Double Crossed

twenty one

Written by: @shiningjustforyou13

Travis' POV

"What do you mean war?" Jason asked, staring at me.

"You fucking heard me Jason." I snapped, wound tight. Nothing had gone right since the moment Taylor had walked out on me the way she had. I was angry with her, angry that she hadn't stayed, but I knew I would have been even angrier if she had. I hated her, hated myself for loving her. This was the only thing I could do to fix it.

"Travis I know what she did to you." My brother came around his desk, reasoning with me. "But she's still Taylor. She's your best friend, can you really take her down?" He asked. "Can you look her in the eyes and put a bullet between them, or will you stand there and let her take the gun?"

I didn't have an argument to that, and Jason knew it. I'd already failed to kill her, but then again, she hadn't been able to pull the trigger either. The only question was why. She'd lied her way into my heart, my life, my home, and she had what she wanted. She didn't love me and she never had. This was what I had to do.

"You heard me." I repeated. "I know you're done with this, but I need you one more time Jason."

"Travis I'll always be here to help you out, but you can't kill her." Jason pleaded with me, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was he defending her? "You love her." He told me. "And I know she loves you too. Maybe she never meant to love you, but she does, and she can't kill you anymore than you can't kill her. Just..."

"Just what? Hand over the city?" I asked, and my brother didn't have an answer to that. "Yeah, I can't exactly do that." Crossing over to the computer, I logged into the network and sent out a message. Taylor was on my list now, and we wouldn't stop until we found her. I'd take her down. I had to.

People started searching for her immediately, and I had faith that it wouldn't be long until she was ours. I had a gun on me like I always did, but I also had a pair of handcuffs. If she'd come for anyone, it would be me, and I'd have a chance.

I went home, needing to get away from it all. Taylor would know where I was. I wanted her to come to me. I wanted her to walk through my front door, point a gun at me, and pull the fucking trigger so that I didn't have to. My world wasn't worth this anymore.

Barely two minutes after I walked through the door, I heard a car pull up outside. Grabbing my gun, I readied it, and then I heard a frantic knock on the door. There was no way it was her, but somehow I already knew it was, so I edged down towards the door.

"This is not the time for a booty call Alison." I called.

"Travis." I heard her sob through the door, and I blinked at the tone of her voice. "Travis it's not her. It's me. It's Taylor. Please." She sobbed again. "Please, he's going to kill me."

This was all a game. None of it was real. She was just lying to get me to open the door, but I knew I was going to do it to try and get a shot at her. Reaching out, I pulled the door open and lifted my gun. Taylor stood behind it, tears running down her cheeks, a gun in her limp hand by her side.

"Travis I need your help." She whispered. "I'm not here to kill you."

"Yeah, so what's with the fucking gun?" I cocked the one I held. "Drop it."

She did, and it clattered to the floor just inside my house. I motioned for her to walk, which she did, and I closed the door behind her. Then I moved, grabbing Taylor and forcing her up against the wall. She didn't react, just let me cuff her hands behind her back. Once she was cuffed, I grabbed the back of her shirt, stuck my gun up against her neck, and started dragging her down the hallway.