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Within an hour Taylor has his bags packed as he Arthur watched him carefully.  He would not host a man that could not hold his temper and would become violent against women.  After all the years he worked as a social worker he had seen how many lives violence could ruin.  The effects that it can have on abused people, people who have been preyed on by violent people.  He would not host one of them in his house.  As he ushered the boy towards the door the whole family followed.  Paula looked angrily at her husband for chasing out Taylor.  Glen, Clay, Morgan, Chelsea, and Spencer all looked at their feet not making eye contact at him.  There was a definite awkward silence.  Ashley followed Mr. Carlin proudly, smiling like a child.  Finally getting to the front door the man turned around his duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he looked at the family one last time.  He still had a slightly cocky smirk on his face, but Ashley was beginning to think that was his natural look and he was unfortunate enough to have a face like that but have his face stuck like that as well.  God that poor boy.

“Well Spencer.  Call me if you change you mind.  Just think about it.”  He said again tossing the blue box at the blonde.  Forcing Spencer to catch the item flying towards her.  Taking one look at what she just caught Spencer dropped the box as if it were a vile of poison. 

“Thanks for inviting me Mrs. Carlin.”  He smiled happily at the older blonde, the two hugged and he turned away disregarding anyone else.  Not saying goodbye to the man who cooked his meals.  Glen, whose room he had stayed in for the time being.  Not a word, not even a glance.  He simply turned and walked off.

I think he just beat Aron!  Spencer thought watching the rude man leave her home.  He’s worse than Aron.  Wow.