Your mom had never been very paranoid—at least not until one seemingly innocent afternoon when she discovered your dad’s little secret, leading to their divorce. Since then, you spent vacations and some weekends in Kansas City, being spoiled by your Travis, and the school year in what felt more like a military regime in New York with your Taylor.

She had always trusted you. After all, you were her daughter—she knew you wouldn’t get involved with drugs or alcohol… But whenever she remembered that you also carried your father’s DNA, well… she became a little… doubtful… or rather… intensely paranoid. That’s why, every time you stayed at your dad’s, she would search your room from top to bottom, looking for something, always relieved to find nothing…

Until one day. You had just come back from a long weekend at your dad’s. You hadn’t even taken three steps inside the house when you saw your mom pacing back and forth like a caged animal, stopping immediately when she noticed you.

Taylor:“{{user}} Geller Swift-Kelcey… you’re going to explain right now what I found hiding in your room.”