The Basement

Chapter One - The Beginning

Hi my name is Felicity Cameron and I'm 23 years old. I met the love of my life 5 years ago on Valentine's Day. This story is about my life with the man of my dreams, Travis Stewart who is 26 years old. We met on Valentine's Day in 2018 when he asked me on a romantic date in the park as I got to school for the first time (I moved across the country).

There was a candlelit dinner as the sun was setting and he was telling me how beautiful I looked as the light danced against my face in the sunset. He told me how my deep ocean blue eyes shimmered in the moonlight and how my lips blossomed like the first flowers of spring. He said how my cheek bones are a work of art.

He was a work of art in himself. The structure of his jawline was strong yet sharp.
His piercing blue eyes stole my breath away. His voluptuous lips were a shade of baby pink and I couldn't wait to kiss his inviting mouth.

Enough about me, let me allow you to indulge in the last five years of our life. For starters I have a job as an Art director at Hands on Beyond Design Corporations in New York. I've been working at this place for just over two years now. Travis works as a Architect at Creative Architecture in New York, he's been working here for 6 years now.

Our love story is my favourite. Travis is such a romantic. Every once in a while he'll surprise me at work with flowers and chocolate. (Sweeties and Choclates are de devil). He is the love of my life.

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Inside Travis and Felicity's house.

Saturday Morning at 9:00am.

As I turn on my side to face Travis I notice he's already staring and that's the best feeling in the world.

"My baby, you look so beautiful early in the morning." Travis exclaims.

"Shush, you look like shit my love." I reply back to him.

"Oh what did I do to deserve such a romantic women such as yourself Fifi." He tells me.

Travis calls me Fifi, it's his nickname for me.

"You asked me out on a date Trav, you asked me to be your girlfriend on the first date. You asked for it." I tell him in a sassy tone.

"Belive me I know. You were just the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and the moment you stepped foot in the school I knew I just had to win your heart. I succeeded hopefully." Travis says while pulling me closer into his chest.

I smile just as I'm about to answer. "My love you definitely succeeded I couldn't have asked for it to be any different. You are my whole life." I say as I grab his face to kiss his voluptuous lips intently.

He pulls me on top of him while not breaking the kiss. I pull away while climbing out of bed to put my shirt on to go make some breakfast. As I do this he begins to whine.

"Ag no man baby, why'd you stop?" Travis whines like a baby.

"Because you and I both know, if I don't stop now we won't stop at all." I say winking at him.

"That's the point baby." Travis says.

I simply wink at him and walk out of the bedroom making my way to the kitchen.
As I get into the kitchen I take the hairband that's sitting on my wrist and tie my hair in a messy bun so I can prepare a breakfast. I turned the stereo in the kitchen on and 'Shape of you' by Ed Sheeran was playing as I began preparing breakfast.

I took out a pan to cook pancakes. While cooking the pancakes I danced along to the music flipping the pancakes to get them a golden brown.

All of a sudden I felt hands wrap around my waist as Travis held me and kissed my cheek.

"Mmmmn that smells fucking yummy." Travis states pointing to the dish that has already made pancakes inside.

"Grab a plate and eat love, we got a few errands to run today." I tell him.

"Sure thing Fifi, what errands though?" Travis asks confused with a mouth full of pancakes.

"We need to go get some more groceries and we need to go pay for our utilities today. After we've done all of that I'd like to make a stop at Lichen Cemetery if that's okay with you Trav." I say uneasy.

Travis makes his way off the chair and towards me, he wipes a tear I didn't even know I had off my cheek and whispers softly, "of course my baby, but are you sure you're ready."

Okay let me explain this. When I was 18 my mom Trish was killed by her father (my grandfather). He killed her in cold blood. He has a mental issue, he suffers with bipolar and one day he lost his shit when my mom told him that the man she married wasn't actually my father and they both knew, my mom never thought she'd find a husband so she got a sperm donor in order for her to have a child and a few months into the pregnancy she met my step dad and they fell inlove and got married when I was 2. They told everyone he was my father so that she didn't have to say she got a sperm donor and her dad -my grandfather-didn't agree with the fact that she didn't tell him and that she actually used a donor, so he just shot her, straight in the head and he is facing life in prison as we speak. Messed up I know.

"Yes, I'm sure." I say barely above a whisper.

Travis holds me tighter, pulling my body into his as he moves me away from the stove and makes me sit on his lap as he lowers us onto the chair.

"My love...you don't seem sure, is it not still too soon. You don't have to rush things?" Travis tells me assuringly.

"It's been five fucking years Travis and I haven't gone to her grave once, I attended her funeral but that's it!" I yell at him at the top of my voice while getting off of him with much force making my way back to the stove.

He looks taken aback, he immediately gets up off the chair and makes his way towards me as I stand by the stove to finish making the last pancake.

"Fifi don't do that!" Travis says sternly.

"Do what Travis?"  I ask agitated and upset.

"Push me away. I'm here for you and I always will be. Remember I was there with you the night he killed her, I was right next to you as we walked through the door and she was laying there lifeless and he had the gun in his hand. Baby I'm not leaving you, so please don't push me away. Talk to me. I just want to make one hundred percent sure that you are ready. I don't want you to rush things and you end up getting even more hurt than you already are. Please understand my side my angel." Travis says kindly while placing his hands on my waist pulling the back of my body into his and resting his head on my back.

I smile at the small gesture but immediately am reminded of the conversation which results in a tear leaving my eye.

"I'm ready, but I want you to come with me. I can't do this alone." I say as I turn the stove off.

"Yes, of course I'll go with you angel, you mean the world to me, if this is what you want then it's what I want." Travis says lifting his head to speak and resting it back on my back as soon as he's finished speaking.

I find myself staring into the distance thinking back on that night, how we walked through the door and he had a huge smile on his face as he held the gun in his hand, he looked up at me smiling. I remember his words like he had just said them to me, "She had it coming." I hate him. He killed my mother. Without realising, I'm shaking as I begin to cry uncontrollably. Travis notices and swings my body around and engulfs me in a hug, letting me cry on his shoulder.

"Shh baby, it's okay, I'm here." He whispers into my ear.

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A/N

Characters appearances at the top.
Enjoy the first chapter. 😉

UNEDITED