The Adventures of Macy and Travis

Run ins and Make ups

  The paper that had all my notes for English was currently my main focus. Every time I seen any word however it would draw me back into a time when that same word came from Travis's mouth. I hit someone's rock hard chest and almost fell backwards from impact. Whoever it was caught me, but when I looked into his eyes I wished he hadn't.

        "Ryder." I said flabbergasted.

                "Hey, Macy Grace. It's been a while." I cringed at the sound of his oh-so charming voice.

        "I have to get to work." I lied trying to push my way around him.

                His ring pinched me when his grasp on my arm tightened. "You and I will have to go out sometime and catch up." He said.

            I nodded a little frightened. "Travis won't mind?" He pressed.

                "It doesn't matter. I am my own person. I need to go now though." I said gently, hoping a softer approach would loosen his grip. His eyes looked lost in mine for a minute before he nodded.

              "See you later, Macy." I nodded slightly and picked up the pace. I looked down on my arm and his finger prints were already turning blue. I rubbed it slightly.

                "Shit." I muttered softly. I got into Isaiah's car and drove to their house.

        "Hey, Macy. You and Travis make up yet?" Just like clockwork. I shook my head, too upset to even hold a conversation about the boy who held my beating heart in his hands.

                I went upstairs to bed. I stripped out of my clothes and on the bathroom sink was an envelope with my name on it. I opened it up, and inside had my two hundred and fifty dollar rent from last month. On the top was a sticky note that had two words. Come home.

                        Home was wherever Travis was. I knew that's what he meant. I smiled slightly as his sloppy handwriting. Every emotion came flooding back however and suddenly I was on the floor like many nights before crying because of a loss I couldn't fix by myself.

                "Damn." I cried throwing the envelope across the bathroom floor. I looked down on my arm and my eyes filled with tears again. Those bruises would fade, but his memory would not. I hated Ryder. The only person who could make me feel any better right now was the one person I left over a month ago.

                        I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. "I hate you." I said to my reflection.

                "You are such a dumb ass. You need him you stupid bitch, I hate you." I threw myself at the mirror and kept hitting it. It wouldn't break. "Fuck you. Fuck you." I whispered. I took a deep breath and glanced at myself again. I groaned in distaste. "You're pathetic." I muttered.

                I turned off the faucet and climbed into my hot bubble bath. I waited until my body was at least halfway relaxed before I climbed out and dressed myself. I didn't even bother looking at the mirror. I didn't want to see myself. I'm the reason I am in this position.

                        I put on my shoes, without thinking. I grabbed Isaiah's keys. "I'm going out." I shouted as I opened the door and ran to his car. I drove all the way to our apartment. I hadn't been here in a month and it seemed so unfamiliar. I sat outside for a good 20 minutes before finally deciding to get out. I walked up to our front door. I looked at my phone it was 8 at night. I knocked hesitantly.