Chapter 18: .Blame. Taylor snapped back to reality and stared angrily and Drew. "Who the hell are you? You lied to me, and you know it. Who are you, no that's not even the right question. WHAT the hell are you??? Some mutant from hell!?!?!?!??!?!?!!"
"My, my, Taylor, no need to be so hostile..."
"HOSTILE MY ASS!! YOU TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PERSONALLY COME AFTER SEE YOU TO YOUR GRAVE...AGAIN!" he fumed.
"You know that's not possible. We have some things to do. I'll explain everything later. But, you better cooperate with me you little brat. I'm telling you, do what you're told or you will pay for it. I have the power to destroy your soul and I'm not afraid to do it. You're body is gone, but you don't want your soul illiminated either, do you?" she laughed evilly.
"*WE* do not have *ANYTHING* to do!!! And what do you mean my body is gone!? What have you done?!?!?! What have you done to me!!!" he screamed and lunged forward, only to be stopped by the appearance of another iron gate.
"JORDAN TAYLOR HANSON!!! I told you, do *NOT* mess with me! Don't even try. I'm much stronger than you are, and I'm giving you ample warning. Quite frankly, you are REALLY beginning to piss me off! Do you want to see what a witch who is quite fluent in black magick will do when you piss her off royally? I TOLD you I would explain everything later, now shut up and go sit over there. I'll deal with you in a while. I need to pack up a few things. Then we will take a trip somewhere where I know you will be kept safe while I take care of some business."
"I have a right to know!" he protested.
"Of course you do. I do not take that away from you. You will know everything later." she shot at him. He was really aggravating her.
"DREWWWWWWWWWWWWW, I wanna know NOOOWWWWW!!!!" he whined.
"Don't call me that, JORDAN!" she said, joking.
"Well what am I supposed to call you??? That's your name!" he retorted.
"No, it's not. My real name is Drusilla. I just told you that it was Drew." she said, walking into the other room.
"Oh YEAH?! Well what if I dont feel like talking to you later?! THEN what, smart ass?" he yelled to her.
"I don't care, it's your choice! You don't have to talk to me, I can still tell you the story. But if you don't want to know what I'm going to do with your body, well then that's your choice, if you don't want to talk to me. Who's the smart ass now, child?" she said, completely outsmarting him.
"WHATEVER! Just don't talk to me now, then!" he told her bitterly.
"Gladly. It'll be better for me anyway. I'm sick of you in my hair every two seconds," she yelled, still in the other room.
Taylor slid down the wall and gently let himself to the floor, now surrounded by a four-walled iron cell. "This has to be a dream," he thought to himself. "Wait. It IS a dream. Except I am trapped inside it! WHY ME?! Will I ever see my family again? What about my career? I need to make music," he cried. The tears were running down his cheeks as he realized the situation was nonetheless real, and at this point, there wasn't very much he could do. So what had happened after the accident? He closed his eyes and strained to remember, but nothing came to him. He could only remember waking up at the hospital, and being led home confusedly. Sure, he was cut up pretty good, but he was fine to go home, aside from the temporary amnesia. He gathered from what he had heard, that the girl, who he now knew was Drusilla, had been alive when someone found them on the road. She had been alive, although unconcious, the whole trip to the hospital. She died the day she was taken in.
Suddenly, reality socked him in the head as if someone aimed a football directly at it and made him see stars. "OF COURSE THEY THINK IT WAS MY FAULT!!" It dawned on him like a ton of bricks. They had found his car meshed with hers on the left side of the road. The side of the road he shouldn't have been on. He couldn't have told them he was only trying to avoid the collision, because he had no memory of it. "That's why everyone blames me. Oh, god. What am I going to do?! She planned it this way all along. Everything went according to plan. How could I have been so stupid????? And how could my mother have lied to me?! She thinks it was my fault, too! I know she does! I could see it in her eyes! That's what she's holding back from me!" he thought to himself. Everything rushed at him at once and he had no idea what to do. He thought he was having a mental breakdown from the impact of all these events flying at him at once. A tear bled from his right eye. Realization struck him that he was helpless, and it was likely no one would see him again. He had no way to set the straight. "Oh, god...what am I going to do?"