HeartBreaker Vs HeartHealer {Travlyn FF} COMPLETED

{Chapter 15}

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-Katelyn-

"Travis?" I ask as I clean the counter at the ice cream shop.

It was Monday, which meant another work day. Though today Travis promised that he would come. As well as any other work day. I was happy that he didn't leave me after all.

"Hum?" He hummed as he stopped mopping the floor.

"Uh..." I awkwardly stammered.

I wanted to ask him about his past, well his childhood. My mother said that he was locked in his room because of his father and I want to know more about that. Though I don't know how to ask him that.

Be blunt? Now that's something I am definitely not.

"Somethin wrong?"

I look at him. "Travis, I love my parents very much but you never seem to talk to yours. How come?"

He stares at me for a bit the looks away, clearly being uncomfortable.

"I don't want to talk about them. There too good for me, and I don't deserve being there son"

I gasp.

"How come you feel this way? I mean I can't really understand how... Uh never mind"

He laughs nervously. "What am I, being interviewed or something? I'm not close to them since there not my biological parents, as well as my sister. Thats all"

He... He is adopted?

"Oh, sorry for asking then... It's just I, well heard that your father wasn't really nice to uh, you"

Wow Katelyn, way to make this suspicious and awkward.

Thank you sub-conscious, that's what I am the best at anyways.

He doesn't respond, and scratches the back of his neck.

"Travis?" I ask after a short moment of silence.

"Why are you suddenly interested in my family?" He asked.

"Because, you never seem to tell me anything about yourself..." I mumble.

He sighs. "Your the only one that I told this so, so please don't tell anyone else.

My real father is horrible. I hate him a lot, since he was a horrible parent to me. He gave me away to a friend for my own good, but I never got to trust any parent after him. That's why I'm not that close to my adopted parents..."

I stare at him surprised.

He has been through a lot more then I have, then how come he acts to cheery all the time?

How could he have comforted me when he has been through worse?

I feel myself on the tears, and he smiles at me.

"It's okay, everything is fine now."

"But why does he treat you like that?" I asked.

"After when my mother died he kinda blamed it on me, since she died giving birth to me. I don't remember her since I never saw her."

I began to cry. "I'm sorry..."

He walks towards me and hugs me. "Don't be. Like I said I am fine, and will be for the most part."

He breaks away from the hug and wipes my tears.

"To change the subject, are you going to London? Isn't that in a couple days?" He asked.

I nod. "I thought it would be great to see how London looks like. And of course take the course."

His face falls. "I'll miss you, my blueberry"