A Little Too Late (Third book to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28
Taylor's POV

"Her last credit card purchase was at the hilton gardens on Monroe St."

"Okay thanks Niall. I'll call you with updates later"

I hang up the phone and plug the address into my gps. I drove from Nashville and I was finally in Grand Rapids. I knew that if I drive it would give her about 10 hours to herself.

Ever since she left I couldn't stop beating myself up because of it. I should have never told her. No I should have told her from the beginning. Because nothing would have been different, I would have still loved her just as much as I do now.

She was still wearing her black dress when she left, maybe I should buy her some clothes? or do I just sit back and watch her for the time being.

I should get her some clothes, leave it for her and then follow her. I know she needs some space but I need to make sure that she is okay. I'm still her mother whether she likes it or not.

I made a quick stop to a small owned clothing store, picking up jeans a t-shirt and a sports bra. I doubt she was wearing a bra with that small dress.

When I arrived at the hotel, I headed to the desk, asking for a room underneath hers, "can I also get a card to her room?"

"Mam that is against our personal privacy. I can't give that away."

"Yes, I understand but she is my daughter. Here I can show you" I showed her pictures of us, texts, calls. "Please, I'll only use it once."

She looked back and forth, making sure no one important was around "I could get fired for this" she comments, handing me the card.

I thanked her, heading to the elevator. It was about midnight so I hope that she's in her room, and sleeping. Which she was.

She was passed out on her bed as she shared it with a dresser and part of a chair. The room was absolutely destroyed. and just the room, not the kitchen or the living room. Just the bedroom.

Her hair was a mess, with makeup smeared down her cheeks. Her dress was ripped up the side, only a little, but still there. She had a vodka bottle in her right hand and one shoe on her left foot. All in all, she looked like a train wreck.

I placed the clothes next to her bed, and leaning down to give her a kiss on her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face. "I love you Bridg."

The next morning I hear her moving about above me and I get out of bed to do my normal stakeout routine.

Well this is my first stakeout so I actually don't have a routine. But I change into some workout clothes/comfy clothes and wash my face.

I go to the lobby to wait for her to walk out. If she does.

I hold a newspaper up to my face, in hopes she doesn't see me. I just want to see what she does when were not around.

She comes from the elevator in sunglasses and the clothes I bought her. Her hair is brushed and the purse hangs from her forearm. Screaming the word hangover.

I follow her to a convenient store and I sit a few parking spots away as she goes in.

My phone starts to vibrate from the cup holders and I look to see Harry's face on the screen.

"Hey babe"

"Hey, how's everything going?" he sounds frantic on the other side.

"Not sure, I kind of am following her around"

"You're stalking her?"

"Yeah I guess that's what I'm doing" I joke, I see Bridget come back out with a paper bag and I follow far behind her. Wherever she is going.

"Well, the house is a mad house right now. Mason stubbed his toe, Niall brought his kids over and has been camping out. And to make it all worse, Audrey can't find her notebook for math."

Bridget's POV

"Hey dad. I brought us some beers and jerky." I joke, sitting in the lawn chair next to his grave. "i came to talk, well I guess vent more than anything...its about Taylor, my mom. And if you've been watching me, you probably know what's been going on." I pop the top off and take a swig. "She was everything to me. You know? like I know it's tradition to have a husband as the other half, or even my kids. And yes I would be devastated if something happened to them. but, but not like this.

"I feel that my other half has been ripped from me. My best friend, my mom, my partner in crime, has been taken and ripped up in front of my face. But really, all of that was a lie, wasn't it." I sigh, opening the jerky bag "how would you feel if you found out your whole life was a lie?

"We've spent years taking down my walls. She built me up from nothing dad. I was crumbled on the street and she picked up the pieces. Every part of them." I watch my finger as it runs across the top of the bottle "and now I'm back to ground zero.

"I sometimes wonder if things would have been different if she had wanted me... Would I have healed quicker? or would everything be the same, despite all the fighting.

"The only person I want to be with is you. And you're dead... I can't help but wish to be with you right now. But if know as soon as I kill myself, I'll go to hell. And you'll be sitting in heaven, wishing I could have done something different to be up there with you" I remain quiet for a moment, "or maybe my last few moments will persuade Him into bringing me up there.

"I also think, would my kids be well off with just growing up with their father? I mean, I wouldn't know because I lost you at such a young age. And I think that maybe they could. They could survive with Niall as their role model. What am I to kids anyway? just someone to make their sandwiches in the morning." tears slowly brim my eyes "I mean I survived without a real mother... it wasn't a pretty trip but I sure as hell made it.

"But I hate myself more for having those thoughts. And I could never really be a good mother, that I'm looking out for the best for Lily and Kyle... They wouldn't have me around to shoot them down or be their buzzkill. They'll have a happy life.

Long minutes pass by before I think to speak again, "Taylor never wanted a shithead like me. The nicest person alive, didn't even want me. That's telling you something dad. What if, what if Niall doesn't really want me either, and this is all a sick game to them. See how long some can last with me. He's just waiting for me to crack. So he can go out and find a better person for him."

"No one has ever wanted me."

I pull the 9mm out of my purse, cocking it back, placing it to my head. Everything is a blur from my tears. I can't keep a strong hold to my head as my hand shakes uncontrollably.

I never wanted you!

Look at her Bridg! she probably never loved you, it's just all for headlines. I can see it now 'Taylor swift helps run down kid'

It's only four years until she's 18

Yeah, she's just there...

How many hits does it take to get a swifts bodyguard?

Slut

God Bridg, you're such a loser. Just come and party with us.

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