hi readers! so here's the sequel to Being Taylor Keecher (you can find the link in my siggy if you haven't read it). hope you enjoy! : )
Ten Years and Too Many Tears
Prologue
Today is December 13, 2018. Yes, that’s right, exactly ten years to the day. Ten years since I buried my mother. Ten years since my family had been torn apart, never to be fixed. Ten years since my life had been altered. Ten years since I had last seen Joe Jonas.
A lot has changed in those ten years. After the funeral and my emotional parting with Joe, I had cut off all contact with him and his family. I couldn’t stand to remind myself at all of him. I loved him too much, but I loved my family too. I did what I had to do, and it hurt too much to see any reminder of him. That was hard to avoid though, with the constant paparazzi that still followed me around for months, begging for answers. I simply ignored them, which I was becoming very good at. I always knew that ignoring the world around me was something that I would do best.
Eventually everything boiled down, and life went back to being somewhat normal. Of course, my family was in shreds. My siblings spent more time at home, helping my father to cope with the depression and stress placed upon him. He was sent on medical leave from his work, to a facility to help him deal with his depression. When I was 18, and in my first year of college, he committed suicide. Since then, I hadn’t seen much of my family, other than my brother and sister.
Speaking of college, I should probably say that I’m a proud graduate of Brown University and Harvard Law School. I’m now a very successful lawyer living just outside of Hartford, Connecticut. I have a nice, large apartment, and I live with my cat, Rosy.
Since I left Joe that day, I hadn’t dated anyone. Well, scratch that, I went out on three dates. One was for prom my senior year, and I actually went with my friend’s cousin. Doesn’t really count. One was in college, for a party my best friend Chrissy was having on her 21st birthday. We all needed escorts to this very formal dinner, so I went with one of my best guy friends, Noah. And I went out on a date with a man who I had helped with a divorce case. After that date, I could see why he was getting divorced.
Every day of my life, I hoped to find answers. Answers to why my mom was killed. Who killed her. Why my dad was driven to the point of suicide. Why I had to hold the family together. And why I wasn’t as messed up as everyone else who had been associated with my mom’s death. I went on to live a perfectly normal life. I didn’t suffer from much depression, unlike everyone else. I was Taylor Keecher. I was strong, resourceful, and a successful young woman. But I was missing a piece of me. And that was the piece that I was looking so hard to find.
