Please note: These pictures are not mine I got them off the internet to give the reader a general idea of things.
Taylie's eyes and hair
A young picture of Cephas
Chapter one, Part 1.
Taylie & Charlotte
~~NOTE: SOMETIMES I CHANGE THE STORYLINE, SO IF IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE YOU'VE READ, ITS A GOOD IDEA TO RE-READ THE STORY. ENJOY~~
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“Let me see it,” I said as Taylie squirmed in her seat. She held out her finger and peered at me with her brilliant green eyes as I examined the scrape, it was shallow but bleeding. I placed a band aid on it gently and gave it a kiss. “Now go play.”
“But I’m injured!”
“Is that what the soldiers say?” She loved to hear stories about soldiers in the books I read to her at night.
“Soldiers don’t play” she said and folded her arms, thinking she had outwitted me.
“Alright, what do you want to do?”
She thought about it a while then said “Um…I’m gonna go play.” I laughed as little four-year-old Taylie ran for the door. I watched her out the window, her bare feet browned with dirt as she chased her little black bunny around the yard. The sun cast it’s golden rays on her long curly red hair and set it on fire. Her large ringlets bounced and shimmered, her ashen skin making perfect contrast in the light. I stood at the window with my mouth agape. Why couldn’t I have some of her perfectness? I thought about my pathetic brown wavy hair in its messy side ponytail and sighed.
I walked into our little old country kitchen and began making dinner.
My thoughts drifted as I browned the ground beef. Out of nowhere I heard a loud gunshot followed by a child’s
scream, coming from the front of the house, where Taylie was. I screamed and nearly jumped out
The door and just couldn’t run to her fast enough. She lay on her side with her bunny in her arms, her
piercing green eyes wide with absolute fear. I realized with relief that she had not been hit,
but she had her hand placed on her hair on the side of her head, I gently moved her hand and gasped…
There was a red line on her cheek where the bullet grazed her skin, it was slightly burned and her hair had a
dark burn spot. When she got over the shock she began to scream and cry in my arms. My eyes stung but I
knew for her I had to keep it together, I nearly lost her! Try keeping it together when- then a sudden thought
came into my head, someone, some horrid person, tried to kill the only
person dear to me. I stroked the graze and a burning, bitter hatred, boiled up inside me. I stood up, Taylie in
arms and the bunny at my heals, and tramped inside.
I was hit by a burning smell as soon as stepped in the
doorway. “Shoot,” I muttered and ran to the living room and placed Taylie on the couch then ran for the
kitchen, I got there just in time to see the pan ignite. I grabbed the handle then pulled away. I ignored my
burn as I tore through a drawer looking for a pot-holder, when I found one I threw the flaming pan
into the sink and turned the faucet on. I sighed when the fire was out and nearly forgot about Taylie.
I jumped up and ran into the living room as I remembered the other incident. Sitting down carefully, I
pulled Taylie close and the tears began to stream down my tired face. How many bad things can happen in
one day? Wait, no, that’s a bad question. I got distracted by the ticking of the clock and glanced at the time,
six already? Just then Taylie began to snap out of it, “Mommy, what happened? I’m scared! Don’t let the
bad man get me!” I loved it when she called me Mommy, I wasn’t her real mom though, I’m only 24.
Her real mom died when she was born, or so I was told, but little Taylie had no relatives and nobody wanted her, I worked as a nurse at the hospital where she was "born" and I stole her home. She started breathing heavily and I soothed her and sung our lullaby,
Hush, this is only the beginning of your song
I am here, though you mother is gone
I love you more
Than all but thy Lord
Hush this is only the middle of your song
I am here though your father is gone
I love you more
Than all but thy Lord
I know it wasn’t long
But hush, this is the end of your song.
She whimpered but soon fell asleep. I put some aloe on her burn and put her in my bed. I went to the
kitchen and cleaned up my mess, thankfully, there wasn’t any damage. I nibbled on a sandwich and
thought about what she’d said. Don't let the bad man get me! Her words rang in my head. I felt the need
to stay with her at all times so I went into my room and watched her peaceful face as she slept. Eventually
it got late and I slid in the bed next to her and pulled her close.
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In the morning I got up before Taylie so I could make her breakfast on our slightly burned stove. She liked
waffles so I made her waffles and grits, I knew she would be hungry and I wanted to give her something
healthy besides waffles. I got distracted by waiting for Taylie to rise and almost burned the waffles. I began
to wonder what was with the burning lately, when I heard soft footprints on the tile. I turned toward the
Taylie came down the hall yawning and scratching her head. I went over to her and swung her up in
my arms. “Mommy.” She complained when I held her like a baby. I put her on my hip and she hugged
me tight. “I made you waffles.” I said.
“Yay! I love waffles.” she grinned
“I made you some grits too.”
“Ugh..” She made a face.
“You have to eat it or you will get sick.” I warned her.
“I am a little hungry..”
I put her down in her seat and poured her some orange juice. “Mommy, where’s Cephas?” I chuckled whenever she said her bunny’s name, it means Peter in some language I can’t remember, but its sounds funny coming from a four-year-old. She wanted to call him Peter when we first go him but I told her too many bunnies already had that name then I remembered from somewhere that Cephas meant Peter, so I suggested that and she liked it. “I brought him inside after you fell asleep.”
“Where is he now?” she said tilting her head to the side, she often did that when she asked questions.
“I think he’s under the couch.”
“I’m gonna go get him.” Poor bunny.
“Taylie-” but I let her go get the little guy.
“What?” She came back with the fluffy thing in her arms,“Don’t forget to feed him.” She rolled her eyes at that- she always fed him. “I know Mom!” she exclaimed startling Cephas. I just laughed and we ate our breakfast. All three of us.
When breakfast was over I cleaned up the kitchen with Taylie.
“can I watch TV?” She asked hesitantly.
“No, but you can play with Cephas inside or read a book or clean, there are lots of things you can do besides rot your brain in front of that TV.” I'm trying to remember why I bought that thing.
“Can I go swimming in the pond?” call me crazy, but yes, she does swim in our pond.
“I don’t want you to go outside honey, but you could take a bath.” I was still getting over yesterdays trauma, but I didn't want to remind her.
“That’s so boring!”
“Well than I don't know what to tell you.”
Later, I heard the water running.
It was then I remembered something important, I never called the police. What was I thinking? As if on cue, it started raining. I didn’t think much of it until I realized it would wash away all the evidence! I grabbed a tarp from the cupboard and ran out the door into the rain. I placed the tarp over where the bullet had made impact with the ground. I felt a little silly doing it, who knew if it would even help? What can they get from a bullet? I suddenly had a scared feeling. I looked around me but I couldn’t see far in the rain. I hurried inside to see Taylie waiting for me with Cephas wrapped in her arms. “What is it?” I asked curiously, “Cephas pooped in the tub.” She stated.
“Oh. Well did you clean it up?” I said trying not to smile at her honesty.
“Uh, it went down the drain.” She shrugged
“Ok,” I said trying to hide my giggles.
I remembered again why I was dripping on the carpet. I went to the phone shivering and a bit later I waited for the cop cars to pull down the driveway.
(about a month later)
I thought again about what the investigators had said- "It was probably a stray bullet from nearby, we don't think you need to worry about it; but call us if anything else happens.." It just didn't seem right, it's like they didn't even care that my daughter had almost been killed! They didn't even really investigate the area, they just asked me a few questions. No camera crews, no interviewing, nothing on the news. Like it didn't even happen. I felt chills go down my spine. Suddenly I could've sworn I saw a dark shadowy figure dart past the window. Terrified, I clutched the crucifix at my neck and made the sign of the cross. I didn't see anything else but it grew cloudy outside and a few heavy drops tapped on the roof. As usual, the love of my life Taylie comes in, always at the weirdest times. "What've you been up to darling?" I asked.
"Just playing with my Barbies," she answered with a yawn, "Cephas watched and helped me pick out clothes."
"That's nice. Do you need some more? I can make them easy."
"Yeah sure! I love the clothes you make!"
"Alright then, what do you want me to make?"
"Dwesses!! Lots of pretty dwesses!! she squealed.
"It's dresses, and I'll make lots of them." I said smiling
"Yay! I'm hungry. Can I have some strawberwies?"
"Sure." I chuckled and gave them to her.
Although it had been a while, the "incident" was still sharp in my mind. It was like a sore throat, no matter what you were doing, or how hard you tried to ignore it, it kept invading your every thought. Partly because every time I looked at Taylie, I was reminded by the faint mark on the side of her head, and also because of the strange things going on around our house. I had become accustom to the strange howls and calls in the woods, though sometimes there would be an even more unearthly call, that would send shivers down my spine. At night, they seemed to come nearer, and I could only pray Taylie wouldn't begin to notice. If ever we went outside, there was always the feeling of being watched, and every now and then I heard something scrambling around in the trees. Based on what it sounded like, it had to have been something VERY large with razor sharp claws, yet as fast and agile in the trees as a squirrel. A four-hundred pound squirrel. But we didn't have big cats around here, that's what really freaked me out. The first time I heard it I was scared stiff, but nothing happened. The second time I wasn't afraid, I actually felt relaxed, safe, in a kind of awe. But unearthly creatures aren't my only worry, at night, if I don't hear the cries, I hear helicopters circling the dense maple and aspen forest around the house.
Taylie was supposed to go to pre-school this fall, but I felt uneasy about it. I've decided to homeschool her, for our own safety. I learned from work the other night that Taylie is not in the system. I work from 10:00PM-4:00AM at the hospital in Labor & Delivery on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and while it had quieted down, I snuck into the room with all the birth records in it. According to my co-worker and good friend Emely, every single baby that passes through our doors, born or unborn, gets recorded. Kinda weird, but I have more important things to worry about. I opened the file cabinet labeled L-Z...
I was only able to find one document from Taylie's mother, Antonina Sandlen. According to the record, She had been sent to our hospital after her late-term abortion procedure was botched, Aswand she went into labor. Because of our policies, we were not allowed to treat Taylie. Because Taylie was so far along and knowing her mother wouldn't make it, a vain attempt was made to contact any relatives. No luck. This is where I came in. I was ordered to take little Taylie down to the morgue to be left "to pass away peacefully," as they put it. But I knew the truth. I knew Taylie could have suffered hours or days before the cold of the morgue took her. An awful thing it was, and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't leave her tiny body there in the dark, new to the world, not knowing it would soon be over. No one to love her. Unwanted. So I took action. I had a large bag I used to change out of my nurses outfit, and nestled tiny Taylie, swaddled in cloth, into the bag. She was so small with precious red peach fuzz on her scalp...
I was initially concerned about how well I would be able to teach Taylie, but as time went on, she made my job easy by being a bright and eager student. Life began to feel normal again, the weird noises in the woods became less frequent, and the feeling of being watched vanquished. The memory of that day when Taylie was nearly shot didn't trouble me as much any more, I tried to brush it off as an accident like they said. I was still cautious of letting Taylie go anywhere alone, as she was so precious to me. I let my mother believe I adopted her impulsively when a teen mom who gave birth at our hospital was giving her up, as I was uncomfortable with the truth. My father must know the truth, he passed away years before she came into my life.