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Travis' P.O.V.

That night, at Katelyn's place;

"Ohhh Travis, you're so hot! Please, kiss me! No, even better, love me Travis! LOVE ME!" Katelyn screamed.

"Of course." I leaned in to kiss her...


"WAKE UP!" Katelyn screamed/whispered, pouring a glass of ice water on my face.

"You couldn't wait to see my face?" I asked, winking with a sly smirk.

"If you don't stop that you won't have a eye to wink with." She said, she was dead serious.

"Calm down!" I said loudly.

She put her hand over my mouth, I looked over to the clock. It was 2:00 A.M.

"Why did you wake me up?" I asked confused, moving her hand away from my mouth.

"I think there's someone in the house." She whispered, she was shaking.

"Come with me." I then scooped her up and walked into the bathroom.

"Does Aphmau have any knives or anything?" I asked, she had let me sleep in Aph's room.

"Not that I know of, but I do..." She said, she was shaking even more.

"Let's go to your room, okay? Everything will be ok." I said, slowing opening the door.

She grabbed my hand, we quietly walked into her room. She had a little pink pistol under her bed, it was loaded.

"What's up with this?" I asked confused.

"Cadenza got it for my birthday last year." She said taking it from me, "do you know how to use it?"

"Nope..." I said, blushing.

"Good thing I do, but what if there really is someone?" She was interrupted by a crash, it was coming from downstairs.

I grabbed her and we dove into her closet.

She was starting to whimper.

"I'm scared..." She whispered.

"It's okay." I cooed into her ear, "just be quiet."

I felt her wrap her arms around me.

"Do you have your phone on you?" I asked her.

"Yeah..." She said, we heard footsteps.

"Don't. Move." I said quietly, and quickly.

"She pushed her body fully up against me into the furthest corner of her tiny closet.

There was a picture of her falling out of a shoebox. She was posing, yet she didn't look happy about it. Her stomach was sucked in as far as it would go and you could tell she had been crying. What the hell were those pictures.

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