you and taylor meet up at olive garden, for dinner and a glass of wine. As you guys do every tueseday.

"That ain't my merlot on his mouth."

taylor says, and takes a sip of the red wine, shaking her head, as the jewelery on her neck shakes in the movement on her neck.

"You know, that ain't my jewelery on our joint account."

she says as she swallows the red wine - all in one. She then looks at you with a kinda worried expression

"You don't think he's cheating, is he? I think he did it...i just can't prove it."

she asks. Your night continues and next week, tueseday night at olive garden...taylor wasn't there? She wasn't at her job or...anywhere.

"I mean, good thing Taylor's sister swore that she was with me.."

you say to yourself, getting ready, putting on your shoes to go look for Taylor.

"And good thing my dad made me get a boating license when i was fifteen..."

you whisper to yourself, wirh a stupid grin. You walk outside to the lake you had, gets in to the boat, driving around 'till you see atleast something.

just then, when you were gonna cut it out, you hear a scream for help, a scream you could hear from long distance...a blood curling scream, in the middle of nowhere.

you drove your boat there and oh my god...

"Taylor!?"

you call out...there is a person laying in the woods...tall body, blonde hair...taylor?