Walking Straight

Chapter 7

hi guys, sorry I had to redo this chapter because I accidentally made a new story! haha, but I fixed it, so its all good. Here is the cast for those of you on mobile devices.

Hailee Steinfeld as Taylor Anthony

Dylan O'brien as Rhett Jain

Teresa Palmer as Brooklyn Fields

Beau Mirchoff as Will Anthony

David JR Bourne as Bruce Anthony (Taylor's father)

Nicholas Hoult as Landon Grece

Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Mr. Bryen

(I havne't thought of someone that can play Taylor's Mom! Comment down below if you guys think of anyone! Guidelines- Mid-forties, unkempt) 

      SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER..

The Run and Go- 21 Pilots

Float- The Neighbourhood

Car Radio- 21 Pilots

Do I Wanna Know?- Arctic Monkeys

Lay With Me (LIve)- Exsist Elsewhere 

You're Gonna Go Far Kid- The Offspring

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I have been staying in Brooklyn's room for the past 2 nights, getting 3 hours of sleep in total. I can't just sleep peacefuly knowing that I am going to be the last one sleeping in htis bed, and not Brooklyn. I hate myself for it. Because of the timing, I will have to get to Steamboat Springs by tomorrow morning to get rid of my old journals. Dead or not, I don't want anyone getting into my head. I never want anyone to know exactly what I'm thinking. So, I wake up as early as possible and get on the road by 5:30 am.

RHETT'S POV (point of view) -

I've called Taylor a total of 23 times. I am worried sick about her. She could be anywhere, she could be on the streets, she could be in some scumbag's hands right now. The thought alone makes me get light-headed. I have to find out where she is. I go to her house, trying to find her mother. Hopefully she will be willing to help me. 

I give the front door a ginger knock and wait quietly for a few seconds, listening for footsteps. I hear nothing. I pound, hard, then hear clomping on the hardwood floors.

"Who is it?!" A woman squacks. 

"It's Taylor's friend, Rhett, I have to talk to you. It's an emergency!" I shout back. I hear a click and step away from the door as it swings open, revealing a woman in her mid-forties, with wild hair, eyes rimmed with purple circles, and cracked dry lips. He cleavage unattractively pops out from her too-tight button down shirt. 

"Hi, listen, Taylor left and I have no idea where she went. Do you know where she might have gone?" I breathe.

"I'm not going to discuss my daughter with you. I am done with her selfish ways. She has caused me too much trouble and look where it got me. i could care less where she has gone." She begins to slam the door in my face. I have already started to hate this woman.  I slam my palm into the wood, sending a shudder through the door frame.