Karma | Tayvis

He knew

Warning: Rated M warning for very mature sexual explicit content and dialogue on this chapter.

Unfortunately, I am a young adult who will soon return back to college so my lack of updates has been because of real life getting in the way. I'm sorry for that and hence, why it's also probably affecting my quality of work since this is a regular length update... I'm really sorry if this is underwhelming. But I have all intentions to finish this book no matter what. I'm sorry that the last couple updates would take just as long. I'll try my best to write faster and better.

Happy reading!

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Travis jolted awake surrounded in complete darkness.

It's late, he sluggishly realizes, glancing at his phone to read 10:07 PM and a missed call from Jason.

Okay, fuck.

He sits up with a grunt, acutely becoming aware of a headache, soon remembering the whiskey. He could still bitter taste of the evidence on his tongue and see the glass bottle sitting on the table once his vision adjusted to the darkness.

Suddenly, Travis also remembers why he was drinking in the first place, he huffed a shallow breath. The events for the past two days manifest into a physical ache in his chest, and this time, he doesn't fight the urge to call his brother back.

"Hello? Trav?"

He winced at the tired voice that answered him. "Hey, man. I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, no," Jason salvages even as he follows with a yawn. "Ky and I were just watching a..." There's a short pause. "Wait, it's over?" The question is clearly redirected to his wife, who answered with mild exasperation, "Yeah. You missed like half of it. And I didn't want to wake you."

"Well, why—"

"Jason," Travis chimes in before his brother could get helplessly distracted. "Please, focus here. I'm still a little... I feel like shit."

There's no better way for him to say it. The feeling just sits uncomfortably, churning funnily in his empty stomach. Fuck, which reminds him... He hasn't eaten yet and that's probably not helping his case.

"I'm sorry. Alright, hold on," There's hushed whispering between Jason and Kylie that Travis couldn't quite decipher. "Where is she now?"

Wait. He hadn't thought that far ahead yet, still mulling over everything that happened.

"Probably downstairs... I don't know. I'm too scared to find out." He muttered, unsure whether he means he's more scared to find his house empty or she's still somehow around.

The other line sat in silence until some slight shuffling. "Trav, I'm putting you on speaker, okay? Ky wants to talk to you."

Now, Travis doesn't know what it is, but maybe being in the presence of another woman, the closest to a sister he was going to get at that, probably because of the added layer of a more mature presence than him and his older brother, he felt his own hold on himself crumble as he exhaled a deep sigh.

"Trav? I hope you don't mind that Jase told me what happened. Where are you right now?" Kylie's motherly tone isn't lost on him, not the underlying subtle safety check either.

"I'm fine. I just woke up. Still at home." He answered briefly, finally sitting up.

"So, you haven't been drinking?"

Fuck. How could she have possibly known that?

"Only a glass." He muttered.

However, his slight pause only served as an admission of guilt as he heard her sigh dejectedly at him.