Taylor From My Sister's Keeper Novels & Stories

From the far corner of the tent, a low voice cracked the silence. “Tara…” The voice was small, wrecked. Taylor was curled up, shoulders shaking, face buried in her hands. Tara’s breath caught. She rushed over without thinking. “Taylor? What’s wrong? What happened?” she whispered, kneeling before her sister, heart pounding louder now, like thunder in her ears. But Taylor didn’t answer. She only reached out and threw her arms around her, clinging to her like a lifeline. Her body shook violently with sobs.

One of the Taylor partners leads them both into the room; my father remains silent throughout, It makes me wonder if he was expecting something to happen, and he thinks this is down to the Rutherfords. "Hello, gentlemen," Mr Taylor says, his voice remaining calm as my brother threatens him once again. He steps forward and pulls the hoods from there heads; My father blinks as he looks at me a trail of tears falls down his face. "Zoe, baby I thought you were dead." My brother well, his reaction is the complete opposite. He turns to look at Alan Taylor fury masked on his face as he says, "If you've laid one finger on my sister, I swear I will kill you."

My gnawing went on at length, picking every bit of that wing clean. "Dude, I'm joking. Relax. I know you're not some creeper or anything. I was only playing, man." He gently backhanded me on the bicep. "Besides, who am I to judge? Hell, you pick up some eighteen-year-old and you guys'd be closer in age than me and Sylvia. As long as you don't wait too long." "Taylor got the boot for what she and her sister pulled, trying to screw me over like that. Pretty sure she doesn't wanna fuck me any more, if she ever did."

His loss. “Aren’t we?” Taylor says nudging me bringing me back from my far away land of what a shitty father my dad turned out to be. “Absolutely, I can’t wait either. I hope though that she stays clean, Sis.” Taylor bites her lips then rolls them in. It’s what she does when she is feeling anxious. At least my sister is eating these days. For a while I thought that I’d have major issues on my hands when momma went into hospital with her overdose then into the rehab place.

As the only heir to the Jackson’s estate, David took over his uncle’s turkey farm at Lake Waccamaw and shortly afterward began dating a girl that lived up the road. The check Scott had written to pay for the sailboat had bounced and the title had never been transferred. Tiffany sent her father a post card from Greece and told him she was having a great time, that the boat was performing beautifully, and that she’d try to get home by Christmas—the following year.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

Calm in the specific way that people were calm when they wanted you to understand that they were in control and you weren't. "Mrs. McKinney," the voice said. "We need to talk about your sister." The afternoon went cold.

He slid onto the stool far too close to me, his elbow jabbing into my ribs. “Well, well. The Castellano ice princess, melting all alone,” he slurred, his breath foul. “Heard your daddy’s selling you off to that vegetable Moretti. Guess no one wants used goods, huh?” I stiffened, keeping my eyes on my glass. “Walk away, Marco.” He leaned in closer, his voice a wet, threatening whisper. “Or what? Your pretty-boy guard dog ain’t here. Saw him cozy with your sister upstairs in the VIP lounge. Seems he’s got a new mistress to heel for.”

“Don’t make me feel the need to claw your face off. I’m tired, and I just got these nails shaped.” His eyes dropped to my hand, then lifted again. “Terms?” “I’m not a charity gala.” “Name them.” “You don’t tell Fiona about us.” His face closed off. “Zach.” He stayed silent. “You don’t tell Fiona,” I repeated. “You know that can’t be kept from her forever.” “I know.” My throat felt rough. “But she doesn’t find out today. Not from a stranger or you.” “She’s your sister.” “Thank you for enlighten me, captain obvious.”

And the moment our eyes met, It felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped over my head. My eyes widened and my heart raced uncontrollably. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It was him! The man from the hotel was... Darnell??? Vanessa's Fiancé?? The bile in my stomach burned as the realization hit me all at once. I had slept with my sister’s fiancé? His eyes met mine, and I thought the same flash of surprise, mixed with recognition passed through his too, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept speaking to my parents.