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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.......
‘Dad? Dad? I’m so sorry. I know it’s all my fault. I know that, but please.....don’t hate me.....please?’
Psychiatrists came, and went.
‘Just bloody bash the door down! Who gives a crap? It’s just a friggin’ door!’
Management came that night and knocked on the door as Walker tended to his wife’s bruises.
‘Hello? This is Walker Hanson. Taylor Hanson’s father. I think someone in your house may have been receiving some calls from my son and as you may well have heard he is in a serious situation right now and well, anything you may know would be of great assistance.’
Walker stormed into his eldest son’s room as soon as he had ended his call to Peta.
Destiny was called.
A feeling of unease and sorrow had descended on the room, everyone sat around, not knowing what to do, not even knowing why they were there.
Something is going to happen. Ike thought.
Zac seemed to sense the urgency of the situation more than anyone.
Ike stirred from his thoughts to see tears coursing nonstop down Zac’s face.
Taylor could hear them, outside his door.
Walker stared through his eldest child.
It was worse now.
If that was possible.
Hanson was officially on hold.
Indefinitely.
And now, not only did he have a son locked in a room suffering depression, he had another son who had caused the whole thing.
He had no idea what he was going to do.
All with the same thing to conclude.
‘I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Hanson. There is nothing we can do.’
Then the idea cropped up to go and break the door down and get Taylor out.
But that idea seemed to be knocked back.
Zac couldn’t understand why.
All he wanted was his brother back.
He didn’t care in what shape, size or mental state.
He just wanted him back.
And he certainly did give a damn about a door.
‘Zac! Mind your language! And besides, Dr. Hasten said that Taylor has to come out by himself, we have to let him do it himself and not force him or he may never recover.’
‘Don’t you understand? That’s my brother in there! My brother who I haven’t seen in five whole days! Why don’t you understand that?’ Zac let loose on his mother, slamming his fists on her front, releasing his pent up anger and loss.
‘Zac! Zac please!’
But Diana could not restrain her son and soon he had her shaking, pinned up against the wall.
She had never seen this violent side to him and the way he was laying into her she was scared.
Very scared.
On the other side of the room Jessica sat on the bed with her feet pulled up to her chest clutching a shirt of Taylor’s that had been in her room, rocking slowly.
But she didn’t get up to help her mother, even when she screamed for help.
She just sat there and felt as though she was going insane.
‘Taylor.’ She murmured.
‘Where is my Tayles? Where has he gone? Why is it so dark where he is?’
They brought with them something that they thought might help the Hanson family.
It was a phone bill from Room 463.
A room booked under the name Steven and Jenny Dawson.
Taylor Hanson’s room.
It contained a dozen or so calls to a local number.
And management thought the Hanson’s should know that their, at the present time, estranged son had been making phone calls.
And, of course, anything to please their most prestigious guests.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent.
‘Hello? This is very important. Do you know of anything?’
‘Taylor.......is he? Is he ok?’
Walker inhaled sharply.
‘Who is this I am speaking to? Do you know anything about my son? Please! Tell me!’
‘Yes....I, Taylor, rings me. I mean we met and he.....oh god! Is he ok? I told him to hang on....’ the voice trailed off.
‘You know what’s wrong with Taylor? You have had contact with him in the past days? Please, tell me all you know. Is it what Isaac said? Does it have anything to do with Destiny? You’ve got to tell me!’
‘Destiny.......poor Taylor.’
‘Isaac? Clarke Isaac Hanson! Open this door immediately!’
The door opened slowly and a bleary eyed Ike poked his head out.
‘What’s the matter dad? Is it Tay? Have you heard anything?’
‘Do you know a girl called Peta? Did Tay mention anything to you about her?’
Ike looked blankly at his father.
‘What? Peta? Who the hell is Peta?’
‘Some mystery girl Taylor has been getting in contact with over the past few days. She seems to think she knows what’s wrong with him. Is what you said about Destiny true? Could that really be the reason for all this?’
Ike slumped against the door jam.
He knew his father hadn’t believed him when he had told him why Taylor had done this.
Now it looked like a total stranger knew more about Taylor than his whole family did.
Why?
‘Ike? Are you ok? Look, Peta is on her way over here now. I want you to call Destiny and get her over here too. Maybe we can finally get to the bottom of this.’
Ike shook his head.
‘No, dad. You call Destiny. I can’t.’
Peta arrived.
Dr. Hasten also came, just incase Taylor was ready for the “healing process.”
Destiny sobbed quietly into Diana’s bruised chest.
Isaac and Zac huddled together in a corner.
Dr. Hasten spoke quietly to Walker and Sally, the Hanson’s nanny took care of the little ones in another room.
Peta walked around in a daze, not fully comprehending the situation.
The little ones cried and cried for their brother.
He was sure of it.
He knew not what, but he knew.
For although it had always seemed Ike and Tay were closer, Zac had been the one who above all others was able to feel other’s pain.
Especially Tay’s.
It was as though Zac could read Taylor’s mind.
Or had been able too.
Until Tay......
But now, as Zac sat there watching everyone around him float around as if in world’s of their own he felt something.
He felt Tay.
Reaching out to him.
Telling him something.
And it was as if.......goodbye.
More and more flowed from his eyes and Zac made no attempt to wipe them away.
And though Ike had barely seen Zac’s eyes dry since Tay had locked himself away, it frightened him.
There was something different about Zac’s tears.
Something loose.
Something final.
Ike watched as Zac silently stood, turned and walked towards the window.
He sat and stared out at the clouds forming, bringing a storm.
And although they were on opposite sides of the room Ike could have sworn he heard Zac whisper,
‘Goodbye Tay........’
Talking in hushed tones.
Sad, melancholic voices, filled with tears.
Not unlike Tay’s eyes.
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