2:24 Conversations

Jackson was in the garden, trying to get some peace and quiet. Madison and her 'boyfriend' were very noisy, and that mixed with the heat was too much to bear.

Taylor had seen him exit the back door, and had decided now was as good a time as any. She slowly climbed down the few steps off the porch onto the cobblestone patio.
"Dad..." She immediately wished she hadn't said anything. Now she had to carry on, she couldn't just sneak back inside and ignore it all. Jackson turned to his eldest daughter.
"Hey, Taylor. Escaping the riot too?" He smiled and Taylor stepped closer.

Taylor took a deep breath.
"We need to talk." She said, simply. Jacksons face fell at the seriousness in her tone.
"Ok. What about?" Taylor chewed her lip for a moment. Trying to find the words.
"I know." She settled with. Hoping it would be enough. Jackson just looked really confused.
"You know what?"
"About Trisha. About your life before you moved here. I know all of it." Jacksons eyes grew wide in shock. Taylor felt anger beginning to build. If he didn't say something in the next few seconds, she was going to explode.

"How? How do you know about Twinbrook?" He looked worried now. Taylor wasn't sure if he was worried about how she knew, or if he had more to hide than she thought.
"Trisha told me. Or, showed me." She didn't feel like looking at his face to see his reaction.
"What do you mean, Taylor? When did you see her? Did she hurt you?" Taylor stayed silent, looking for an excuse, but she couldn't think of one. "Taylor talk to me!" His voice was sterner now.

Taylor couldn't help herself. She was so angry.
"No she didn't hurt me! I can look after myself you know!" Jackson stood back, shocked by her outburst. "I've met her several times. None of them on purpose, but..." She pondered whether he needed to know all the details, or just the facts.

"Long story short, she implanted her own memories of her relationship with you into my head, and I know all about how you promised her you'd be together forever and then just up and moved here. I know you used to love her, and I know you moved on to mum really quick after she broke up with you."
"What do you mean, 'long story short'? What aren't you telling me?" Jackson ignored what she was saying, and questioned the fact she'd clearly left a lot out. He gave her a look, showing her he was worried, and watched as she swallowed hard and tried to blink back tears.

The dam burst, and she hunched over with her sobs. Jackson didn't know what to do. He'd never seen his daughter so upset, and wasn't sure if it was because of him or something else.
"I met her when I was twelve," She began, wiping the tears from her eyes with her hands, and taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. "She didn't hurt me, she just scared me. She was outside one night when I..." She decided to skip the details about sneaking out of bed on a full moon. "And then my birthday? The fire? I'm not sure, but I think she did that. And then prom week, when I was really ill? That was her. She was controlling me on prom night and because it was a full moon I couldn't do anything for myself, and I think she wants to use me to hurt you." She paused to let it all soak in.

"Taylor, why didn't you tell me?"
"You're changing the subject." Taylor changed the subject herself, she didn't want to say any more. "We were talking about your past with Trisha. Mum doesn't know, does she? She doesn't know that the witch that turned her into a fairy was your high-school sweetheart. Don't you think she deserves that? Don't you think you should tell her?" Jackson sighed. He couldn't argue with her. She was right. He'd meant to tell Lisa years ago, but just hadn't had the heart.

"Well?" Taylor had lowered her voice. She'd been almost shouting earlier, and it seemed entirely possible that Lisa already knew at this point. It wouldn't be surprising if the whole neighbourhood knew. "Don't you think you should go in there and tell her right now?"
"Taylor, if it was that easy, I'd have told her as soon as I knew what Trisha had done. You know I love her, and I don't want to risk loosing her."

Taylor looked at her father. He really did love her mother. It was obvious that she loved him too.
"She loves you too. If she loves you, she'll forgive you. You know telling her is the right thing to do." Jackson nodded and agreed to tell her when she'd finished eating dinner.
"So, do you want to tell me more about your meetings with Trisha? Her controlling you? What do you think will happen next full moon?" Taylor looked like she was about to open up, when the back door suddenly slid open, and Madison and Geoffrey ran out.
"Another time, maybe." Taylor said quietly, before sitting down on the picnic bench and staring at her father, willing him to go inside and have the conversation as promised. He nodded, and walked towards the house. He looked worried. Taylor crossed her fingers. She hoped that he'd tell her everything, and that she would just let it be. She knew she'd be angry, but hoped that she wouldn't do anything drastic.


Random, but if anyone comments can you let me know if I have one of those stupid captcha thingies, and if I do, any idea how to get rid? Thanks! :)


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