My phone rings on my stomach. I answer it before the second ring. “Hey Rach.” he says. “TAYLOR! Where the fuck are you?!” he goes on to saying that he was running from the police and the mentors from Vista (his rehab treatment center). He tells me that I was right about the Church of Synanon, and he begins to tell me all of the “practices” that they do there. I begin to cry even more. My step dad grabs the phone from me and puts it on speaker. My step dad begins to tell him what to do in order to stay away from the police, go figure right? A cop telling a boy on amber alert, to run away from the cops. Makes sense? He tells him where to go and to be careful and what not. Then the phone hangs up. Taylor calls back on the pay phone seconds later. My step dad tells him to press 0 and call collect, and then we all get off the phone. He calls, thankfully it will not hang up. My step dad tried to calm him down, but is not successful at all. He tells him the plans. My step dad is going to fly out and get him in the morning.
Taylor beings to freak out, once again. My step dad tells him to try and remain calm and collected or else he will look very suspecious. I can hear him trying to calm down, but I know he is so scared. If Taylor is found, they take him back to Vista and he is put in a room, and they inject him with this pain killer which knocks them out for at least a day and a half, and once he wakes up he is stuck in there for 2 more days with 3 mentors with him. I would be freaked out too. Taylor told us that, and my step dad tells him he already knows, and this is why he is trying to keep him even more safe. Finally my step dad gives me the phone. We talk for a good hour, just about things. I did not want to talk about what he is doing or where he was and such. He told me, though, that he had to plan this out for days. He found out when the people leave the kitchen, and when the mentors are not on staff. The mentors always check up on the kids every 15-20 minutes. They walk around, of course, but they are technically not on duty. Taylor told me he had to sneak out of his room, go down the hall pass the mentors lounge, which was not necessarily a room, just a big open space. Then he had to make his way past the therapists rooms to the kitchen. There he got knives, and had to pry the window open in his room, then he got out and booked it 35 miles (wrong distance in last blog) to Salt Lake City. He made it there in two days (march 30th). Apparently he ran, and took on break and kept running, slept and then did it the next day.
Then he went on to saying how horrible they treated him and other people there. He said that other people that night tried to escape and the mentors put both him and this other kid on lockdown, and he still got away. Apparently, according to Taylor's dad, no one has successfully ran away from that place since 2004 just about five years ago.
Finally Taylor and I get off the phone. He told me it was snowing and that he needed to go find somewhere to hide. We say our good byes, and I can tell how happy he is to be coming home.
NEXT DAY
I did not even come close to sleeping. I looked out my window the whole night, like i did while he was missing, just hoping he would come around the corner. I finally decide to close the screen window and lock it. I pull the covers over my head and wiggle around, at the same time my cat falls off the bed. I finally fell asleep and have to wake up just a couple hours later.
I start getting ready for school at 5:45. Just 15 hours until he is home. I counted the hours down ALL DAY. It was horrible. School went by so slow, and so did practice. All I thought about was going to pick up and seeing him after almost 4 months. My hits were bad, my passes were horrible. I decided to leave practice and go to MCdonalds. I'm a weird girl, usually when girls get upset they eat and eat and eat. But with me when I get upset I do not eat, and i had been upset for more then 4 months by this time. I have lost 10 pounds and apparently people can see it in my face.
Finally practice is over at around 6:30, but i lollygag until all the players take down the nets, and coach talks to me about things. I pull out of the staff parking lot with alot of the players. They are stopped at the light, leaving "pony av" or whatever. I put my car in park, and i hop out. I run and pull up all the guys' windshield whippers, it comes out of no where.
Then all of the sudden they all get out and two grab me and one gets in my car and locks it. They finally let me free and I grab one of the guys that was holding me's keys. I point one up in the air and I run over to his car, and act like i'm about to key it. OF COURSE i would never do that to his car, but it got him out of it. I think we missed a light because everyone went back to their cars, and I did it again. I got out and put both of them up on at least 8 of their cars. They all get out once again and pile on top of my car. At least 9 of them did. The JV coach was behind this little prank.
They finally get off my car and I started honking at them. We make quite a big scene at the intersection. I pull out and go around all of them and wave and turn right onto blossom hill. They all put there hands up, puzzled. and I honk and drive away smiling.
It's finally time to pick up Tay. I just do my hair and my mom and I leave. I have a HUGE anxiety attack on the way there, my mom made me put the seat down. I was suppose to follow her in my step dad's car, but he wouldn't tell her where the keys were. So now all four of us have to drive back.... together....
My mom and I get there at least a half an hour early, and on top of that the flight was delayed. Great. My mom and I somehow get in through the gates, and wait for him to get off. We are waiting on some bridge that seperates... something, i forget. But anyways we just sit there. I lay my head on my moms lap. My brain hurts, and I swear my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Finally I see my icky step dad, and taylor come through the gates, and I run to give Taylor a huge hug, and of course, start crying.
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