Forbidden secrets

Good graces

Traylors POV

I watch as Travis walks down the hallway with his head hung low, my fingers clinging to the door frame as I weakly call out for him.

He rounds the corner, walking out of my vision and I fall into the floor. How could he do this? I know he said he wasn't leaving me but he just did.

My heart is thumping against my chest as my hands shake. I push my foot against the bottom of the door frame as hard as I can, my face burning red as it's the only way I can get out my anger.

After a couple minutes I relax my body, slumping down onto the floor, my leg burning from the pressure I was applying.

Maybe a couple hours later I wake up, still on the floor. I have no idea how long I've been asleep for but there's a blanket over me, which I definitely didn't put on myself.

I sit up and rub my eyes, the slight itchy sensation telling me that my eyes are definitely puffy and red. Glancing down the hallway I see nothing abnormal.

I sniffle as I stand up, throwing the blanket onto the bed that used to be called Travis's. Taking one last look at the room, I turn the lock in the inside of the door then shut it behind me as I leave, jiggling the door knob to make sure it can't be opened.

If Travis couldn't be in that room, I didn't want anyone else to be. Not even myself.

I follow the sound of the TV into my parent's bedroom where I see my mother lying on her side of the bed with her book in her hands and her reading glasses on. The dim lighting of her lamp filling the room.

"Hey baby, you finally awake?" My mom smiles, placing her book down in her lap. I find it a bit odd that she's going to walk away from the fact that Travis left. And we both know that I know he left. I was asleep in the doorway for god sakes. She knew that since she must've put the blanket on me.

"Uh yeah." I mumble, seeing that there bathroom door shut but the light ring around it which means my dad's probably in there.

I walk into the room and sit down on the edge of their bed. Tucking my legs under me as I look at my mom, trying to sense what's going on.

"Where'd Travis go?" My eyes begin filling with tears before I even as her the question.

My mom sighs before placing her bookmark onto the page she was reading, then setting it aside. Then she pushes her glasses up to rest on the top of her head.

"He had to go Taylor." My mom says as I shake my head.

"That's not what I asked." She blinks at me. Realizing what I'm planning on doing if she tells me where he went.

"Taylor he was your father's best friend for ages, what you guys had going on was inappropriate."

"Stop avoiding my question mom, where did he go? I know he doesn't have anywhere else. I just need to know if he's safe." I say through my shaky voice as my vision goes blurry with tears just before they slide down my cheeks and onto my lap.

"He's fine Taylor. Don't worry about him." She says, reaching out to take my hand but I pull back before she can't even touch me.

"Mom I love him, I'm going to worry about him. Just tell me where he is... please..." I beg, wiping my nose with the back of my sleeve.

"Your dad would kill me if I told you Taylor." She says and I glance over at the still closed bathroom door. I can hear the faint sound of the shower running which would mean my father couldn't hear me even if he tried.

"Mom I'm begging you. Please. I've always been you and dad's little angle who does no wrong. Let me be free for once." I look at her with pleading eyes, tears still dripping out of my eyes.

"He went back to Kansas City, his house still isn't finished but I think he's going to stay with a friend."my mom speaks quickly and quietly and I instantly turn around to leave the bedroom.

"Taylor!" She whisper shouts and I spin back around in the hallway to peak my head back into the room.

"If you go now you might catch him at the airport."