Stay Stay Stay: Taylor Swift Adoption.

Chapter one: Cold.

"No thank you" Taylor flashed a smile, "I'll walk home, I enjoy the time walking through New York anyways" she waved at her crew and placed her earphones in her ears and began walking through the busy streets of New York. Taylor looked at the buildings secretly creating a song in her head. 'Busy streets and busy lives...' she hummed to herself as she looked down at her feet walking to her desired beat for this particular track. Taylor had a spring to her step the session was amazing; she had gotten more done than she expected and was grinning with each step she neared her apartment with. The air was cold and ice hugged the streets of New York. Taylor could see her breath as she hummed and tapped her fingers against her leg.

As she reached the gates to central park she stopped at a hotdog stand captivated by the smell. "Oh my!!" the cashier shouted blinking fast at the sight of Taylor swift sniffing around like a starved animal, "hello" Taylor said happily smiling at her. The girl mustn't have been older than 19, "h-h-h-h" the girl struggled to speak. "Hey calm down... I don't bite... although I would love to bite into some food right now" she rubbed her stomach to emphasise her hunger. " Yes yes... I'm sorry... its my... my first day working here I'm sorry..." the girl rushed to make Taylor some food. " Hey its all right I can wait, your first day? Where is your trainer?" Taylor asked tilting her head watching the girl. "Well... his girlfriend came and he left... he said I would be okay." Taylor listened and spoke to the girl and happily received her food. " Thank you!" after tipping the girl generously she left to find a comfortable spot to eat her food.

*Across New York*

"I SAID GET HERE" large footsteps boomed through the small house. Riley was too weak to run and too weak to hide. The bathroom door swung open and banged against the wall. "Get here you little SHIT" there he was. Riley's 'loving' father. Well loving was not the word used to describe that waste of a man. Milo, Milo Yates, he was a glorified alcoholic with no job, no money and no plans.

The smell of him made Riley's skin crawl, the smell of ale and just dirt. "Daddy-" Riley's tiny weak voice was cut short by a hard slap to the face. "DON'T YOU SPEAK TO ME" he then kicked her in the stomach. Riley's little body couldn't take the beatings any longer, there was no time to heal in-between beatings, and her tiny 5-year-old frame wasn't strong enough anymore. Milo began filling the bathtub keeping his foot on Riley's back keeping her pinned. Once the bath was to milos desired height he lifted the child and dunked her under the water intent on drowning her.

Riley's lungs were filling with water and she was too weak to struggle, the burn of the water in her throat was making her eyes water... if they could. Just as she was about to loose consciousness she was released. Then milo stormed downstairs to answer his phone.

'Its now or never riley' Riley's mind raced and she used all her courage and strength to lift herself and run through the front door. Nobody chased her but she still ran. Far. Far away from the house that she was in her nightmares. Riley's gets grew tired and her breaths heavy, her tiny frame couldn't take the cold. Never mind the fact she couldn't actually remember the last time she had eaten. Riley reached central park and ran across the grass and onto the pathway falling with a thud and scraping her knees hands and chin on the hard asphalt floor.

Taylor sat down to take a bite out of her hot dog on a bench facing the fields of central, when a small child caught her attention running across the grass and onto the pathway, suddenly the child lost her balance and hit the floor. But, what caught Taylor's attention more wasn't her wails... No. The fact nobody was chasing her, and nobody ran to her aid when she fell. Taylor placed her hotdog down beside her bag on the bench and ran to the crying child.

Getting closer Taylor could see a soaked toddler covered in bruised and new scraped and cuts, "hey baby... don't cry..." Taylor said softly, "ill help you find your mommy" Taylor said smiling and reaching out for the child. To Taylor's surprise the child recoiled in fear "DON'T TOUCH ME! I DON'T HAVE A MOMMY AND I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO DADDY... LEAVE ME ALONEEE" the child screamed and sobbed on the floor, "I. I promise not to hurt you... here... I'm Taylor... I promise I'm not a meanie-head" Taylor said softly sitting beside riley.

"What's your name?" Taylor asked softly looking at the child silently examining her. "W-Wiley" she said with a baby lisp. "Ahhhh well riley. You look really hungry... I have some hot food if you would like some?" Taylor said holding her hand out to the small figure. Riley reluctantly held Taylor's hand and limped back to the bench with Taylor.

Taylor handed the child her hotdog and smiled weakly watching the child's eyes grow. "That... that for Wiley?" the child seemed reluctant and shocked that Taylor was offering her food. "Don't you like it? We can go get something else? I'm sorry I should have asked." Taylor panicked but the child took the food and ate it quickly. Chuckling Taylor looked at the child, she looked mistreated but she can't just assume that can she?

"Riley how did you get all wet?" Taylor asked shivering at the thought of being wet in this weather. "Daddy wanted me to breath underwater.... He doesn't like me... wanted me to go sleepies forever..." the child said slowly pulling at her wet clothes visibly uncomfortable.

Taylor looked around and sighed softly taking her woollen coat off and wrapping it around riley. "I tell you what riley, how about you come home with me, have a warm shower and some more food? Then we will see what I can do to help you?" riley looked at Taylor in disbelief this was the first time anyone had ever shown the child love and compassion. Riley nodded her head looking at Taylor, and then raised her arms to Taylor making a grabbing motion. Smiling Taylor lifted the almost weightless child into her arms.