murmuring something under her breath. I felt so horrible about what I had done, yet she still had no right. It was my mother for God-sake. "What'd you say?" I said in a sweet voice as if I were talking to a baby.
"Will you take me to our cabin?" She said in tears. I knew I hurt her, but I needed to see if Laya was okay first. "We'll see, okay?" I said with a smile. Laya, did I hurt her again? I needed to see her, if I hurt her I couldn't forgive myself. I walked to the room where I left her, the hallways were destroyed by my anger. The monster inside was delighted the destruction was as horrible as it was. Are you happy yet? It said to me, creeping into my thoughts once again. I was horrified I had done this, to Cam, to this place, and to Laya. I stepped into the room, and noticed Peter was sitting there, holding Laya's scarf, waiting for me. I smiled at my father, that's when I noticed it across his face, saddness."What's going on? Where's Laya?" I asked already knowing the answer, but hoping it wasn't true. "She's gone. Bryan, she left."
