We searched all morning for Taylor. She was nowhere to be found. I had no idea where to look, and I had to get Jayme home. He was hungry and tired. I also haven’t heard anything from the cops. It was about three in the afternoon when we finally decided to go home, eat and let Jayme take a nap.
I put Jayme down for a nap and sat on the couch. I was tired, but there was no way I could sleep. I was too worried about Taylor, I laid down and begin to cry, I was so worried scared and hurt that she had left. I didn’t think that I had made her that upset.
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“Mommy?” Jayme’s voice and shaking woke me up. I had finally fallen asleep. I sat up yawning and staring at him.
“What is it?” I asked sleepily. Jayme sat next to me.
“What time is it? I want ice cream. Do we have any?” he asked looking hopeful at me.
“I’m not sure, let me check,” I said standing up hoping that there would be some kind of ice cream in the freezer. I didn’t want him to be upset. He followed me into the kitchen. Luckily there was some popsicles in there. “We have popsicles,” I said looking down at him. He smiled, I knew he was satisfied and I handed him a cherry popsicle, cherry was his favorite. He gladly took it and sat at the table.
“Thanks, Mommy,” he said while opening the popsicle.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be in the other room, making some calls,” I said softly.
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After hours of talking to police and other people I still had no luck, no one had seen Taylor, not even her friends. I wanted to tear up the whole city of Detroit to find my daughter, but that wouldn’t go over very well. It was almost 8pm. I had to fix Jayme something for dinner, I searched the cabinets and I only found stuff in the fridge to make sandwiches.
I made him a grilled cheese with some chicken noodle soup. He didn’t complain. He understood that we were struggling. He was a very smart five year old. And I enjoyed that part of him.
After I gave Jayme a bath he was in bed by 9pm, and I was ready just to lay down and cry again. I didn’t know what to do, no one knew anything about my baby, and it was making me feel sick to my stomach. I went to my room to take a long hot shower, it felt nice. But even after the shower I still felt like shit… gosh I wish I could find Taylor, so I could tell her I’m sorry for being a bitch, but she is gonna be in big trouble when she comes home.
~~~Marshall’s pov~~~
It was early morning and time for my run. I didn’t have to go to the studio today, just pick up Hailie and Alaina from their friends party later tonight. It was my weekend to have them finally, I was so happy. Those girls are my world and I don’t know what I’d do without them.
I decided to go running in the woods today. Not many people are out at 5:30 in the morning, so I didn’t have to worry about being spotted. I hated being out in public, yeah I’m famous but I don’t like that much attention. One time I was out with my kids and they made a scene causing probably 50 people to charge at me like I was a piece of meat. It was irritating but they were young so they didn’t know any better.
As I was jogging over a bridge I hear the sound of some of someone crying. It sounded like a little girl. I stopped and stood still to hear where the crying was coming from. But when I stopped the crying stopped. It was like the child was afraid to be found.
I made my way down to look under the bridge, maybe she was down there. I was determined to find this little girl, because if it was my child I would kill to find her. I looked under the bridge and there she was a little dark haired girl, crying quietly with her head in her knees.
