Too Young (Travlyn Fic)

Katelyn

I don't know what to do. Tears are useless, so I stopped crying about twenty minutes ago and tried to make a plan. I've always been the one with a plan

I could tell people. My friends might understand. But then again, I've always been the smart one, the sporty one. My dad definetly wouldn't understand. I've always been the perfect daughter, his only daughter. His sweet pea. No, he'd be so mad.

How could this happen to me? I'll be pitied and ridiculed. I'll be treated like a fool. I remember the whispers, the bullying Aphmau went through. The rumours that to this day freshmen still whisper. I remember the scandal that rocked our small town.

All these emotions are raging inside me. I hate them. I hate the thought of telling people. I don't think I can.

I can't deal with all this. I can't. How am I suppose to deal with this.

A thought pops in my head. A plan. A terrible, awful plan. I have to leave. Legally, I'm an adult. No one can stop me.

Running away would mean leaving everything I know. I'd be leaving everyone I loved. The thought is almost enough to make me stay. But if I ran away, I wouldn't have to deal with the pity and everyones disappointment. It feels like I'm out of options. I can't stay and face my dad's disappointed gaze or Travis's broken heart. I can't stand it. I can't. That leaves me with one option as much as I hate it.

I pull my duffel bag out from under my bed. I stuff it full of my clothes and all the money I've saved up over the years for college. A few thousand dollars that I've kept in my room for some odd reason. Dad always wanted me to put it in the bank. Good thing I didn't.
College. I was going to go to FCU. Guess that's not happening. I wanted to be a physical therapist, but I can kiss that goodbye. After much tugging, the bag reluctantly zips up.

There is a knock on the door. Oh, no. My heart races as I shove the bag under the bed.

"Katelyn?" my brother Kacey says. "Travis is here. Aphmau too. They want to talk to you."

Travis. If my heart was racing before it's nothing to compared to now.

"Tell them I'm busy!" I chew on my bottom lip. I can't deal with them right now. There is no way I can lie to them. Not face to face.

Kacey opens the door, concern lacing his face. I turn away. Kacey can read me like a book.

"They said it was important. Are you alright, Katie?" I take a deep breath, ignoring my shaking hands.

"Please, just tell them I'll talk with them later. Please, Kace," I beg. Come on, Kacey.

"Why?" I curse under my breath.

"I just— I can't right now!"

"Look at me, Katelyn." I turn on my heel, my skin rubbing against the fuzzy carpet.

"Please, Kacey. You owe me from when I let you sneak out last month."

Kacey bites his lip. He always does when he's nervous or trying to make a decision. Dad says he learned it from me. My eyes plead with Kacey. He sighs.

"Fine. But don't do anything stupid okay."

Kacey would not approve of me running away. It would definitely fall under the stupid category.

"Thank you." Relief has filled my bones, but guilt is there too.

"Promise me, Katie."

"Promise." Kacey smiles at me, before shutting the door.

"Call me if you need anything."

A stray tear manages to escape. It's not just Travis and Aphmau, I'm leaving. I'll be leaving him too.

I sit on my bed, watching the clock on the wall. Nine thirty. I should go now. I should.

I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes, my hands carefully rubbing my stomach.

Where will I go? I can't stay in Phoniex Drop. I can't go to far either. Oh what am I going to do. In my mind I know it's a terrible plan. It's terrible and stupid, but it's going to have to work, because I'm out of options.

I open my eyes. The room is still bright. My gaze falls on the dress I will never get to wear. The shimmering blue silk seems to be taunting me. All those years of studying. For nothing.

For a moment, longing fills me and I consider staying here. Dad might understand. But Travis.... No. I can't stay. Travis has a future in front of him. He wants to do so much. I'm not going to stop him. Also, I can't even imagine getting the words out of my mouth.

With a sigh, I reluctantly step off my bed and hoist my bag up. This is it. This is real. My fingers, usually so precise and controlled, fumble with the lock on the window. Thankful that I have a first floor room and that the screen broke, I swing my leg over the sill.

As I slide the window shut, the last thing I see is the note I wrote resting on the night stand. I know what it says. Just six words.

I'm sorry. I love you,
-Katie

I walk to the nearest bus station, but don't truly pay attention. I've lived in this neighbour hood my whole life. I've lived in that house my whole life. I still don't know where to go. I don't know what time it is either. I forgot my phone back at the house.

That was stupid. But I guess I've been doing a lot of stupid things lately.

As I wait, sitting on the bench, glad that it's not winter. I try to think about how this could happen. How I could be pregnant? We were always so careful. I feel the tears I've been repressing all day begin to fall again. How can I be running away? This isn't how my life is suppose to go. For a second, I almost want to go back.

But I can't. Because I already made my decision. Because I have already hurt so many people. I hurt Travis by breaking up with him. I hurt Aphmau by blocking her number. And I hurt Dad and Kacey because I left and lied. I hurt them. I hurt them all.

And it's much easier to hurt things, than to heal them.