"Hey, what's up?" he asked, sitting down.
"Mark got Jess pregnant." Zac informed him
There were flames in Zacs' eyes as he said 'Mark'. But that was nothing compared to the horror in Taylors'. He stared at Jess.
"Damn it Jess what were you thinking?" He cried.
"Tay, Mark coerced her into it ok? -" Isaac began.
Taylor ignored him, his full attention focused on his little sister.
"Do you have any idea how it would have made me feel if your little experiment had worked Jess? Have you?"
Jess just looked at him guiltily. Tears were forming in her eyes again.
"I, I, I'm sorry."
Taylor shook his head at her.
"No, no, Jess." He said, his fingers wrapping around a glass on the table. "It's too late. You wanted me to kill it and, and I wouldn't have been able to live with that. Just don't talk to me."
Taylors' grip on the glass tightened so much that it actually broke. He stood up, practically throwing the chair aside and stormed up to his room.
Everyone sat in shock at his departure. Well, everyone except for Jess who was crying again. Isaac looked at the glass he had broken. There was blood.
"I think he's cut." He said, with a wary glance at Jess. "I'll go talk to him."
Diana nodded. She turned to Jess.
"What was he talking about?"
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Zac met Isaac listening outside Taylors' room. There was lots of thumping and crashing and yelling to be heard.
"I think we'd better let him finish trashing his room before we see if he's ok." Isaac commented.
"Yeah..." Zac agreed. "Do you think Jess really tried to get him to kill the baby?"
Isaac shrugged.
"Mark must have really been tormenting her to even get her to consider abortion."
"Yeah, I suppose. Gee, Taylor really did not need this now. Not with all that stuff with Her going on lately."
"I don't think he's gonna calm down any time soon."
"Do you think we should go in? He was bleeding."
"I have a hunch if we go in there right now, he won't be the only one bleeding."
Isaac and Zac left Taylors' doorway.
Had they gone in, things may have turned out differently. For not only were things broken, but Taylor had begun yelling 'damn her!'. One may think it was Jess, and perhaps at first it was, but now it had changed from 'her' to 'Her.'
When he had calmed down slightly, every single picture of Her that had adorned his walls had been utterly destroyed. And Taylor had rediscovered the bottle of pills.