Travis's goal (A Travlyn fanfiction)

Outburst

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{Laurence's POV}
(This is gonna be a fun one)
Me and Garroth decided as the strong men we were to go to the scary basement. Lucinda and Dante are searching the main floor anyway and Travis and Katelyn called dibs on upstairs. Well they didn't call dibs they both just kinda left.

It felt so weird that this was the first time I was alone with Garroth for...oh god how long has it been? I know, I know. I'm just his friend. I am not a priority but it...

"Hey man? You good?" Garroth asked looking back as we walked around the basement.

"Yeah. Just creepy down here." I said and shrugged.

"Hey it's okay. Ya got me." Garroth said and held up his arms to flex but stopped when he saw that I wasn't really amused. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"I don't have you though."

"Wait what?" Garroth stopped and turned to look at me. He seemed genuinely confused. Like he didn't even realize how much he ditched me.

"Look you wouldn't understand. You had people to talk to for the last two years." I said. I didn't mean for it to come off as if I were angry but it just came out the way.

"Laurence I-" Garroth began but I walked past him. The truth was I wanted to be mad at him. I didn't want to hear an excuse and forgive him. Because I know nothing he did was wrong. People move on with their lives and I just happened to not be apart of his.

I found a desk that was pushed in front of a door and began to shovel through the papers on top of it.

I tried studying them but Garroth came from behind me.

"I don't know what I did but if I did something then I'm sorry."

"I don't know why I even said anything. It's not your fault. You have a life and people who want to spend time with you. I guess I'm just mad that I don't have that. I've always been forgettable next to you." I said. I looked at him to see him genuinely upset.

"Laurence I don't know where you got that from. Is this because of Starlight?"

I looked away and back at the paper in my hand. It seemed like a recipe. Almost like that potion I overheard people talking about.

"You don't have time for me anymore Garroth. Nobody does. That's not your fault. I just said something because you asked."

It listed emerald as one of the ingredients for the potion so that was a pretty big giveaway.

"Laurence I really didn't go out of my way to leave you at home. But it was someone else who brought me. I didn't have a say in the matter."

The symptoms were scribbled all over. This must have been the early stages.

"I told you. I don't care about excuses I already agree it's not your fault."

Some of the symptoms looked really bad. Pain in the head, defects to the brain...

"Are you sure? It sounds like you are guilting me."

I looked over the page to see thousands more of the same page just with different information.

"Don't ask if you don't want to hear the answer!"

Though I didn't see a book that fit Travis's description. Or any book at all for that matter.

"I'm sorry I'm just worried about you. I want to help you but you aren't letting me."

It must be behind that door.

"I didn't ask for help!"

I am sure if I move this desk I can find that book.

"Why are you getting to hostile? Why won't you let me help you?"

All of a sudden all this bottled emotion came out as I grabbed each end of the desk and hauled it across the room. As I did all of the emotion came out in one yell.

"Go help one of your real friends then!"

The desk had tilted to the side and a large noise erupted as it smashed on the ground. The papers scattered across the floor.

I looked at the ground as I heaved, trying to get back my breath. Garroth stood next to me in shock. He stared at me as my chest moved up and down.

I opened the door and pushed my way through, leaving Garroth in the office-like room.

My eyes darted to each surface. The room though was even more shocking then my outburst could possibly be. There was blood stained on the floors along with other liquids. (Not urine or semen...felt the need to elaborate) There was bottles all across the floors, the glass from them were broken and there was a broken camera sitting on a table next to the glass with its own broken lenses.

But at the center of the mess was a book. It had a hammer lying next to it. I walked closer slowly, freaked out by my surroundings. The book was leather. It looked a thousand years old at least. I reached out to open it but the pages were stuck together. I picked the whole thing up and began trying to rip the book open. It refused to open. This was it. This was Travis's book.

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