"Won't your parents be missing that bottle?" I press, raising an eyebrow.
He laughs as if what I've said is the most outrageous thing he's ever heard, "My parents don't give a damn."
For some reason, I feel the need to argue back, "How would you know?"
"Because," He retorts, turning to face me fully, "there are many other bottles on their radar."
"They drink in front of you?" I ask, my voice sounding strange and bewildered.
He gives me a sideways glance and chuckles a deep throaty noise, "I'm sure they'd drink with me if I tried. They're so desperate to be free."
Travis shoots me another puzzled look before continuing, "It's as if they want to forget they have kids, a family to look after."
I sense some signals going off in my brain, telling me to stay away from his personal life, but I just can't. His words only intrigue me more, yet I can't help but acknowledge how wrong this is. It's as if I'm committing verbal rape.
“And what about you?” I press, giving into my weakness to know more, “What could Travis Emmons possibly want to be free from?”
He tenses slightly, his posture stiffening. I almost believe he is sober again.
“Everything.” He states vaguely, looking out at the ocean.
“Like…” I urge him to continue.
He shoots me a look, “Are you always this annoying, or is it just when I’m drunk?”
“Wow,” I muse, shaking my head, “It seems you’re an ass sober and drunk.”
My remark earns a chuckle and he lifts his bottle for an imaginary cheer. He laughs through his nose and points a wavy finger at me.
“You,” He starts, “You’re something different, you know that?”
I don’t say anything, hoping that If I stay silent he will continue to elaborate. Instead, I prop my knees up and rest my arms on them.
“You’ve got some nerve—punching me and all,” He continues. “You’re a bitch.”
I frown and straighten my neck, ignoring the pain that shoots through my entire body.
“—But when I saw you getting attacked yesterday, I don’t know, I was just…angry. But then I realized, it wasn’t just anger. There was guilt too.”
“Guilt?” I can’t help but interrupt.
“Yeah,” He confirms, piercing my hazel eyes with his eden ones, “Guilt.”
“How so?” I ask, curiosity brimming at the surface.
He shrugs carelessly, “I feel responsible. With everything that has been going on with me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he started attacking people I talk to just to get to me.”
Confusion settles in as I process what he just said.
“I'm not following, Travis?” I ask, my tone coming out harsher than intended.
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Playing With Fire
Action"Rule number one," He whispers, pulling back to look me right in the eye, "Never let your guard down." He flashes me a cunning smirk as I stare at him, stunned at what he had just done. Only, he makes a mistake of turning to see what everyone else a...
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