The Forgotten (on hold)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Travis Graves...

I felt my eyes water at just the sight of him. Time just seemed to freeze as I took him in. I hadn't seen him since we were six years old. I know it's been a long time since we last saw each other, hell he probably doesn't even remember me but I knew the boy in the store room with that guitar was him and there was no mistaking it.

The dark chocolate hair he always had layered thicker on top, his deep brown eyes still stuck out against his beautiful tanned completion, he still and probably always will be taller than me but he was average for his height and now I could tell he went to the gym by the muscles I could see bulging out from underneath his white work shirt. The only way I could surely know it was him was the guitar. It was practically his baby even from just six years old although at the time he had no idea how to play the thing. Well that and the thing was like twice his size. It would've been a real comedy we watch that if he could play it at that age.

I don't know what make the guitar is but it was his grandfathers acoustic guitar. I faintly remember my mum telling me that it was the only thing his grandfather left for, Travis before his passing as well as a will for who knows how much money which he will get for when he turns eighteen. Maybe that's what she said but I'm not really sure considering I was so young at the time...

Just looking at him now, actually seeing him just meters away seemed so unreal. Right now I could easily just walk up there to him, say hello and finally be reunited but I'm just too scared. How will he react once he recognizes me? I'd feel absolutely great but then what of he doesn't recognise me? I'd be crushed if that were to happen. So with that I did the only thing I could think of.

I spun around and ran....right into a customer...

I cringed as I felt my face connect with the solid ground along with the loud ringing I could hear of bags and a body drop. Almost immediately as I tried to get up I felt a pair of strong arms hull me up and I couldn't help but notice the little tingles that shot through me at the persons touch. I winced glancing at my grazed hands but before long I was staring up into deep brown eyes that they stayed trained on fixing up my hands which they now held tightly. To scared to even move I ducked my head hiding behind my hair as I watched intently as their hands slowly cleaned up my scrapes. Faintly I heard the woman being helped who I knocked down but I couldn't look away by some unseen force. It's like if I moved or blinked in just the slightest the moment would shatter in front of me and just disappear as if it were a dream. All in all though it sort of felt like a dream but I knew it wasn't. I guess that's why I was scared, because I knew all of what was happening right now was in fact real.

"There you go. Better watch where you're going next time, eh?" They chuckled dropping my hands.

"Yeah..." I whimpered at the loss of their touch. Wrapping my arms around myself I ducked around them and tried to make a run for the door which I intended to do first time round but just like the first I got stopped.

"Wait!" A voice yelled as an arm leapt out and tugged on to mine making me halt in my tracks. "I'm, Travis do you mind telling me your nam- Evelyn?" He gaped in shock and then I froze as his eyes finally locked onto mine....

FLASHBACK AGE THREE

"But, Andy I don't wanna go!" I cried flinging my pink hello Kitty bag on the ground and stomping my foot on the ground. Pouting I stared up at my older brother, Andrew as he shook his head laughing at me.

"C'mon, Eve it will only be four hours and then mummy will come pick you up." He said squatting down to my height.

"Thwats ages, Andy!" I whimpered watching him go pick up my bag.