The Target -Jason McCann (currently updating)

Memories

A brand new update! Yay! Im excited to finally get this story going this story is coming out great. This is just a flashback that Jason had awhile back :) Hope you like it! Love Lindsey

Jason

"Get up Jay! It's 7AM!" My dad yelled while barging into my bedroom on a Monday morning. I can still remember everything clearly that happened that day.

My dad was rushing to try to make it to my high school on my first day. While I didn't want to be anywhere near that place. It was Sophomore year, probably the worst year ever. I wish summer vacation would last forever. I was new to this school and at my last school I wasn't doing any good. Getting into trouble was my thing and eventually I just got kicked out.

While arriving to my school I really didn't bother to dress up on my first day. It was overrated.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you to your class?" Dad asked.

Is he really that dumb to be asking that question?

"I am not a kid going into 1st grade." I said. He layed a hand on my leg and I jumped. He never does this, only when he's mad he lays a hand on me. I couldn't bare this any longer.

I opened the car door and closed it behind me, without saying a word to my dad.

It was 5th period. Chemistry.

Already sick of all these people.

Until this beautiful little thing walked into the classroom. Once she came in, I sat straight up from my chair to eye her up and down. Gosh.

She automatically sat in the desk next to me. I couldn't stop staring, I hope I wasn't making it obvious.

Fuçk, I'm never like this. I barely met the girl and I'm getting goosebumps.

I would make small glances over to her. She could probably tell I was staring.

The bell rang and I made a run for it. I couldn't bare looking at her no longer.

It's like everyday I tried to talk to her and I never got the balls to do it.

Until one day we were lab partners and had to talk. Fuçk.

"Hi! I'm Taylor." She spoke in the most girliest voice ever. I liked it so much.

We became closer and closer. Soon enough we were hanging out every day. I liked her. She would invite me everyday to have dinner with her and her parents. They were great people. Nothing compared to my dad. She knew my house was always off limits.

While arriving at school the next morning, my dad decided to give me a talk about my mom. She left my dad and eventually never came back. My dad's a cop and has been trying to search for her ever since we last saw her.

My dad still can't get over the fact that she's gone, for good. He tries to solve the problem by drinking his life away.

"Son, you know your mom would be so proud of you for finally getting your grades up and becoming more social."

As soon as he said this I was astonished and looked at my dad and realized he had been drinking. I rolled my eyes like it was nothing new.

"Don't give me attitude. You should miss your mom too!" He spat at me.

"Shut up, you're drunk and I'm late for school." I replied. That's all it took. Just one strike and he was out to get me.

Then things started to get worse. I got out of the car, hoping my dad would just leave me in peace. Wrong.

My dad ran out of the car basically tripping all over himself. I was awaken by a punch in the face. My dad had now punched me in front of my own school in front of all my classmates.

He couldn't stop, it's like I was his punching bag and he was getting rid of his anger. He was now beating me to death in front of everyone. In front of Taylor.

I saw the fear in her eyes. Like she wanted it to all stop, but sadly it didn't. I got removed from that school. From that city. From my home and my dad. My dad went to jail. He's locked up for 2 years. I now live in a foster home.

I haven't heard from Taylor since then. I miss her.

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I rubbed my head and realized I had been sitting at the edge of my bed recollecting all that I could remember that day. It's crazy how time flies, it's been three years. I've been making sure this plan was going to work. I came back to Los Angeles to get Taylor. I needed her. I couldn't take another day without her.

I knew kidnapping her wasn't the right choice but I knew she wouldn't have gone with me if I didn't.

Surprisingly, she doesn't remember me.