Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?(A Taylor Swift Adoption Story)

Everything is wrong

Amara's POV

I'm stressed, overwhelmed, and utterly unsure of everything.

And it's only for this reason that I'm sneaking out right now. Based on what happened last time, sneaking out again really isn't the smartest decision, but I need fresh air, or a walk, or just time alone to process everything.

It's currently 5am and all the lights in the house are off. Taylor fell asleep about three hours ago, and the bodyguards in the room next to ours have finally fallen asleep.The amount of security in and around Taylor's L.A mansion is insane, and it's only a matter of time until paparazzi start appearing outside, so I need to move quickly and carefully. Slowly shifting out of Taylor's bed I breathe a sigh of relief when I manage to get out of bed without waking her, and I quietly grab the laptop from the side table and sneak off to the bathroom adjoining the room.

Settling down on the floor I power the laptop up and head to the security software icon. I need to turn the house security system off so that I can sneak out. Punching in a few lines of code, I hear a beep and smile. The security system is successfully hacked and down. Surprisingly,the rest of the process is surprisingly easy,and after climbing out a window I'm successfully outside.

It's a beautiful morning. It's dark outside but the streetlight illuminates each tiny blade of grass making the yard glow. Sighing, I glance up at the soundless mansion and pray that Taylor won't wake up before I've gotten back. Walking to the gate, I quietly let myself out and then latch it behind me before heading to Comey Park, a moderately sized grassy area just a five minute walk from here.

Breaking into a jog, I just start to think about everything. It's only a matter of time before Maxine finds us. I'm honestly surprised she hasn't yet. If she does find me, I'm positive that she won't even let me stay in the country this time around. Maxine has clearly expressed that she wants me to be trained to work in the Central Intelligence Agency, but that isn't what I want. I just wished my opinion mattered to them, it's like what I want isn't ever important. I know I'm not normal, I know my situation is messy, I know-

I crash into a figure and collapse into a heap, fear taking over my mind instantly. Please don't let this be Maxine. Amara how could you have been so careless? I stumble to my feet in a flash, but then the figure speaks and I stop in my tracks.

Turning around I walk slowly to the man and stop right in front of him.

"Dad?"

My father shakes his head in disbelief as I tear up.

"Amara how are you here?"

I give him the shortened version of the story before noticing what he's holding. It's luggage.

Turning on my heel I see that we're standing at a bus stop.

I look up at him in confusion as he struggles to explain what's going on.

"Amara I think we need to talk".

"Dad I think we need to too".

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We both are seated on a park bench and I'm in tears.

"Dad when. When were you planning to tell me that you're going back to Syria? I thought the entire point of coming to the U.S in the first place was because of what happened in Syria?"

Shaking my head in disbelief I notice that he's not making eye contact with me.

"Dad were you going to ever tell me or were you just going to disappear one day? Are you heading to the airport right now? I can go grab some stuff and meet you back here and then we can both go. I can book a plane ticket now I'm sure the plane is empty anyway-"

He cuts me off with a firm "No" and I look at him in disbelief.

"Amara. I love you very much. I will always love you which is why you will stay here. You are safe here, you are happy here, and most importantly you are well taken care of".

He brushes my cheek and I roughly shrug away.

"Amara I need to go back. The people of Syria need me. I can't stay here, I can't adapt here. You will not be safe there, and I will never forgive myself if I take you back".

I finally get a word in and it takes everything in me not to scream.

"I. am. your. daughter. What about that? Doesn't that count for anything? You are all I have left. I'm smart, I can think on my feet, I will be fine-"

I get cut off once again by another firm "No".

If that didn't hurt enough, he starts to cry.

"Amara please don't make this more difficult than it already is. No one is forcing me I want to go back. I need to go back.You are my daughter and I will always be your father. Remember that I love you. Always remember.".

He chokes out a sob and tells me that I look like my mother. And then I stand there shell shocked as my father, the only relative that I know to be living boards a bus headed to the airport.

I run the rest of the way back to the mansion to see if I could beg Taylor to drive to the airport, but as I turn the corner I see police vehicles and stopping in my tracks I turn and throw up into the rose bushes. No. It's been less than two days!! She can't have already found out.

I run in through the front door, and sure enough my mortal enemy is seated at the table next to a pissed Tree and a mortified Taylor.

I can't deal with this.How is everything going bad this fast. My father just basically disowned me and the only other (still alive) person that cares about me will probably never ever see me again after today. I was happy only an hour ago.I was safe only an hour ago. And now my world is crashing down.

A/N: it's been way too long. I am so sorry. I really hope everyone enjoys this and as always thank you for reading. I love you guys.

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