But Loved

8. Red Lips and All

"Travis?" I call closing his apartment door.

"Hey," he says waking into the room.

I smile at him placing my coat on his coat rack. He looks extremely attractive at the moment and that's all I'm going to say. He sighs and sits down. I frown knowing what he wants to talk about isn't good.

"Travis? What's wrong?" I ask taking a seat next to him.

Do I actually want to know?

"I don't know how to feel about you being friends with Ashton," he states.

Why is he so insecure about this? It's not like he loves me.

"You don't have to worry. We both are in beautiful relationships. I like you," I say taking his hand.

"But you're so close to him," he says looking down at my hand.

"So? I could say that about a lot of your girl friends," I state and he shakes his head.

"That's not the same," he exclaims standing up.

How is it not the same? Every girl he talks to has history with him. He shouldn't worry.

I watch as he paces the area in front of me. He has his hands on his face. He might actually claw his eyes out. I stand up. He doesn't look so good.

"T?" I ask taking his arm lightly.

Travis tenses. I watch nervously as he grabs my wrist and pulls down my sweater sleeve. I wince at his grip. He forces me to look at my white scars on my sun kissed skin. I wince again from the memories.What is he trying to prove with shoving my past in my face?

"Look at this! He did this! Why do you still look at him like he's everything?" He shouts. "I saw pictures of you two! I know how you were!"

I can't look at him. I can't look at my wrists. He's using my horrid past against me. How could he do this to me. My eyes begin to tear up from the physical and mental pain he's throwing at me.

"I don't! Please stop! You're hurting me!" I plead as his grip tightens

"You're hurting me!" He exclaims and I look up at him.

Travis' eyes seemed to be coated in a haze. I bet all he can see is red. I try to make him loosen his stone hard grab on my wrist but it doesn't work.

Am I hurting him this much?

He shoves me making me fall to my butt. I groaned in pain clutching onto my shoulder. My shoulder dislodged when I hit the ground since he was still holding my wrist. I cried out in pain trying to pry my hand out of his with a greater force than before. I begin to stand up again unsure how to handle this. A hand goes up and I dare to scream. It's silenced as he slaps me making me fall again. This time he lets go of my arm. Why is this happening?

I look up at Travis. He looks scared. He looked at his hands like there was something on it. When he looked down at me his eyes widened. It's like he saw some red haired ghost. I knew I was pale right now. The slap he stuck on my face probably stood out even if I was sun kissed. I was scared. The color in my face is most likely gone.

I haven't felt like this since.... No!

"I-I am so so sorry," he says before running off into his room.

I take a deep breath running to his bathroom. The light flashes on and I'm stuck staring at my color drained face with a huge red mark on my right cheek. My fingers linger over the light bruise like if I touch it I'll crack.