Mafia's Daughter

Taylor

so heres the thing.... i maybe, occasionally, once in a blue moon have a small issue with impulse control. Dillan knows this. 

the question i ask you is what did he expect me to do? i saw a old lady getting mugged! I respect the elderly unlike some dumb ass people, A.K.A Angie and his gang. though i will say Angie has lost a lot of teeth since i last saw them.

"hey!" i shouted.

"Taylor, stay out of it, lets just walk away and go get something to eat." Dillan tried to reason seeing the knives in the gangs hand.

"no! Angie! fuck off already!" i shouted at him.

"oh shit not again!" i heard him cuss once he saw me before running away.

"yeah! thought so!" i shouted before going up to the old lady.

"are you alright ma'am?" i asked.

"i'm fine short stuff, two seconds more and those boys were gonna meet some pepper spray." she smiled showing me the can.

"now if they had been toating guns, i got one of my own tucked in my bra." she laughed at my shocked face before continuing into the grocery store.

"Taylor! you cant just charge into danger."

"your right." i stated.

"thank you," he sighed with relief.

"she didn't need my help old people are gangster as fuck as it is." i added.

"Taylor..." he groaned.

"yes?" 

"lets just go eat." he said shaking his head in defeat, before grabbing my hand and walking to the restaurant.

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after dinner and a movie we went to the park Dillan thinking it was romantic at night. living on the streets ends that romance for me. but he liked it so i was happy to go.

"see that spot over these? thats where.i learned to roller skate." he said with a smile holding my hand as we walked.

"i bet you were adorable!" i admired.

"lost a tooth to it." he added and i laughed.

a few minutes passed before i chimed in.

"see that spot there? a guy tried to steal my back pack and i kicked him in the nuts before jumping on his head." i smiled at the memory.

"oh... how old were you?" he asked not knowing how to comment.

"i was ten." i shrugged.

"do you ever think maybe... you need to let some of that go into the past?" he asked carefully.

"what do you mean?" i asked him.

"well, you used to live on the streets you don't anymore, maybe its time to leave it behind you?" he says carefully.

i took a deep breath before responding. i know what he's trying to say. i don't always need to be on the defense, i don't always need to stand my ground, i don't need to keep my hand over the back of my bag in case of a pick pocket. some habits die hard though and a lot of these never will.

"Dillan, you like ketchup with everything? right."

"yeah?" he said confused by the shift.

"every single meal you have a side of ketchup even if you don't use it. it's a habit of yours." i continue.