Taylor's P.O.V
I woke up happy for some reason. The last thing I remember was seeing Brandon in a dream. That can' be the reason I was happy. Right? I slid my feet over the bed and walked down the stairs. Today I was teaching those hip hoppers ballet. I don't know why I was so mad when teaching them ballet. Maybe it was because there's so much on my plater or maybe it's because Brandon did everything wrong he could.I poured a bowl of cereal and poured myself some orange juice. I sat at the table and ate slowly since I woke up so early. I washed my bowl out and walked upstairs to change. I put on my tights, then my black Leo, pink point shoes and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hair putting it up in a bun. I grabbed my dance bag and walked down stairs. "hey sweetie" mom smiled at me. "hey i'm going to take the car today" I said reaching for the keys. "Taylor your not going to dance today" she said and my mouth went dry. "WHAT! WHY?" I screamed. "someone wants to meet you so I told them I would keep you home sit on the couch and wait maybe after if you have more time you can go to dance" she said and I glared at her. She knew how important dance was to me and how I could dare miss a class. I sat on the couch and waited patiently for this important visitor that wanted to see me so bad. The doorbell rung and mom rushed forward opening it with a smile. "hello" she smiled grabbing someones arm. Does she have a boyfriend? "she's in here" mom said and a big burly man walked in. He smiled brightly at me and I raised and eye brow. I didn't know him why would he smile so brightly at me. "Hello Taylor" the man said. "uh hi" I replied back. "do you know who I am" he asked. "not really" I said. "Taylor i'm your father" he said. NO! He can't be. My father left me why would he want me now? It can't be him I see no resemblance. The longer I look the more I can see the face shape we have the hair the eyes. It's all the familiar. Now all that clouded my eyes was watching him walk out the door at a young age. "no" I whispered. "what honey" he said. "NO" I screamed at him grabbing the car keys and running out the door my bag bouncing on my hip. I got in and sped off before he could come after me. I drove off and stopped at a read light. That's when I felt the tears. The light turned green and I started driving and got T-boned. Not putting on my seat belt was the worst decision of my life. The impact forced me through the touch glass and landed me in the street breathless. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. Now I had headache due to some alarm with flashing lights. Maybe and ambulance? That's the last thing I heard or saw before the world went black.
