Read Swept Away: The First Bloodline Online
Authors: Crystal Smith
Swept Away: The First Bloodline (2 page)
Taylor didn’t say much after that. Later on that night, she was standing at the sink washing supper dishes remembering the last time Chase had been there to help her. The last time she allowed him to help her do anything.
*****
“Pass me those plates.” Taylor reached up and handed them to him, admiring just how damn sexy he looked standing there doing something as simple as dishes. He stood 6 foot tall and towered her short 5 foot 2 inch height. Chase was built like a God. Taylor always had felt scrawny next to him, while extremely safe.
“Taylor what are you doing?” He didn’t have to look at her. She knew he knew exactly what she was doing. Lusting after her incredibly sexy man. He always knew what she was up to. She was an open book to him, Chase understood her like no one else ever did. The connection between them was like nothing she could have ever imagined.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Taylor stood behind him, slipping her hands into the back pockets of his Levis. Oh his wonderfully filled out Levis, with that butt. You know the one. The one you see in the commercials. Yes, that butt!
“Staring at my ass instead of rinsing the now full sink of dishes is exactly what you’re doing Babe. Wanna try to deny it? We can play hard to get again if you’d like. It holds so many more possibilities.” Taylor laughed at him when he said it. He really did know her all to well. Before she could respond to him, he spun around, ripping her hands from his ass, grabbing her face and kissed her. Not just a ‘you better get back to rinsing dishes kiss’, but a ‘hurry let’s get this done, so I can ravage you all night kiss’.
His mouth tasted of fried chicken. Taylor loved the way his tongue would conquer hers, no matter how hard she tried to play hard to get. Or the way he could force her mouth open and take what he wanted. She loved the way the feel of his hard, muscular, chest against her breast, would make her weak in the knees. And she loved the way he felt when he was deep inside her, moving as if his only duty in life was to pleasure her.
*****
“Tay, come on don’t cry. He wouldn’t want that. You know that.”
“How do you know what he would want? How do I know what he would want? It’s not like he can tell me what he wants. He never told me what he wanted and it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. It’s not like I wanted this. God damn it! I can’t do this! I want him back Liz. I want to wake up and feel his arms around me. I want to smell him again. I want to get mad at him again. I want to argue with him so we can have incredible make up sex. I want him!!!.” Taylor wiped the tears and then continued to vent.
“Do you know what it's like to have this huge, hole in your chest, that’s there no matter what you do, and keeps getting bigger and bigger and there isn’t anything you can do about it? Do you know what it's like to dread going back to work every day, because I have to deal with sick people? Do you have any idea how I feel every damn day? I'm lost Liz. I can’t do this without him. God has to hate me. He has to. Why else would he take him away from me? Can you tell me that?
"Or how sometimes when the house is really quiet, I can catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. Or at night when the house is completely quiet, I can almost hear his laugh. Or when I catch a strong scent of him next to me. A cool whisper of air next to my neck. All the damn time! Do you know that sometimes I still expect him to walk right through those doors to me? Wrap his arms around me and tell me he loves me. Tell me he’s sorry for leaving me and he's missed me terribly, as much as I him and he will never do it again! Why? Why Liz, just tell me?"
She didn't mean to scream Lord knows, definitely not Liz all people. She had been her rock and savior from complete insanity since that day, it was just that anger now ran in the place of the blood in her veins and seemed to only grow day after day and no matter what she did to try to let go of it, it only got worse the more she thought about it, the more she tried to forgive Chase for not staying with her.
Liz grabbed a hold of her, embracing her and just let her cry. She always knew what Taylor needed. Had been six years since Chase's death but to Taylor each day felt like the same day over and over again. The day she had to say goodbye. The day she had to bury the entirety of her life. The day her heart no longer needed to beat because life no longer existed in her body.
The day God should have taken her with Chase, because she became nothing more than a walking, talking, breathing corpse of a body that had nothing left.
Six weeks after the funeral, Liz convinced her after weeks of throwing up non-stop to go to the doctor. When the doctor told her she was pregnant, her heart stopped. She couldn’t believe it. Chase and her had tried for 5 years to get pregnant and never did.
She had been so busy with Chase she hadn’t noticed the signs. She had missed several periods but then that was nothing for Taylor. Her periods were always coming and going and that was one of the reasons the doctors had thought it was so hard for her to conceive.
Only five months later Zacharia Thomas and Ashley Paige were born. Both healthy as they could be. The first look into Zach’s eyes were like looking straight into Chase’s.
Liz moved in after to help Taylor with raising a set of twins. Without Liz, she hadn’t know what she would have done. Everything from that point on revolved around the babies. Taylor worked days, Liz worked evenings. The twins were on an easy schedule for sleeping and feeding and Taylor and Liz soon fell into that schedule as well.
Chapter Two
“Taylor tonight you and I sister are so going out. Won’t take no for an answer anymore. Ms. Rosa said she’d babysit and we’re going. You have to get out of this house. No excuses, I’ve got everything covered.”
Liz tapped her foot half expecting Taylor to argue the point with her but when she didn’t Liz was thrown back with a simple “Ok.” Taylor could see the shock all over Liz’s face and chuckled..
“Are you actually gonna go out with me without any arguing or excuses on why you can’t?” Sarcasm noted in her voice.
“You told me no excuses. Besides I wouldn’t mind it. I could use a drink or two maybe twenty.” They both laughed. “There is one problem. What the hell am I going to wear? I can’t exactly wear scrubs. It’s not like I have kept up with the latest fashion and accessories. And if you wanna go out tonight, we don’t have time for one of your runway extravaganzas. As much as you know I’ll miss that.”
“Easy. I like my runway extravaganzas thank you very much. You still have that outfit you wore to Kevin’s birthday party don’t ya?”
“You know I do, but I don’t know about that. It’s freezing outside tonight. Haven’t you noticed that?”
“It’s perfect. Do it. See ya in an hour. Be ready. Don’t worry about the kids; I can take them over to Ms. Rosa’s. GET. READY. NOW!” Taylor laughed when she picked up the bossy tone Liz had used with her.
By the time Taylor had finished showering and doing her hair she had already easily talked herself out of going. She didn’t want to go out and party. Well, maybe a little bit, but her party days were long over. Going out and having a few drinks was one thing, but truth be known, she didn’t want twenty drinks, just a couple to relax.
Taylor walked out of her room dead set on not going.
This was a stupid idea.
She would just stay at home and watch some TV. She didn’t need to go out to relax. Just needed some quiet time. With the twins at Ms. Rosa’s and Liz going out there was no reason Taylor couldn’t get it right there in the comfort of her home.
“Oh no you don’t! You march your ass right back in there and get ready. This is no joke, I’m not playing nor am I gonna let you back out this time. Do it now. Go on now. I’m serious.”
“I don’t think I can. Just the thought of it is, is, well, I can’t ok. I mean, I don’t wanna go and spend the entire night out. I just wanna go and have a few then come home and go to sleep. And besides I don’t feel right about this. I feel like going out and moving on is like I am… hell I don’t know.” Taylor shrugged her shoulders dropping her head to prevent Liz from seeing the tears forming.
“Like your forgetting him, like you’re moving on, that’s what you are supposed to do Tay. You are supposed to move on. I swear if you don’t go in there and get ready so help me God I will drag you out of this house with your jammies on and I won’t stop at the mall on the way! Tears won’t get you out of this one! You told me you wanted to live again. Feel whole, complete. How in the hell are you supposed to do that when you have been living like you’re the one that died?” Liz said it as if Taylor had used it as an excuse before.
Taylor stared at Liz. “Fine! Ok. Give me a few minutes. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not staying out all night. Do I need to just take my own car? Because I don’t have a problem with that you know?”
“Nice try. Take your own vehicle and you won’t show up. I know what you’re trying to pull. Give it up Tay, you’re going!” Liz’s brows moved together.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor stepped out wearing a blue turtle neck, black straight mini skirt, dark hose, and black boot heels that came up just below her knee.
“I don’t know about this. Are you sure this is ok? You don’t think I’m too slutty wearing this skirt? I don’t wanna seem easy and appear as if I am looking but I don’t want to be the laugh of the crowd ether.”
“Are you kidding, you’re hot. That’s great.” Liz smiled at Taylor briefly before turning and walking out the door. Taylor took a deep breath attempting to soothe the bundle of nerves that were building in the pit of her stomach.
*****
The minute Liz parked the car she looked over at Taylor. She was spinning her wedding band. Staring at it. Lost in it as if it were hypnotizing her. Secretly questioning, if it were ok for a widow to go out clubbing with her sister. She turned to Liz.
“I don’t wanna talk about it ok. Let’s just have a good time tonight.” Taylor smiled at Liz.
“You got it.” Liz smiled back.
When the door opened to the club the music was blaring and the cloud of cigarette smoke slapped her in the face. She immediately turned looking at Liz. Before Taylor could run, Liz grabbed her hand squeezing to the point circulation was cut off.
"Do this for me please. We both need this. I need my sister back Tay. I miss you. I miss all the fun that we used to have together. You know you weren't the only one who lost. We all did. It's time Taylor. It's time to let go." When the tears were visible in Liz's eyes Taylor squeezed her hand back and with butterflies doing Flip-flops in her stomach and with the not so pleasant aroma of smoke engulfing her she went in.
The last time she had been here it had been with Chase. Taylor stood there looking around remembering getting irritated because the bouncer carded her at the door and it had been raining. He wouldn't even let her step in while she dug out her ID from her purse.
Fighting the tears back and knowing that if Liz seen the tears it would only cause her more grief. Taylor quickly shook away her thoughts.
The blasting music in the air retched through her eardrums again shocking her and reminding her why she didn't come to places like this anymore. It wasn't that she did enjoy the music that was being played, but she didn't like it extremely loud.
The place was totally crowded. People dancing and having a good time. Taylor looked around quickly finding a table. Thank God as the majority of the tables had already been taken.
"Come on Tay, let's go." Liz was full of excitement when she pointed to the dance for. Taylor looked around at all the other women. Bumping and grinding on the men. Not her thing anymore she thought.
“I'll set this one out. Give me a chance to get a drink and in me first. I'll catch the next one with you. You know loosen up a little." Taylor waited for her to go on and she was glad that Liz did.
"Grab me a Morgan and Dew please." Were the only words that Liz spoke before she was gone on the dance floor dancing and enjoying herself for the first time Taylor had seen in a long time.
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"What can I get ya?" Taylor hadn't even noticed the waitress come up.
"Capt. Morgan and Mountain Dew, and a Bud Light with an iced mug please."
“Be right back." Taylor watched the waitress shimmy off to fetch the order.
Taylor stared at the way everyone was dressed. One woman was wearing light-colored jeans with intricate designs on the back pockets paired with a pink shimmery top. She looked nice. The next wearing a short black skirt, flats, and purple halter. Taylor thought and kind of chuckled at the fact that if the woman bent over she would know if the panties matched the outfit.
Slut
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