The Girl You Knew

22. Fight

161 days till graduation. 161 days till my life begins.

I've never been to a concert, or even something like a music festival, but this place, where Travis has dragged me to is what I'd imagine a concert or music festival to be like. There is an astounding number of people crammed into this small space and each one of them are trying to speak over the other. If you are claustrophobic or you're just not a fan of being in a crammed up space with bulky and sweaty bodies all around you, then this is definitely not a place you should even consider visiting.

"Travis! Where are we going?!"

"Just give me a minute, love."

Travis is now dragging me through this sea of people. I can't really even make out where we're headed.

"Are you f*cking blind lass?! Watch where you're bloody going!" A massive man basically spits on my face as I accidentally bump into him trying to catch up with Travis.
He looks like he's about to push me down, Travis stops and looks back and tries to figure out why I look like I'm bracing myself for an impending attack.

"Do we have a problem here, mate?" he says, coming in between me and the giant man, seeming unfazed but the guy's sheer size. One hand is still clutching my hand and the other is clenched tightly by his side. His knuckles have gone white.

"Ty-Tywin. I..I didn't realize she's your bird. I apologize." The man just stuttered out of fear. Travis is clearly a big deal here. Suddenly, just his name is all I need to be protected. Well, his stage name at least.

I get a sudden dash of confidence to walk on my own but Travis has other plans and decides not to take his chances and pull me to his side and wraps an arm around my waist and we are headed towards wherever he's got his mind on taking me.

We're in a small clearing of some sort and I finally find a familiar face.

"Jordon!" Travis calls out and Jordon catches his eye and walks over. He's about to say something but he stops when he sees me. I give him a small wave, but he's just not having it.

"What is she doing here?!" he barks at Travis as soon as he comes over to us.

"Jus...just, take care of her ok? I only have one match today. Don't let her wander off."

"I'm on flipping baby sitting duty?! What. The. Hell. Trav."

"Jordan. Please."

And just like that, after a staring contest between the two, Jordan agrees to "baby sit" me but he does not put in any effort to show that he is not pleased. Not one bit.
Travis then disappears to some back door and it's just Jordan and I. And the guys who look like thugs all around us of course.

"So. What do you do here?" I ask Jordan, in an attempt to make conversation and to break the tension between us.

"I don't think I should tell you that. This is the last place a girl like you should ever come to. What was Travis thinking. He is sodding blinded by your love. Stupid, stupid, stupid-"

"And what's that supposed to mean?! I'm here anyways aren't I? Might as well just spill the beans." I say, cutting him short.

"Not anything you should worry your little head with. But long story short, Travis fights here, under an alias, always wins and then walks out of here with a butt load of cash. I'm kind of like his manager. That's it."

"What's his dad got to do with this place?"  I ask, in hopes of extracting some information from him. That's how Michael stumbled upon this area in the first place. Michael was looking into his dad, not Travis. So how is this place connected to Him?