Taylor never knew her parents, the only thing they gave her was her name. Five years into being put into an orphanage something drastic happens that makes Taylor the way she is.
Xavier Black had a bad past, that makes him who he is: cold hearted at...
The closer I get to the place, the more I get nervous, anxious and scared. Pulling up outside the house, my heart beat increases dramatically, however I force myself to calm down. Breathe in, breathe out, I tell myself.
Swinging my leg over my bike, standing up while I take my helmet off. I stand with it in both my hands, in front of my butterfly filled stomach.
"You can do this." I whisper to myself. "You're strong, this place won't crush you." With that final sentence I rest my helmet into the seat, and feebly walk towards the rusty black gate.
The fences surrounding the land is a dark brown, pieces missing, falling off and some even don't have fences in the gaps. The grass is highly overgrown, the weeds have grown, yet the few daisies that are scattered around on the lawn, made it seem so gorgeous and unique. The building itself? You can tell that no one had touched the place in the years. Cobwebs gathered together in corners on the porch, the dust covered the windows, a few windows cracked, probably from teenagers throwing stones or something at them. As I walked up the stairs you could tell that no one had been in, the door handle had rusted over and it barely hung onto the door frame. I quickly glanced at my watch, seeing that it is now 3:32pm. Meaning I will probably miss school tomorrow.
Pushing the rusty, falling apart white dirty door, the smell of mould hits my face, hard. I'm a little taken back by the smell, causing a cough to emit form my mouth. I add a little more force and listen to the creak echo throughout the empty house. Stepping into the house, my right foot lands on a creaking floorboard making my heart skip a beat from fear. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling and hover in the corners. My feet move faster as I hear little feet scurrying behind, already knowing it was probably a rat.
I step forward into the house, slowly. A door is on my right, a door straight ahead and stairs on my left. The door straight ahead is the kitchen. I still remember the layout perfectly. Like I'd never left the place. It was only a small hour, three bedrooms and a bathroom: perfect for two people The place was as it had been left, except things hung off, for example doors. This place hadn't been cleaned for 2 years, just left to rot and let kids have their fun with throwing stones at it. They'd clearly been inside the house, with the spray paint on the walls. A mixture of colours: bac, red, blue, grey, yellow. Most were curse words, others were just a weird 'Suck ur mum'. which is always lovely to see. After taking in the mess of the hallway, I turn my attention to the white, peeling door.
My hand shakily reaches for the door ready for the memeories to flood back.My hand pulls down on the handle. The deafening silence reappears as I push the door open. As slowly as a turtle I walk in.
My eyes first travel quickly around the room, scanning all the broken furniture and the paint on the wall. Stones lay on the floor which I'm pretty sure ae from kids throwing them in. My Timberlands stand on the glass, carelessly and my mind races with thoughts. Attempting to move them away as I'm here to concentrate. Glass shatters underneath my feet as I walk through. I'm not even sure on what I looking for here. Anything that takes my interest maybe?
"What are you doing?" I speak aloud. "You're in your old house expecting something to pop out." I laugh at how stupid I must seem. People would have ruined most things in this place and all I can really see is the damaged furniture. Mould created patterns on the wall, congregating in the corners and travelling around the walls.
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Hours of searching later, I uncover nothing apart from a few dead rats and spiders. Lazily moving my arm, I look at my watch seeing its 5:09pm. Deciding the house is useless, I walk outside kicking a few stones around as I think. I find a shed, I glanced around at the tools lined up on the shelves to find a key on one of the hooks.
Picking it up, it clicks in my head and I sprint like a maniac over the overgrown lawn, up the back steps, slams the door open creating an echoing bang around the house. Lurching towards the black worn out safe in the corner of the master bedroom, I fumble with the lock and keys. I squeal with excitement when the lock pops open and without wasting any time, I launch the door open and stare at the stack of papers in the safe.
Flicking through the papers my smile drops as my mind races with thoughts about why they were in there.
"W-what?" Stuttering, I stand up, my legs weak to the core and my stomach turning. Sprinting down the stairs, I miss two steps at a time while clenching the paper in my right hand. As my feet move to fast for my body to keep up, on the very last step I go face first into the floor.
I cry out in pain as my dace makes contact with the dirty, dusty cold stone floor. A substance enters my mouth, iron. I pull my hand up to my nose, my hand smudging the substance around my face. Retracting my hand, I notice the substance is blood and curse myself. my knees are sore from the impact, my head starts to boom like crazy, like a little person trying to hammer its way out. I stand up too fast, making my head become light. I lean onto the closest wall for support beofore I quickly stand up and race to my bike and hop on. The papers folded and tucked into my boot.
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