Abduction

Chapter 1 (After Math)

***AFTERMATH***

I'm sitting at the kitchen table shoveling spoonful's of oatmeal into my mouth and Travis is sitting here, watching me. Picking at his finger nails and silently, watching me. He's not saying anything, but he doesn't need to say anything because I already know what's going through his diluted mind. Today Travis and I have a counseling appointment where we will have to finally discuss the situation. And so as I sit, eating my oatmeal and Travis sits here staring at me, I hear the unspoken but obvious message that's running through his mind. He acts like this whole thing is my fault, like in some kind of twisted and perverted way, the things that happened were all because of me. But I know the truth, the real truth and I wont let his bitter attitude towards our past keep me from being happy. He has to let go of his guilt eventually and besides, we have a future to look forward to. Or at least I hope we do, because I truly love this boy and contrary to what anybody else may believe, I know he loves me as well.

"Cameron, please finish. We need to leave now or we won't make it on time." Travis speaks from where he's seated. His tone is clipped and sharp, I know he means business. I am pulling my spoon through the middle of the soupy oats creating little waves and chunks. My head is resting on my elbow which is propped on the table beside my bowl and my long black hair dangles over one shoulder, threatening to dip into my mushy cereal. Travis is still watching me, his pretty eyes follow my every move. He knows I wont eat it, but he still wakes early every morning to make it for me just like old times.

"I'm finished." I announce dropping the spoon into the dish with a clank and jumping from my chair. I can see that Travis is relieved. He crosses the room to the closet and retrieves my coat and his. I slip my arms into the warm sleeves of my outerwear while he slides a hat over his head and zips up his own jacket. It's not cold outside, not at all. But Travis still worries the people might recognize him in public so he's layered up anyways. I smile at him, watching as he adjusts the beanie he has on his head. His dark curly hair peeks out along the edges and frames his long face. Travis steps in front of me to pull the door open and places his hand on the small of my back to guide my steps.

"You ready?" He asks, more for himself than me.

"Always." I answer back placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. He doesn't answer, instead he tugs the door shut behinds us, opens the passenger's side for me to get in and then shoves the keys in the ignition and drives us silently to out appointment.

*****

The doctor here is very kind. Her name is Holly and she's short with frizzy blonde hair and really big eyes that hide behind the lenses of a pair of glasses. Her office is nice, cozy. The couches are arranged so everyone can see one another and there's a cute little coffee table sitting in the center with some cups of water and a snack tray.

I can tell Travis is nervous because he's chewing on his lip and he's fidgety. Despite his worries, he manages to paste a weak smile on his face and grip my hand to let me know that I have his support. I love him, so I squeeze back.

"Alright, so today I thought we might just start with a recap of what happened that night." Doctor Holly explains reaching for a glass of water. I feel Travis stiffen beside me, I shoot him a look of panic because I know he hates it when we have to bring this up.

"Maybe we shouldn't...." I trail off still concentrated on tapping into Travis' emotions.

"Cami, don't. " He instructs shakily. I know that he wants to talk about this, to brave it out. He's giving this a chance.

"Are we ready to begin?" Dr. Holly asks she looks slightly concerned and a little confused. I nod and Travis squeezes my hand again.

Doctor Holly grabs her clipboard and a pencil she pulls from behind her ear and begins to scribble something on the piece of paper before her. Then she places the pencil back behind her ear and looks up at the both of us expectantly. I glance at Travis once more but he smiles and so I know exactly what I have to do.

"Well," I begin releasing a great breathe of air. "It was a Tuesday night back in August........"