Taylor’s P.O.V
I had just arrived back home from the dance, in a really good mood. The rest of the night had gone amazing. There was an after-party but I never fancied it but everyone else was going. I headed inside, smiling widely.
“Hi, I am home,” I called out happily
“Taylor sweetie can you come in here please?” I hear my mum call back, something in her voice sounded off, the way her voice goes when she is gonna tell me some bad news.
I soon stopped smiling, worry taking over me and I rushed into the living room. My mum and dad were both there, both of them looking up at me and I knew for sure something was wrong.
“Mum, dad what is wrong?” I asked nervously
“Sweetie its Nate.” My mum said
Nate? What has he done now? What has he been telling them? He better not have said or d
