Chapter 52

                                    

                                          
Hi all,
                          
So this chapter is mainly dialogue so bare with me, but please pay attention because what is said is important for the next few chapters :)
                          
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Happy reading!
                          
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I slowly crept up the mansion staircase at three in the morning. I had spent the last nine or so hours with Jack. He always did have a way of keeping me calm in my time off need. 
                          
"Taylor" a deep voice cried from behind me when I was a quarter the way up the staircase "Taylor!" 
                          
The voice belonged to my uncle Jared; when uncle Nate stopped giving a shit about everything to do with the business after uncle Donny died, Uncle Jared took over keeping us all in line. 
                          
No one can contain me; they're all so hung up on keeping me safe that they don't know how to save me from myself. I was a little more dramatic then. 
                          
I entered my bedroom to find Miranda and Rosemary, sound asleep in their beds; I entered my ensuite bathroom where I opened the window, lit up a cigarette from my back pocket and began smoking weed. 
                          
This was all back in 2009 when not even medical Cannabis was legal in New York. 
                          
I just sat onto my bathroom tiles and smoked away. I needed a release from something that wouldn't leave me with a hangover the following day. 
                          
Uncle Nate used to say that drugs and alcohol fuck with your mind, but that day I so desperately wanted to feel nothing. I needed something strong enough to numb my thoughts, which I knew he wouldn't understand. 
                          
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The next few days I was on autopilot.
                          
It was Thursday the twenty-fifth of February when I laid in bed past noon; I was hung over from the night before, and my family knew it. 
                          
"Taylor!" I remember a voice screaming from beside my bed. 
                          
"What?" I yawned, struggling to lift my heavy eyelids. 
                          
"Get the fuck out of bed" Michael ordered as he stood in his white button up and dark jeans. 
                          
I respond by flashing him my middle finger. Suddenly I felt shivers down my spine; caused by a bucket of ice cold water being thrown on me. 
                          
"What the fuck!" I shot my eyes open to see Michael with a red bucket in his hands. 
                          
"Now!" He ordered. 
                          
"Go fuck yourself!" I cried. 
                          
Suddenly my Uncle Jason entered my room in fury "that's it! I'm fucking sick of this shit" he then took his hand and pulled me by the hair whilst walking in the opposite direction of my bed, dragging me through my family's mansion. 
                          
"Get the fuck off me, you cunt!" I yelled as he dropped me in the kitchen, in front of uncle Jared, Aunt Kat, Chace, and Uncle Nate. 
                          
"What do you think you're doing?" Uncle Nate firmed his eyes at uncle Jason from his seat around the table. 
                          
"I found this in the bathroom" Uncle Jason threw eighteen ounces of weed at uncle Nate that was held in a clear plastic bag.
                          
Michael then entered the kitchen. "And these beside her bed" he placed two empty bottles of Vodka onto the kitchen table. 
                          
At that moment, all eyes were on me; Chace seemed the most disappointed, looking back, I believe that he pitied me the most.  
                          
I rolled my eyes at them. "Like you've never smoked or drunk before" I said as turning my back on my family, walking out the kitchen.