Not Anymore [Book One]

chapter 15

"Mitch? Are you listening to me?"

I blinked.  "Sorry, what?"

Travis raised an eyebrow. We were in his car, out for a drive.

"Mitch, are you alright?" He asked.

"Sure. Why won't I be." I lied.

Travis kept on staring at me and I lowered my gaze. The truth was..Everytime I looked at Travis, I thought of that image of me and Scott kissing.
I don't know why, but I just did.
It made me uncomfortable, and it made me zone off when Travis talked to me.

"Mitch,if something's wrong..I can help.
All you have to do is tell me what's wrong."

Something was wrong. But how could I tell my boyfriend I kissed my brother and now whenever I saw him, I saw that image?

"No Travis, nothing's wrong. I'm just tired, that's all. Can we go home? I need to rest."

He nodded. "Yeah. Let's go to my place. We can cuddle up, have some fun."

I shook my head. "No, I want to go home. My home. Alone."

"Oh." Travis looked disapointed and I kissed him. "Sorry sweetie. I'm very tired."

"Who cares?"

"What?"

"Nothing. C'mon. I'll drive you home."

Something's wrong with Travis, if you ask me.
***

I walked in my room and flopped on my bed.
I really needed to remember what happened.
I closed my eyes and consentrated.

"Why do you hate me so much, anyway?" I remeber my voice. "So so so so~~~much!"

Oh no.
Now Scott's gonna think I'm a desperate twit.
Dang it
No, focus.
I need more.

Suddenly, that night's memory shot through my head like a bullet, messing up my head.

"Hey, Spott! Don't be so hard on Travis. He's a good guy, really. Believe me."

"We can't do this. We're brothers."

"It's not that I don't want to."

"Think of me when you look at Travis."

I gasped as I finally broke free of the memory.
"What did I do that night?!" I asked myself in terror.

"What night?"

I screamed and threw the nearest thing I could find at the intruder; a pair of scissors."

"Ow!"

I opened my eyes. The intruder turned out to be my own brother, Scott.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!!" I exclaimed.

"No..I'm fine!" A long drop of blood trickled down his face.

10 minutes later

Me and Scott sat on his bed.
I was bandaging his head, and he was playing with my nails.

"I am truly sorry, Scott. I thought you were an intruder!" I said.

"Hey, No worries." He smiled and held my pinky finger.

"Scott I know I've asked you this before, but.."

"C'mon Mitch. You can tell me."

"Do you remeber what happened that night?"

He raised his eyebrows. "And what night in particular, may I ask?"

"The night we got drunk, bastard!"

"Ohh"

I gulped as he frowned.

"I told you Mitch. I'm a complete drunk. And drunks have bad memories.I don't have a clue."

"Scott."

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure?"

Scott's POV
Shit he's on to me
Okay, don't panic.

"Yes Mitch. I'm sure. I don't remeber a thing"

Bitch, too much! You should have stopped at 'I'm sure' .No calm down. He might not notice.

"Swear to god?"

Dang
What should I say?
Just then, the door opened and Kirstie walked in.

"Mitch I need you for something."

"Comin'"

And with that, Mitch left our room.
Kirstie saved my life. She is officially my numer two queen. Next to Beyoncé I mean.

I sighed. Mitch was trying to remeber.
My plan was going great.
I touched my bandaged head and smiled.
"Adorable." I mumbled

Just then, my phone rang. "Hello?"

"It's me."

"Travis?"