Roman reigns/OC/Dean Ambrose

Part 13

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"Bye, mom! I'll catch you later!" Taylor yelled from the front door. Her mother came rushing down the steps to catch her.

"Wait! Wait, baby! Wh-where are you goin'? I thought we were gonna kick it here today?"

Taylor rolled her eyes internally. Oh, so this was an up day for her bipolar mother.

"Yeaahh, but I made plans with Bo and David a week ago to chill today. We just wanna enjoy the last few months we've got together, ya know? This is our last year of high school and we're all goin' to different places. I just wanna be around my best friends is all."

Her mother gave her a dirty look before turning her back on Taylor and walking to the kitchen, "Fine! Whatever! Just leave me here! Go and hang out with your little buddies! I mean it's not like I birthed you or anything…"

Thanks… I think… Taylor thought to herself.

She reached the liquor cabinet and opened it, to grab her moonshine. "Or raised you…"

Barely...

"And gave you my everything!" She screeched, slamming the cabinet door.

Hardly…

If there was one talent her mother had, other than attracting B.S. into their lives, was guilt tripping. And damn, if she didn't lay it on thick. Only when she wanted something out of her daughter did she pull this shit. And it was now Taylor's cue to figure out what it was, if the way her mother was staring her down was anything to go by. But not this time. Taylor wasn't some defenseless, impressionable baby anymore and she wasn't putting up with it any longer. If this was a year ago, she would've crumbled easily and stayed home with her mother and ended up doing nothing as usual. But after meeting Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, her confidence was up, as well as her resolve. So tonight, she planned on sticking to her guns. This chick had plans and she was keeping them.

"Sorry, ma, but I really have to go." Her mother scowled before stomping up the stairs.

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*SLAM* went the door of her mother's room. Taylor let out a breath and left the house. She really wondered sometimes if her mother really was in her 30's and not her teens.

Taylor walked down the driveway and looked around her. It was dark now, closer to 10 PM. She took a deep breath and took in the smells of nature. Her surroundings calming her. No matter what the situation, or her mood, being outside, surrounded by the beautiful woods calmed her. A soft breeze swept through the trees, rustling the leaves. A coyote howled in the distance and serenaded the stars. She smiled to herself.

She was about half a mile away from her house when she reached Light Bug Pass. It was always her favorite place to sit at night when she was trying to escape her father and his rages. The grass was overgrown and honeysuckle grew everywhere you looked. She would sit under the big oak tree and sleep. It was the only time she could be at peace. Did her father ever really care for her and mom? That was a question she'd asked herself a thousand times over. She'd always wanted to ask her father that, but he was either gone, passed out, or had busted both of her lips. She smiled wistfully when she saw several lightning bugs illuminate the darkness around her. It almost seemed like they were signaling a greeting to her. How sad it must be that goddamn insects mean more to her than her flesh and blood.