The second Kloss-sister

22. Fuck

Fuck, Taylor thought to herself. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

She never found Karlie. Even though she looked everywhere. The sisters were gone as well, they had probably left together. Cara and Jourdan were both more than surprised when Taylor had approached them, asking where the model was. But to be honest the newest student wasn't in the mood to explain her reasoning. Instead she just wiped away her tears and decided to go home. All hope wasn't lost yet, right? What she needed was for Karlie to listen.

She decided to walk home. It wasn't like she had any other choice. Her lift had left without her and from what she knew, Cara and Jourdan couldn't take her either because they both planned on walking home as well. Taking a cab wasn't an option either, she didn't have any money on her. Her dad always told her to take a few dollars, no matter where she went, just for safety. But she never actually did it, thinking that it would just get stolen or she would lose it. Of course, if she knew she could use some money, she would bring some, but in cases like these, why would she need it?

Of course she hadn't thought that a situation like that could occur. If she had known that beforehand, she would obviously had stuffed some bucks in her pocket. But it was too late for that now. She had to walk.

She started wandering over the sidewalk of Harry's neighborhood, following the instructions she had found on Google maps. At least she wouldn't get lost again. Her feet made quite noises on the pavement, it seemed to be the only noises to be heard. It was weird how quiet the world became at night. There were no cars, no yelling, no birds. There wasn't the background noise of other people chatting. It was lonely almost. It seemed as if there was only Taylor, the streetlights and whatever was lurking in the shadows.

The thought made the hair on Taylor's arms go up.

She liked the silence of the night. It's calmness. The fresh breeze tickling her nose. But at the same time she also was a little scared of it. There now was so much she couldn't see. Somehow, everything looked different at night. Everything looked scarier. More suspicious. There were more shadows to hide in. And she didn't know what was sitting in those.

Also if she would scream. Would anybody hear her? Would anybody be able to help her? Oh God, would she die out here?

Her breathing got slightly faster and her muscles started to tense up. She carefully looked around, there was no one. She didn't have to be scared, she knew that. But somehow she still was. She balled her hands into fists. She got that. She could do that. She would survive that.

A few years ago her parents had made her take classes in self-defense. So she was able to help herself in the worst case scenario. There was nothing to worry about. She just had to remember what they had taught her and then she would be alright. What was it again? If somebody picked you up you had to wiggle yourself out. She remembered that. They had told them non matter how small you were, if you wiggled strongly enough, they didn't have a chance to hold you.

What else? Pinching. She remembered that. Pinching someone in the inner side of their upper leg hurt so badly, they would let go out of reflex. She remembered that.

Also they had taught her to look as confident as possible. Mostly the culprits seeked for people who seemed weak and unconfindent. So she had to keep her shoulders back and chin high. Straighten her back. Walk with a certain energy in her steps. She got that. No getting kidnapped today.

She continued her walking, trying to concentrate on seeming as unafraid as she could. She tried to think of things she liked in order to distract herself. Things like her cats. Or other cats. Cats were always good.

But from cats, her mind went to dogs and lost no time in immediately jumping to one dog in particular. Joe Kloss. Which led her back to no other than a particular one of his owners. Karlie Kloss.