Playing With Fire

Chapter Thirteen

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Apology ahead of time: This chapter is pretty short. I have to admit that I had to sit down and really think about what I was writing. I want this story to be different form the original so I will have to sacrifice page numbers to do so. I do, however, know what I'm doing now! So I'm calling that the good news.

Travis will show up soon--don't worry.

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                                                  Recap

I’m so against him, yet at the same time I feel obliged to be on his side. I can’t help but think that if he weren’t talking me through the attack, my face would’ve turned blue ages ago.

“Thank you.” I force out, my voice sounding awkward and short..

He nods and then looks uncertainly at me, “Look—what I was trying to say before—“

“Please,” I raise a hand up and purse my lips, “Can we not do this right now?”

He clamps his mouth shut and it forms a straight line.

I can tell he’s not pleased, but he’s not furious either.

After a minute of staring, he sighs and moves his head up and down.

“Will you give me a chance to explain later?” He presses, his face determined.

My mind screams no, by my heart, the one that nearly collapsed on me, reaches out to him.

“Yes.” I breathe, and quickly add in, “But only because you helped me.”  

                                             Chapter Thirteen                     

It has been a week—a week since my panic attack. Alongside, I haven’t seen Travis either. A part of me is relieved that I’ve been able to evade the confrontation; however, the other half—the one worried about our project—is furious with him. Of the three meet ups we’ve planned, he has showed for a prize winning one.

            Although, I can’t blame him entirely, considering I haven’t even bothered to drag him to do the work. Truth be told, I’m terrified.

            The image of that gun still haunts me—and I’m still not even sure why I haven’t told the police. Yet at the same time, how can someone so ruthless save me?

            I was hoping that sometime last week, he would’ve cooled off and showed up on Friday. He didn’t—and I wasn’t exactly surprised. It lead to the inevitable—having to confront him.

            That’s why the feeling of despair and angst overwhelmed me as I walked into class today. There was not a sign of him—good or bad.

            I guess that can lead to my anger in the project now. While angrily placing the finishing touches, I’ve been imagining the touches I could put on Travis’s face. Well, if I ever got the courage to do so.

            The auditorium is loud as usual, the echoing voices bouncing off the walls effortlessly. From the corner of my eye, I watch as Ashley gives her partner an enthusiastic high five.