Circle of Destiny

where is my car??

Once Taylor left the house, Travis waited, confused and tense, pacing back and forth. He couldn't piece together how his clothes had vanished, and the tension from their argument hung heavy in the room. Moments later, Patrick arrived with a bag of clothes.

"Hey man, here are some clothes. What happened?" Patrick asked, eyes wide with concern.

Travis sighed, pulling on a shirt. "We're in trouble, Patrick. Big trouble. But I can't explain now. Let's just get to work."

Patrick, still baffled, followed Travis as he finished dressing. They both left the apartment, with Travis ensuring the door was securely closed behind them.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Taylor frantically searched for her car, muttering, "Where is my fucking car?" She tried to recall where she had last seen it but drew a blank. Frustration and confusion bubbled within her. Deciding to blame travis, she headed back to her apartment, intending to tell him she lost her car.

As Travis and Patrick approached the elevator, they saw Taylor stepping out of it, her face a mix of anger and frustration. She looked like she had been searching for something, and her annoyance was palpable.

"I can't find my car," she admitted, exasperated.

Patrick glanced at Travis, who introduced them. "Patrick, this is Taylor... my wife."

Patrick's eyes widened in shock. "Your what?"

Taylor ignored the awkward exchange, her eyes fixed on Travis. "I checked the parking lot and couldn't find it. Do you know where it is?"

Travis thought for a moment. "Maybe you left it at the parking lot near the wedding."

Taylor paused, then sighed in realization. "Oh, right."

"Come on, I'll give you a ride there," Travis offered, turning to Patrick. "You go ahead to work. I'll catch up."

Patrick looked confused but nodded and left. Taylor, glaring at Travis, retorted, "I'd rather be dead than ride with you."

Travis laughed at her comment, then leaned closer, his voice firm. "You will get into the car now. Understood? or do you want me to repeat?."

Taylor, taken aback but not wanting to argue further, remained silent and got into the car, her fury palpable.

As they drove, Taylor pulled out a cigarette. Travis snatched it from her hand. "I don't like smoking in my car," he said firmly.

Taylor shrugged, giving him a disdainful look. "Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms and staring out the window.

"Do you always have to be this difficult?" Travis asked, his eyes flicking over to her briefly before focusing back on the road.

"Do you always have to be this controlling?" Taylor shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Travis smirked at her defiance, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face. "I'm not controlling. I just don't want my car to stink."

Taylor rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "You're insufferable."

The rest of the drive was silent, the tension between them thick and unyielding. Once they reached the parking lot, Taylor didn't waste a moment. She slammed the car door in his face and stormed off.

"Taylor, wait!" Travis called after her, stepping out of the car. "We need to talk about this."

She spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. "Talk about what, Travis? How you've managed to turn my life upside down? How nothing makes sense anymore?"

"It's not like that," Travis replied, trying to keep his voice calm. "We're both in this mess. We need to figure it out together."

Taylor shook her head, her expression a mix of anger and sorrow. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can deal with you."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving Travis to watch her, feeling the weight of their complicated situation pressing down on him.