Between Two Eternities || Travis Hamonic

(38) You're the Healing Hands Where it Used to Hurt

My phone call with Melissa lasted a few hours. She said that she only knew that Travis and I had gotten into a fight, because he apparently called herself, their other sister Carly, and their brother Jesse in distress over what to do.

It only causes me to feel embarrassment that I'm causing so much drama in Travis's life.

"We basically just told him to let you have space. I didn't think that you had disappeared, though. He must be so worried about you," she told me. I had come to realize that ignoring his phone calls and texts wasn't responsible.

I explained the whole fight to her, all my feelings and fears, everything I said and everything he said back. She listened and gave me advice, even though we had never met in person.

The last thing she said to me before saying goodbye was, "I don't think you know just how much Travis really needs you. He is so in love with you, I don't even know how to explain to you. We've never seen him this happy. Once you get that, you won't be thinking that you aren't good enough for him, you'll just be happy together. I really really want that for you guys, we all do. He's my baby brother, all I want is for him to be happy."

Her words bring me to tears, and feelings surface enough to get me out of bed and dressed and outside. I'm going home, to Travis.

I get back to the apartment, and use my key to get in. I can tell right away that the place is empty, that Travis isn't even here. Strangely, I'm relieved that I can relax a little bit and get myself together before facing him.

It's about six in the evening, and the sky is becoming more orange than blue at this point. The windows that make up the whole back wall of the place let in a clear view of the city, busy and beautiful.

As I wait in the kitchen, because it's not in clear view of the front door, I become nervous for his reaction. Maybe he's thought about what I said and realized that maybe he does deserve more. I can only hope that Melissa is right.

I text Avery to thank her and tell her that I'm safe and back at the apartment. She doesn't respond but I understand, she's probably living it up this Friday night. I also text Grace, because I know that she's probably been worried as well, with having heard the events from Travis and Anders.

I use the microwave to make sure my face is free of tears and I'm presentable enough to pour my heart and soul out to the man I love. I go upstairs to the bedroom, to see that the room is a mess, with clothes all over the floor and the bed looking like it hadn't been made in months (when in reality it had only been a few days). I sit down on the bed and look around. Everything feels so different.

I sigh and head back down the staircase. After forever, I hear a key turn in the lock in the front door. Travis's voice reigns through but he isn't talking to me, he hasn't seen me yet.

"Yeah she's around but I didn't find her yet.... No I can't do that because she's not missing, she just doesn't want to see me... Yeah I know... I just got home, I just don't know what to do. I feel like it's over, man. Everything just got so good and now it all sucks. It's making me sick not knowing how she's doing..."

I take a deep breath and walk out of the kitchen, and peek around the corner. Travis is shrugging off his coat, with his cell phone to his ear. I wonder who he's talking to?

He listens to whoever it is and rubs his eyes for a few seconds before finally shutting the front door. "I guess I'll just-" When he looks up, he sees me out of the corner of his eye and does a double take before cutting off whoever is on the other line by saying, "Jess she's here I gotta go. Yeah I'll call you later."

He hangs up and palms the phone, looking at me and taking laboring breaths. "Hi," I say timidly.

He puts all his stuff down on the coffee table, in the process becoming that much closer to my current position. His appearance makes me blush and my heart quicken.