march 30th

Taylor has been missing for over 48 hours.

He escaped from rehab. (i will explain in another blog)

He has been running from 24 crews of Magna UT officers for, yet again more then 48 hours.

He has an Amber alert out for him in Utah, and one soon will be released in Nevada.

I have been shaking in my boots for the whole time he has been missing. 

I was actually more mad then sad-angry-scared.

I couldn't believe that he left rehab.

I know Taylor better then anyone on the planet, and he would not leave Vista (his rehab) if there was not something wrong with it.

He was genuinely excited about moving on to the "next step" which is Vista, in Magna UT.

He would have ran on his way there if he really didn't want to follow through with this next step.

He called me yesterday (march 30Th) at 8:20

I have a ring tone for my brother which I knew, and I forgot that I also put my regular default ring tone as the same one. So when he tried calling I thought it was my brother and did not bother to check.

I got a voice mail, and minutes later  I looked at the number. 

It was an area code 801. I freaked out and tried calling back

I knew he had called on a pay phone.

I waited and waited for him to call back.

It seemed like forever until he called back, but it was actually a matter of minutes

I started crying hysterically. He tried to calm me down.

He sounded so scared. We have "duplicate minds" So I always know his feelings through his voice and actions.

He told me about the horrific things he went through while he was JUST there for 2 whole weeks.

Then the pay phone lady said he had 30 seconds. I told him to call 0 and ask for a collection call to my house, and that is all he heard right before the pay phone ended his call.

He called my house and I accepted the phone call.

My step dad ended up talking to him for at least 10 minutes.

My mom rushed over to my step dad's house to find out what was going on instead of hearing it after. Oddly enough there was no fighting between the two of them, probably because they are worried about him.

My step dad bought a plane ticket to leave in the morning to meet him at some hotel. And somehow Taylor knew exactly where it was.

So my step dad landed and went to go to the hotel. Taylor left a store and bought a Gatorade, and the alarm went off, and they thought he stole something when he didn't.

The cops came and they recognized by his picture floating around, that the cops were looking for him. Taylor explained the situation, and the cop knew that the rehab that we was at was affiliated with the Church of Synanon, and pretended that he did not see him. He apparently was really nice, and understood what Taylor went through, and was going through now.

The place finally found out that he did not steal anything, and that it was someone else.

Him and a guy left at the same time, and the clerk thought it was him instead of the other guy that walked out at the same time as him.

Which was probably exactly what the thief was planning to do.

Luckily the police officer let him go once my step dad called and said he was a cop, and that he was picking up his son. He had to say that Taylor was his son because if he didn't Taylor would have had to have an ID to board the plane, and because my step dad was "his dad" he did not need it. And thankfully my step dad changed his last name on the tickets he printed. He's very sneaky. I would never have thought about it.