Walking Straight

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!!! thanks so much for reading make sure to comment, vote, and follow, LOVE YOU ALL! Xx, Carla and btw I changed some stuff sSO PLEASE REREAD CH 18 TO READ THE CHANGED INFO!!!!!!!!!!

TAYLOR'S POV:

Jacob waves a hand in front of my face. I snap out of my trance and look to his mini keyboard. 

"You okay?" He sets the piano on the couch next to his thigh. 

"Mmhmm." I hum, twiddling my thumbs. 

"Yeah okay, now tell me how you really feel." A serious look is plastered on his face that makes me regret not tellinghim in the first place. 

"It's my dad. I have to go home with him after this." I swallow and look to the floor. 

"Why don't you want to go with him? What does he do?"

"He's a drunk. And he did some other stuff. I can't go back with him... I can't.... He's one of the reasons I'm even here, and if I go back with him I won't have to come here, I'll just be gone." Tears are now streaming down my face and I can feel my fingers shaking. I can't go back. I won't. I can't. I feel a warm hand on top of mine. 

"It's going to be okay. Trust me, we'll figure it out." Suddenly I feel like we will figure it out, like everything will be okay. Maybe it's a change of heart, maybe it's Jacob. Whatever it is, I hope it all works itself out like it's suppose to. 

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I am called to the office at lunch. I shrug and wave goodbye to Jacob when he gives me a worried look from his seat. A nurse accompnies me, and I am lead to a large brick-walled room, the main director of the facility leaning on her desk. 

"I would just liek to go over what tomorrow is going to look like tomorrow." She assures as I sit down. 

"Your father will be picking you up, and you will each sign paperwork, and he will take you home. In two weeks, you will come back for an evaluation just to check up, then in another two weeks we will do another test. Then there will be one every month for 3 months until we are sure you haven't relapsed. Good?" she sticks up a thumb and lowers her half-moon glasses.

"Yeah. A lot to take in. And I would like to speak with you about my father." 

"What about him?" She clicks her fingernails on the wood. 

"I can't go with him. Can I just stay with a friend, or, by myself? I'm 17, afterall."

"Well... it depends." Click, click. 

"I can't go back with my dad, please believe me." I step up towards the desk and beg, almost kneeling down and folding my hands. 

"Why is that?" Click. 

"Reasons. Many reasons. I just can't go back. Please just hear me out." Click. 

"Name one, and I will think about it, review some paperwork, etc." Click. 

"He's the reason I'm here, and I don't want anything worse to happen." I blurt, desperate for an answer. All I hear is more clicking. 

"I will see you tomorrow Taylor, have a nice day." Click, click, click. 

"No, that can't be all! Just help, help me out with this?" I shout over my shoulder as i am guided out by another nurse. 

"Bye, Taylor." Is all I hear, along with an extra click. 

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RHETT'S POV: 

I shake Nicole gently awake as the plane hits the ground, and she wakes with a start. 

"Holy shit that was a good sleep." she mumbles groggily, rubbig her eyes with her fists, just like when she was 8 years old, waking up in my bed when she had the nightmares. My little sister was finally back with me, and this time I wouldn't let her go. 

"It was a good sleep, why?" I ask. 

"Because, it was like old times." she replies casually.