Chapter 10
Travis's POV
I barely slept all night.
I couldn't push the picture of Jean crying out of my head. I thought of all the problems she might be facing, possible people upsetting her. But these were all assumptions. I couldnt know for sure, until she told me herself. Which i know, she wont. It's Jean, the tough girl who can handle all curve balls thrown at her. Or so she projected herself to be. I just had to find another way to get it out of her. I don't know what happened in these past six years or rather i'm afraid to see the extent of damage. A shudder went down my spine.
I turned my face in her direction. She looked so peaceful with her wavy locks all over the pillow. Another reason i couldn't sleep was because this girl is such a restless sleeper. She was tossing all night. I had to hold her still and caress her hair, that's when she finally slipped into deep slumber.
The bedside clock showed the time as 8:45. I need to get her back inside the room before someone catches her here and we're both in trouble. I think of waking her up but i think 'screw it, give it a couple of minutes more'. Leaving her to catch a couple of minutes sleep more, i move inside the bathroom.
Ten minutes later when i come out, she's already awake. I feel a sense of relief, now i don't have to be the bad guy. But her face.. something's not right. The eyes are wide, wide open like she heard some bad news. As soon as she sees me, her face is red.
I am confused, is she embarrassed? "Jean, it's not what you think. Nothing happened last night i promise.." she shakes her head, not making eye contact.
" It's not that.." she mumbles.
"Uh..do you want me to go out?" I ask. Her eyes plead me to do so. Without another word, I leave.
I'm sure i didnt do anything wrong. The door slwoly opens and she scurries off to her room without even looking in my direction.
I think of catching sleep for a few hours more. Just as I'm about to get under my comforter, i see something.
Oh no, this week just got a lot harder..
Jean's POV
I dont cry. I just dont. And even if i do, its never in front of myself. Yet last night, when i was feeling most vulnerable, i wound up in Travis's room. UGH, i feel so weak around him.
It's only cause he's been your best friend for 12 years, my brain reminds me.
But this morning, i realised why i have been feeling like an emotional monkey.
This is sooo embarrassing. I decide i'm not going to leave the room .I just want sleep and not wake up for the next few days.
I go in for a quick shower. I felt a little dizzy in the bathroom, having no strength i took support of the door to steady myself.
I put on the most comfortable clothes and get inside my bed.
My back hurts and i have no strength to stand.
Just then i hear a loud knock on my room. My mom enters, her eyes red rimmed. i instantly know something's not right. I sit up strighter and take a deep breathe in to hear whatever she has to say. It's probably bad anyway.
"You're up early" she says. "Whats up?" I asked, avoiding casual talk.
"I'm taking the kids to your grandmom's. We'll be back in a week..in time to welcome Travis's parents. Behave well and take care of the house. I am leaving some money with Robert. Okay?" She turned around and left before i could say anything.
I really wanted to meet Eric and Chloe. Especially Chloe. I know how much she hates going to Granna's place. I push myself out of bed with wobbling knees and some how manage to go down.
I reach just in time to say goodbye. As they load bags in the car, I give them both a good, long hug. I can how confused and upset they are. But there is nothing i can do.
I let Chloe borrow my favourite top. That better cheer her up.
I watch the car leave and turn around. I cannot walk more than two feet and go lie down on the couch in the living room. I feel really tired and instantly fall asleep.
When I open my eyes next, i'm back in my room.
I am confused for a minute and then it dawns upon me.
I guess it's not that bad to have him around right?
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I've Got You.
Teen Fiction"I'm fine". I spat the words out, a little too fast. I'm not sure he understood. I cautiously raised my eyes and met his. He was looking at me. No, he wasn't just looking at me, he saw right through me . "You're not. You are far from being 'fine'. A...