Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I’m on my way back to town,” I said, opening my car door. I heard his growl of disapproval. “And I don’t give a fuck about how you feel about it, Nicholas. I’m coming. Keep me updated.”
“I will.”
He hung up, and Travis slammed my car door closed just as I managed to wrench it open. He was pissed. “Just where in the fuck do you think you’re going?” he spat at me.
I knew he had every reason in the world to be pissed off at me, but I really wasn’t in the mood nor did I have time for his bullshit. “Travis, you can kill me or whatever the fuck you want to do when I get back,” I snapped at him, trying to open my door again, but he kept his hand firmly against it. I growled in annoyance, flashing my angry eyes up to his. “Someone I really fucking care about is in trouble, and I have to go make sure that she’s okay. Go back to fucking your girlfriend. I promise that I’m not fucking running away. I’m coming back.” Besides, it wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go, and I wasn’t planning on living on the streets anytime soon.
He continued to hold his hand against my car door, still preventing me from opening it. I was getting really fucking angry with him. He was holding me back from doing what I needed to do. I needed to get to Amy.
His eyes ran over my face. I didn’t know what I looked like right then, nor did I care. Amy was in trouble, and I had to get to her.
“You’re only going back there if I go with you,” he said finally.
I knew that my heart was only going to break even more if he came with me, but that was something I was willing to go through to get to Amy. “Fine,” I said, handing him my keys. At least this way, if I suddenly got hysterical, I wouldn’t possibly crash. My emotions were currently all over the place. “You’re driving.”
We had stopped and gotten fast food when we were about halfway there because we had both gotten hungry. And while my stomach actually had been rumbling, the smell of the greasy food suddenly made me nauseated. Thinking it was just from hunger, I managed to scarf down the burger.
But that nausea quickly turned to vomit.
I slapped Travis’s arm. “Travis, pull over,” I managed to get out through my dry heaving.
Before he had a chance to come to a complete stop on the shoulder of the road, I had my seatbelt unfastened and the door open, throwing up on the side of the road. I felt him hold my hair back out of my face and rub my back in soothing circles, his touch firm and sure.
Travis never failed to completely amaze me sometimes. Even after smashing his heart and feelings to pieces, and then proceeding to stomp all over them, he still helped me out.
I just didn’t understand him sometimes.
When I had managed to finally stop heaving, I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked me, his eyes soft, his tone filled with care and concern for my well-being.
I shrugged my shoulders in response. “I’m not exactly all that hungry anymore,” I groaned. Nausea still swirled in my gut. “I don’t feel good for some reason.”
He reached over and laid my seat back for me. His chest pressed against mine, the smell of his cologne filling my nostrils, easing the turmoil in my stomach.
Without a word, he leaned back from me and turned the air on full blast, adjusting the air vents so that they blew on my face. I closed my eyes and shivered at the sudden burst of freezing cold air. Before I could complain, something warm came over me that smelled just like Travis. His fingers trailed the curve of my cheek before sliding momentarily into my hair.
“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when we get there, alright?”
I nodded, already beginning to fall asleep. However, I wasn’t so out of it that I didn’t feel him push my hair behind my ear and kiss my forehead. It was a tender, loving gesture that gave me hope.
Maybe I hadn’t fucked up everything completely yet. Maybe – just maybe – there was still some hope for there to be an ‘us’, instead of just Travis and Katie.
I woke up in a hospital room, but I wasn’t laying on the hospital bed. I was on someone’s lap, and they were holding me close against their chest. I breathed in lightly to see if I could distinguish a cologne. I had to hold back a sigh of relief when I realized I was in Travis’s arms. His hold on me was strong and secure, my body plastered against his.