The Trip to My Heart (BxB)

Chapter 19

Elliot's POV

What the hell is happening to me right now? I didn't know what else to do but swing my arms and violently struggle to get out of this person's iron grip.

I'm a strong man; I should have the power in me to kill this guy right now, but I guess my sleep deprivation is taking a toll on me.

I finally begin to feel my adrenaline pumping through my veins when I hear a whisper. "Elliot, calm down and stop fighting." It was a male voice.

Does this guy really think I'm gonna stop trying to get away from him just because he said to? No!

"Elliot! I said calm down! If you do, you'll see who I am! I'm not trying to kidnap you!" I heard the voice again. Except this time it sounded a bit more familiar. Where do I know it from?

I let my body go completely limp, and I fell to the floor. For some odd reason, I trusted that this person wasn't going to hurt me. My towel was beginning to fall off, and I was really offended that this home invader decided to show up at this exact time.

After readjusting the tightness of my wet towel, I flipped the closet light on. Standing right in front of me, was the one and only.. Gavin McCowell.

"Gavin?! What the hell are you doing in my house right now? You scared the hell out of me!" I was still breathing heavy as I said this.

"Well.. I.. I wanted to talk. And I didn't have the courage to do it the other night, so here I am.. in your closet." He responded, seeming a bit embarrassed.

I attempted to explain. "You know this isn't the right way to do such a thing. You should've just called me and told me you wanted to talk. If I didn't know it was you, I would've hurt you."

"I know, and now that I'm in the moment I realize how stupid it was. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I could tell that he really meant it, so I decided to forgive him, even though he broke into my house. "How'd you get inside anyways?" I look around, looking for some sort of clue, wondering if he actually broke in or not.

"You never asked me for the house key when you got back. I still have it." He smirked evilly. I rolled my eyes dramatically and continued on with the conversation, although I was immensely tempted to smack him right in the mouth. However, I refrained from being cruel.

"So," I began, "what exactly are you wanting to discuss?" I shift my weight to my other leg, my arms crossed. "Us." Gavin mumbles under his breath. My heart beat picks up its speed.

"Gav, we broke up a long time ago. There is no 'us.' You know how I feel about how we ended things and I would rather not discuss it right now. Especially at a time like this, when I'm under a lot of stress." He looks into my eyes intently and says absolutely nothing. That's how he's always gotten me to do things for him. He knows it makes me feel guilty, so, like I always used to, I caved in and immediately felt the shame.

"Fine. Go sit on my bed." I commanded. As he did that, I put some clothes on so my nakedness wouldn't add to how awkward this was about to be.

Gavin and I dated for 4 and a half years, beginning freshman year of college. We both went to Stanford University. I met him Sophomore year in high school, and we stayed in touch ever since. We never planned to get so close. A drunken one-night stand somehow turned into something more. He was my first real boyfriend, and our relationship was what most people would call "meant to be." However, it definitely wasn't.

We broke up because he got bored. After college I was beginning to commit to working with the CDC, and he wasn't okay with the amount of time I spent doing my job. I diligently tried to keep it together, but Gavin insisted that we would both be happier if we just broke it off. Which of course, we were.

Since the breakup, we only talk when I ask him to come watch Chester. It doesn't bother me, but I'm starting to see that it's bothering him.

"Elliot I know I probably seem insane right now, but please just hear me out. If you never listen to me again, do it just this one time. Please." He grabs my left hand and I snatch it away. "Okay whatever. I'll listen to what you have to say. But no touching." I say with a bit of an attitude.

"Ever since we broke up I have felt guilty and empty hearted. I was really stupid to break it off for such a ridiculous reason. I understand you're a busy man, but I'm more than willing to overlook that, so we can try again. You were the only thing I ever had, Elliot. I want that again. I miss how happy we made each other. Please give me- us, another chance. I swear you won't regret it." I see him reach for my hand again but he retreats it.

I take a deep sigh before countering his statement. "Gavin, look. You know I have missed you just as much as you've missed me. Everything happens for a reason. We ended it because things weren't working out. And that's okay! There are millions of people in this world. You can't possibly still be stuck on me. It's been 11 months. I've moved on, and so should you."

"Don't you think I've tried?! I have dated other people but every time I get even remotely close to them emotionally, I see your face. It won't go away, Elliot. That must mean something."

"It means... you aren't trying hard enough. Go home please. You're probably just sleep deprived. Go get some rest and you'll forget all about this in the morning." I motion him to stand up, and he does, but not because he wanted to.

I follow him out of my bedroom and down the stairs, then out of the front door. I walk him to his car, because I still want to make sure he is actually going home.

Right as he closes his car door, I remember. "Gavin! Wait!" He rolls down the window and cocks an eyebrow. "Key." I command, while holding out my hand.

He digs it out of his jean pocket and places it in my palm. I nod, and wait for him to crank his vehicle and leave.

Only, it doesn't crank.

He tries numerous amounts of times to start the engine, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't. "Damnit!" He yells while hitting his steering wheel.

"Elliot, can you at least call AAA for me? I left my phone at home." Gavin pleads. "Sure." I pull out my IPhone 6s and dial the number for AAA. Coincidentally, there's no service. I tried walking inside the house, and all around the backyard. Nothing.

Of course this would happen. Just my luck, right?

I make my way back over to Gavin to relay the bad news. "Gav, there's no service.. So there's no way to reach AAA. You can just stay the night and I'll go somewhere in the morning to go get help. It's midnight and nobody would be open this late." His expression turned sullen but then I saw his eyes light up a bit.

He gets back out of his car and we both re-enter my home. I go into the guest bedroom where he usually stays and situate him, before heading back upstairs to go to bed.

Chester jumps onto my bed as I sit down on it, and he buries himself under my comforter. I do the same, eager to end this night as soon as possible.

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-Emily