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You're Sending Me Back

Chapter 4/Grace's POV

"Miss Taylor?" I asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yes?" She said, putting away her phone. "And just call me Tay or Taylor, please."

"Okay. Umm... So are you sending me back?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Well, Grace there's really no other option..." She started.

"I knew I couldn't trust you!" I said, tears in my eyes. I ran to the door, which luckily was already unlocked, and left Taylor's house. There was one thing I forgot, paparazzi was always here.

"Grace! Grace! Come back, you didn't let me finish!" Taylor said, running after me.

I was faster than her though, and could easily outrun her.

Flashback:

I waited for my foster parents to leave for work. They locked me in my room, but yesterday if found their spare key for my room hidden in their closet (which I was not allowed to go through) and I had hidden it under my pillow.

I opened the door after watching Mr. Forester leave with his wifi in their outdated Kia.

After that, I put my hair up into a ponytail, through on a white t shirt that said 'Run' and some black sweatpants on.

These foster parents weren't as bad as my first ones, but they sure did suck. They didn't let me eat more than once a day, and they locked me in my room until they got back from work.

I ran out the front door and I heard their neighbor screaming at me, "Grace? What are you doing?" The middle aged woman asked. "Grace! Grace! Come back..."

I snapped back to reality and started to have a panic attack. So. Many. Lights. Flashing. In. My. Face.

I realized I was going to end up on TV and a lot of magazines, oh great.

"Grace! Please stop running. Somebody stop her, please." Taylor said, coming to a stop at the edge of her lawn.

I ran out of the gate, and ran past the field where I had fainted on.

I didn't really have anywhere to go... I couldn't just go back to the orphanage, the reason I ran away.

I stopped in a forest, and followed a trail that led by the river. I decided I'd sort of just.... Camp until I was old enough to get a job? So like 3 years with no food and dirty water... You're smart Grace...

I pulled out my phone. I'd been running an hour and a half.

I decided to check my Instagram, @gracewinters12. (A/N don't actually look that up)

Wow. I had 4,000 new followers just because I was seen leaving Taylor Swift's house.

@katbushe31: why are you following this girl? She was only seen leaving Taylor's house. It's not like she's special.

@itzswiftt: Guys, no. Taylor did not secretly have a child when she was 14...

@EvaSwift(iwish): Grace? Why were you at Taylor's house?! Call me!

I decided after looking at all the hate I'd gotten, to call Eva.

"Eva?" I said, trying to get a good signal.

"Grace? Grace! Why is Taylor Swift sending out police and FBI agents to come and look for you? I tried to visit you at the orphanage today and when I got there, police were there asking for the last time they've seen you." Eva said.

"I didn't wanna go back so Taylor found me and took me to her house. Turns out, she was going to send me back so I ran away... Oh crap." I said, eyes wide.

"Grace? Send you back? But she said...."

"Eva, I gotta go... They can track my phone..." I interrupted.

"But you need to find Ta...."

I hung up on Eva. Great, now they mostly likely were on to me. Just great.

Yeah so that's that. Thx for your supportive comments! This may be moving fast but I have the whole book planed out already and I want to get to the main setting.
Xoxo, Kaye