After eating breakfast and drinking coffee with him, we went back to the park and he pushed me on the swing.

"So have you been thinking?" He said as he pushed me.

"About what?" I said kicking my feet.

He stopped me and pulled me back to him and put his face close to my ear. "About us."

I shivered and kicked myself away from him and kept on swinging. I looked up and seen Dylan walking our way and I stopped my swing.

"What the heck are you doing here? Get away from my sister!" Dylan said as he stepped up.

"Hey. Why don't you do like you asked me to do and live your own relationships?" I said crossing my arms over my chest.

His eyes widened and he looked over my head and looked at Michael. Then he looked back at me.

"I seriously hope you're not thinking about getting back with him. Tay he ain't changed. He never will." He said.

"I understand the fact that you don't like him, but you told me earlier to stay out of your relationships whenever I was just trying to help you and-"

"I noticed that because she called you the word that I hate the most and I like called her some names then walked off." He said as we laughed.

"Okay fine. If you want me away from Taylor, I'll go." Michael said walking towards the trail.

"Wait! Come back. You can stay." Dylan said walking over to him.

"Just make sure that nothing like that ever happens again. Or you will go back to jail and you will never see Taylor again." Dylan said shaking his finger.

"I promise." Michael said holding his hands up.

I smiled and shook my head and then we went to the house and watched a movie.

"So what ever happened to Jacob?" Michael said looking at me.

"He got sent to jail. Oooh! Glad you reminded me." I said as I sat up and cut the movie off.

"Hey!" Dylan said pouting.

"We can watch it later. For now, we need to talk about figuring out a plan to see who Jacob really is." I said as I went into the kitchen.

The boys followed me and they sat at the table as I made us a glass of sweet ice tea. They started drinking it and I sat down in the middle of them.

"Okay. First things first. Where did Jacob say he was from?" Dylan said looking at Michael.

"Oooh... I know this one." I said as Dylan wrote the place down.

"We can research some things and see if he has anything from his old schools and stuff." I said suggesting.

I ran to my room and grabbed my laptop and carefully ran back to the kitchen. I sat down and opened it then started typing.

I scrolled through the pages.

There was so many articles we didn't even know where to start. We finally decided to go with the bathroom fire.

Sure enough, Jacob's young face stared back at us. It says that he brought a lighter to school and piled some toilet paper up in the bathroom and lit it on fire.

The next one, girl that got punched, says that Jacob hit Hayley Wright in the school parking lot and nearby students witnessed.

And again, Jacob was staring back us. He seemed to have a scratch or two on his face where the girl must've scratched him back.

It showed a picture of the girl and she had a black eye and a cut on her lip. He must've his her a couple times.

"Let me catch him ever hitting you." Dylan said. "Oh I'll put him in his grave."

"He's never hit me." I said.

Michael leaned back and started crying. What is it with men crying in front of me? Usually, they don't cry in front of girls or women but Michael and Jacob seem to don't care.

"What's wrong?" I said leaning back.

"I just..... I wish I could go back and change everything that I did. I haven't drunk any alcohol since that night. I really wish I could change what I did to you. I regret it all." He said crying.

I hugged him and he cried and laid on my shoulder. I patted his back and he sat up and wiped his face.

"I'm really sorry Taylor." He said.

"I know. It's okay Michael. I forgive you." I said as he smiled.

Dylan kept on looking on the internet and read through the articles. He found a couple more about Jacob and we got information we needed.

So it seems by the articles, Jacob is a bad boy. He's been in more trouble during his high school years that Michael has his entire life.

But when Dylan clicked on the mug shots and Jacob's picture pulled up, his name wasn't Jacob. It was John.

He's not even 22. He's 37. He's got a disease that makes him look, seem, and act younger than he is. Everything he's been telling me was all lies. Now that I know Jacob really isn't who he said he is, I can finally live life normally.

I can't believe I actually had sex with him. He's 37 and I'm almost 19 now! I could actually get him with a charge of rape because I was 17 when we were together.

"Ew Taylor! He's 37 years old and you dates that guy!" Dylan said scooting his chair away from me.

"That's exactly what I was just thinking. It even makes me feel disgusted with my own self for believing everything he told me." I said shivering.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about him any more. He's gone now and he's gone for good." Michael said hugging me.

He may be gone and out of sight, but when he gets out, he might try and come and look for me. They say I'm safe. I know I am. Or am I?