So High School

The gang (pt4)

"I don't feel good" Taylor groaned, one hand resting on her bump as she fought back the feeling of nausea.
"Take deep breaths, okay?" Travis glanced across at her, his brow furrowing at the sight of her pale face, her forehead glistening with sweat.
"Trav, I really... I just wanna sleep" Taylor let out a sob, leaning her head back. They had been in the car for over a day and it was starting to get to her.
"Go to sleep then, I'll turn off the radio" Travis told her gently.
"I cant!" Taylor snapped, but soon her voice turned softer, more vulnerable. "Can we stop somewhere for the night? Please?"
Travis sighed, checking the map. "Tay, I..."

He didn't really want them to stop, not when it could mean the others catching up to them. However he could see how much the car sickness was getting to Taylor, and he was also feeling very tired himself after going over 24 hours with no sleep. There was a hotel in a couple of miles, and so Travis decided they would stop there for the night. It was risky, but Travis and Taylor both needed their rest.

"We'll stop at a hotel in a couple of miles"  Travis told her, and she smiled weakly. Suddenly she felt a rush of nausea and she quickly grabbed a bag from the glove box, promptly puking into it. Travis reached across, gently rubbing her back as she emptied her stomach. Once she was all done she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. However her stomach wasn't settling and seconds later she was back with her head in the bag, now only puking up water and stomach acid.

"Let it all out baby, it's okay" Travis comforted her as she cried, her stomach heaving.
"How much longer?" She whimpered once she had stopped throwing up her guts. She felt horrible.
"About six minutes baby, we're almost there" Taylor nodded weakly, her eyes shut.

They arrived at the hotel not long after.
"You stay here, okay? I'm just going to go and see if they have a room" Travis told her, climbing out the car and locking it behind him. They couldn't take any chances.

He got them a room and came back out to the car. He unlocked it, opening Taylor's door.
"I'm going to take the stuff in, can you walk? Or do you need me to carry you?" He asked, already loading up the bags.
"Can you carry me? Please?" Taylor whispered, the sickness still making her feel ill and vulnerable.
"Of course, I'll take this stuff up and then I'll come back for you" Travis pressed a kiss to her forehead before loading up the bags.

With all their luggage safely in their room he returned to the car, opening the passenger door.
"Come on Tay" he smiled at her, helping her out the car. Once she was out he picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes tiredly.

He laid her down on the double bed, deciding not to get her changed. After all, they didn't have many clothes with them and Travis wasn't sure how long it would be before they could buy more. He tucked the blanket around her, smiling fondly as she snuggled into the pillow.
"Can you lie with me?" She asked quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes. He glanced at the clock, noticing that it was quite late. He was also exhausted, and the pair could shower in the morning once they both felt better.

He climbed into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her body. Her back was pressed into his chest; that's how they had had to lie whilst Taylor was pregnant. Soon enough the pair were both fast asleep, the sound of their rhythmic breathing filling the room.

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Travis woke to a loud bang coming from below. His heart dropped as he recognised the distinct sound of a gunshot. They were here.

"Taylor, Taylor wake up" he shook his wife gently, panic taking over his body.
"Travis?" Taylor groaned, blinking the sleep out her eyes.
"They're here- we need to go" he was already chucking all their things into the suitcases. Taylor climbed out of bed with struggle, slipping on her shoes. She kept quiet, trying to control her breathing.

"How are we going to get down? We're on the fifth floor" Taylor chewed her lip anxiously, picking at her nails as she fought back the tears that were threatening to spill.
"The fire exit" Travis quickly tied Taylor's shoe laces, slipping on his own trainers and gathering up the bags.
"But... All those stairs! Trav, I can't do that" Taylor's breathing was speeding up as beads of sweat pricked at her forehead and neck.
"Taylor, sweetie. I need you to be really brave, okay? It's only five flights of stairs, you can do this" he looked into her eyes, his expression serious.
"Okay" Taylor whimpered, and Travis's gaze softened when he sensed her fear.
"I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you" he bought her hand up to his lips, kissing it quickly before picking up the bags.

"You go first, I'll be right behind you" Travis told her. She gripped the hand rail, stepping down the metal steps carefully so as not to fall.
"You've got this" Travis's constant flow of support came from behind her. She was doing this for Travis, for her baby.

By the time they reached the bottom Taylor was out of breath and her body ached.
"I'm so proud of you baby, well done" Travis smiled at her as they made their way quickly over to the car.

Suddenly there was a crash from above them as three men burst out of the fire exit.
"There they are!" One of them yelled, pointing down at them. The three raced down the metal steps, guns in hand.

"Get in!" Travis yelled at Taylor as he sprinted round to the other side. Taylor scrambled into the car, wincing as she caught her arm on a sharp piece of metal. She quickly did her seatbelt as Travis started the engine, the tires screetching as he raced out the parking lot.

He glanced into the rearview mirror, immediately picking up speed when he noticed the white van right on their tail.