Best Friends Yet Enemys (6)

'Oh that' I said tearing my gaze to the sky above.

'Well you see the thing is.....'

' What is it?' he asked with a soft and gentle voice.

' Tell me I can trust you Taylor?' I pleaded.

' Yes, you can trust me' He said.

I poured my heart out that afternoon. I told him everything from my dad dying to the abuse and the pain that he himself caused. We both cried together that day and we both realized that we really needed each other. I think the fact of the matter is that I'm in love with Taylor.

This isn't some crush or puppy love. This is real love. I may be fifteen and in love. But I am the only fifteen year old that has experienced this. But there is one problem. Does he love me like I love him?

That one question was super glued in my head all the way home. Taylor offered to walk me but it was too risky I didn't want Kyle bumping into us.

I tried going to sleep but it just wasn't coming. I just had too many things to think about. Taylor suggested I tell the social services about my mother. But she's my mother and no matter what she says or does I still have her blood in me I can't turn my back on her she needs me.

The next day was a Saturday so I decided to stay home and relax I have had a pretty traumatic week.

I lay in my bedroom just staring at my ceiling, until someone knocked on my door.

Nobody ever knocked on my door. Not the maid and never had my mother ever stepped into my room since the day dad died.

I grabbed a baseball bat from the side of my bed just in case my mother was going to try to kill me again. I wouldn't really use it I would just want to scare her off so she wouldn't hurt me.

'Come in' I said in a brave voice.

The door opened and in came my mother. She was different though. She didn't have the look that she usually did. The look that meant she was going to hurt me, she didn't have that. She looked sober and calm but pained at the same time.

She came and sat beside me and took the bat away from me and put it down. I just stared at her dumb-struck.

'I'm so sorry Amy' she cried and pulled me into a hug.

I hugged her back. My mom was back! She called me Amy!

'Mom, oh Mom' I kept repeating those words.

When we had both calmed down, she looked at me.

'I have hurt you too much Amy and I feel disgusted by my actions. Somebody came round here yesterday and gave me an ear full about what a rubbish mother I have been. No amount of sorrys can erase what I have done. I have decided to take a break and I am going to go out of the country and get some help. I am going to leave you with a long lost friend and he has a son that goes to your school. His name is Terry and his son is Taylor.'

I was shocked,happy and upset. I had so many mixed emotions that i couldn't believe it. This was amazing but I would miss my mother at least she was making an effort and now that she is getting help its brilliant.

Now what would Taylor think of this?

SORRY DIDN'T GET TIME TO PROOFREAD I KNOW THERE ISN'T MUCH ROMANCE BUT THERE WILL BE. HEY AT LEAST AMY'S MOM IS GETTING HELP INIT? XXXXXXXXXXXX sorry its short x