Hired for Luke brooks

Travis: Part 1

When I wake up, my head feels like a block of ice had been hammered through my ears and into my brain. Wincing, I reach up to rub my eyes and get suddenly hit by a wave of nausea that sends the room tilting around me. Then I remembered the terrible discovery I had made last night, before face planting the floor. I groan in discomfort before looking around to find Luke. He stands swiftly, rushing over to me, making me feel even more sick at his fast motion.

"I'm okay." I reassure him quickly, sitting up, hand on head. I try not to groan as I do this, my head resting back on the wall. Looking at him through squinted eyes, I speak. "I'm fine." I repeat again.

"You can't do that to me!" He exclaims taking me into his arms, slightly shaking as he holds me close.

"I'm sorry." I apologise quickly pecking him on the lips in comfort. "How longs it been?" I ask, feeling as though id been sleeping forever. I force the thoughts of carter and travis to a very dark corner in the back of my mind to agonise over later.

Luke takes a short look at his watch before meeting my gaze once more, "Couple of hours?" It comes out like question but I ignore it. "When we saw you drop like that we all pretty much panicked." He sighs saying this and a sudden wave of guilt washes over me.

"I'm sorry." I repeat again, not really meaning it. I couldn't exactly help it? Could i?

He rolls his eyes and I bite my lip to stop a groan of annoyance escaping my lips. "Do you want something to eat?" I go to protest, ready to tell him that I wasn't hungry when my tummy rumbles loudly, as if the mention if the food made the hungry monster inside me come alive, scratching for food. This answers his question, and with a chuckle he brings me down stairs into the kitchen.

"We have...toast...pasta...-" He starts naming the many things I could have with a bored voice but I zone out, my thoughts flickering back to carter and her 'date' travis. It couldn't be that travis? Could it? That would be insanely coincidental and extremely unlikely...right? My thoughts get interrupted when I realise Luke has stopped talking and is now looking at me worriedly. His eyes are filled with curiosity and I know he's about to ask me.

"Who's travis?" He asks, I'm taken aback from his words. He knows who he is. He freaking kicked his ass.

I shake my head, "You fucking know who he is!" I lose my temper and his face turns angry at my tone and use of words.

"I do?" He's sarcastic and I stand in annoyance. "Why would I ask if I knew?"

"Well, you did nearly kill him." I smirk now, but it soon drops when realisation comes across his pretty little face, turning it extremely worried and angry.

"Travis..?" He spits out my crazy ex boyfriends name with a glare causing a flinch to escape me.

"Yes. Who else could it be?" My voice is panicked now as Luke approaches me a kind look on his face.

"Maybe it's a different one, Katie." Luke tries to reason but I'm too scared to listen. "A coincidence?"

"What if it's not, Luke? What if the guy my little sister is dating is the abusive son of a bitch that I was with?" I'm throwing this at him quickly and he sighs at my paranoia.

"What if it's not?"

I stare at him in complete shock at what he's saying right now. Knowing that I'm either going to make things worse by arguing further, or I'm just going to walk out. Both i really don't want to be doing today. I stand calmly and send him a forced smile.

"I'm going to talk to Carter." I state this calmly heading back up the stairs, my body forgetting about the food. 

"Wait no!" He rushes after me, tugging on my arm.

"Let go." I snap my tone snapping him out of it. I can tell he's hurt from my tone when he drops his hand immediately, almost like id burnt him.

I take no notice of his shouts of protest as I storm into the room she's sleeping in. "Carter!"

She's sleeping. Peacefully. I almost feel bad for running on her like this, but the feeling of complete terror is locked in my brain and I need answers.

"Carter!" I whisper yell this at her, no response. "Honestly?" I grumble this to myself, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Travis...no....Katie...." She grumbles this in her sleep and I freeze.

I shove her awake, and she sits up gasping. "We need to talk." I tell her this and she glares at me for waking her.

"What? Right now?" She snaps this rolling over, ignoring me. I pull her back to face me harshly.

"Yes. Right now." I snap.

"About what? A zombie apocalypse?" She gasps sarcastically, I roll my eyes, suddenly fed up of playing games.

"Travis."

"Oh..."

"Talk. Now."