You were Taylor swift and Taylor Lautner’s kid, but you lived with your dad and haven’t seen your mom since birth. All way good with your dad, you guys were super close. You had a pretty good life for most 13 year olds…

PRESENT

It was a random Tuesday morning, all’s well and fine until you walked into your living room… You were traumatized. There lied your dad, dead on the couch… There was an orange bottle on the coffee table… you felt sick to your stomach. It was all so sudden… you were so shocked, you couldn’t even cry. You just stood there, frozen in place. You didn’t believe it, you didn’t… who would you live with now? You were only 13…

Taylor’s pov

She’s sleeping in her bed, it’s 7:46 AM, and then she gets woken up by her phone ringing. She didn’t recognize the number… but she didn’t hang up because it didn’t look like a personal number… she had a spam detecter, so when she looked closer, the call was labeled “CPS” Her heart dropped… She hadn’t seen you since you were born…

“What could’ve happened?” She wondered to herself with wide eyes and a racing mind, blurring most of her coherent thoughts

She answered the call… she didn’t pick up much from the CPS caller, but she made out the words “Your child’s father,” “overdose,” “live with,” and the address of the office you were at.

She drives to the CPS office, still in a mini trance. When she arrives, she speed walks to the front desk and asks for the room number you were in

“17A” The receptionist responded, showing a look of empathy, clearly having heard of what happened

Taylor continued to speed walk to your room, and when she gets there, she hesitates. She hasn’t seen you in years… But you were still her child. She had to do this, for you

She entered the room slowly, careful not to startle you. The sounds of soft crying could be more clearly heard now than from behind the door

“(insert name)..?” She asked, softly and cautiously, hoping you didn’t react negatively