Taylor for the Night

Chapter 11 You First

I think my mom knew something was wrong the moment I got home. I swear moms just have this sixth sense or something.

That or my attempt to hide my tear stained face with makeup just really did not work for me. Either way, she knew.

I walked through the door and Mom immediately said,

"Taylor. Sit down and tell me what's wrong, right now."

I realized I knew exactly how to do this. I'd ask my mom to tell me the story of how I came to be....the COMPLETE story. She had never told me before because I 'wasn't old enough'.

I mean obviously I know about sex and my mom getting pregnant young and all that, but the story of her and my father, that is something I don't know completely.

Well, with my current situation and my mom's failing health I think it's about time that I know.

"Mom. Tell me about my father...the complete story...I'm old enough to hear it."

"Taylor this isn't what's bothering you is it? Cause I can tell by your face and how you're acting that this has nothing to do with your....your father." She asked me, although it took all the strength she could muster to say the word father.

She obviously still hates him to this day, but I have no idea why.....Other than the fact that he left her alone and pregnant.

"Mom." I breathed calmly trying not to accidentally reveal anything to my mother with my voice or expression. "You're right. This isn't about my father...exactly. But I need to know what happened with my father and you before I can tell you what's wrong."

"Ok Taylor, I'll tell you everything. I'll tell you...I'll tell you...I'll tell y..." And with each 'I'll tell you' her voice grew softer and her eyes became misted over and I knew we were slipping back into the past.

The Past.

Into the memories and secrets of my mom's mind that had been locked within for over a decade.

We sat in a silence that seemed to last forever. Just sitting there waiting for the vaults of secrets in her mind to open. Waiting for the floodgates to open and pour out their long kept floods of memories and emotions.

And then with one sharp, deep breathe, she pierced the silence between us and seemingly broke the spell that was upon us. Her mouth opened and the words slowly began to flow out, whispering to me of my Complete Story.

The story of how I, Taylor, came to be.