Hear Me Now

I was worried about Taylor. She hadn't talked to me when she got to my
house. And she hadn't talked to me any day after. It had been almost
two weeks, and I was getting desperate. I didn't know what to do. I
needed my sister now more than ever.

That Wednesday I called Elliot. We talked about Taylor, about the
baby, and about us.

"Do you want me to try to talk to her Mya?" He asked softly.

"No..." I mumbled thinking about what I could do. "I gotta go." I said
only five minutes later. I heard Elliot sigh, and I smiled.

"Alright. I'll be over later." He replied with a small laugh at the end.

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

~

"I'm worried about her. She won't talk to anyone." I said into the
receiver of my phone that night after Elliot had gone.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't come back. I have stuff I can't
leave here."

"Please? She needs you. She loves you." I sighed closing my eyes.

"Alright... But only for a few days." He replied.

"Thank you SO much." I heard him laugh, then I heard footsteps in the
hall. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up. She was gona
again in an instant. I sighed, hoping he could help. I knew Taylor
needed Chris. And I think he knew it too.