Close calls

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Travis's POV

"Mom..." Taylor mumbles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

"What the fuck." Blake whispers, looking down between me and Taylor. Taylor gets off of me and stands up.

"Uhm.. you weren't, we weren't.. please don't tell dad." Taylor says, I can practically hear her heart beating from how nervous she looks.

"Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Are you guys serious?" Blake whispers, seemingly frozen into her spot.

Taylor moves her hand behind her, patting it around searching for mine. I lean onto her side of my bed and hold her hand, squeezing it.

"No, don't you touch her Travis." Blake points at me, walking up to us.

"Mom." Taylor says, looking at Blake but Blake is only looking at me right now, with a look that could knock a grown mans socks right off.

"Don't. Touch. Her." Blake says through gritted teeth, grabbing Taylor's arm and pulling her out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Taylors POV

"Mom please stop." I whisper as she drags me down the hallway. Tears streaming down my face in fear of what might happen.

She doesn't say anything until we're outside by the pool, a strangely scenic view for what's about to happen.

"Taylor are you out of your mind!" My mom shouts, making me cry harder since she rarely ever yells at me.

"Travis is your dad's best friend! He's like twice your age, and you're 19. You don't know what you're doing. You seriously need to end it right now." My mom says, crossing her arms.

"I know what I'm doing mom." I say.

"You clearly don't if you're having sex with him an hour before him and your dad go golfing, you could've been caught by someone way worse than me." She says and I cringe at the thought of me and my dad having this conversation.

"We weren't having sex mom, we haven't... done that." I say, shrugging my shoulders kinda wanting to avoid the topic of my sex life.

"Oh good, so you can still get out of this." My mom says but I quickly cut her off.

"No!... no mom, I'm not leaving Travis." I say boldly, wiping my cheeks of tears and standing up straight.

"You think you get to call all the shots here? Huh?" My mom raises her eyebrows which sends a shutter down my spine.

"I'm 19. I'm an adult. Travis is an adult and we talked a lot before deciding to do what we're doing. I'm not gonna end things with him just because we're all scared of dad. If you give us a couple weeks, we'll figure out how serious we are and then take things from there." I say and turn around, immediately going inside.

I run off to go back to Travis's room and tell him how fucking scared I am right now but when I get to that hallway I see my dad in the doorway happily talking to Travis, which must be good.

Travis looks at me past my dad and smiles, immediately going back to looking at my dad. I look down blushing and go into my room, shutting the door behind me.

What a rush, terrible, but damn.

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