Lurking - Station 19 Fic

Strengthen

The next morning, Travis started to walk out of his house with a frown, rubbing gently at his sore cheek, eyes big, feeling like he was two feet tall, discouraged. He didn't even feel like texting Vic back he felt so down. It was all because of Zack.

Sighing tiredly, Travis opened his door and walked out, frowning at the ground as he kept a hand to his cheek.

"Morning beautiful."

Travis jumped, but he honestly wasn't all that surprised. He looked up at Zack with a glare, fists clenching as he kept them stuffed into his pockets. "Leave me alone. Why are you always here anyways? Shouldn't you be with Grant?" He huffed, walking off hurriedly in a rush.

"Aww, you don't like seeing me everyday? Well that hurts." He heard Zack comment from behind him. "Just like you hurt Grant."

Travis scowled and exhaled an angry breath, hurrying into his car, driving off without a response, ripping out of there, relieved to get away from that creep wishing the guy would just leave him alone.

When he got to the station, Travis didn't go upstairs for breakfast, instead going to the workout room, reluctantly opening his unopened texts from Zack.

Okay you little twerp. Soon enough you'll be sorry. But I won't be.

Grant told me he loves me yesterday. Can't believe you broke his heart you damn heartbreaker.

I think you're cute, but i'm still going to hurt you. Can't wait until I enact my revenge on you.

Enact his revenge? Who the hell does this guy think he is? Travis frowned deeply, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

He heard laughter and saw Maya and Andy walking by, turning away to make sure he wasn't seen, trying to stay hidden.

He didn't want anyone to see the large bruise on his face, not wanting the extra attention drawn to himself. The bruise was huge and not a pretty sight to look at, taking up his left cheek, about the size of a fist. Zack's fist.

Oh god Travis felt embarrassed.

Another text from Zack.

You're too sensitive, Travis. I can't wait until I get my hands on you and make you cry.

Travis swallowed hard, tense with anxiety, creeped out and yet worried for his safety. It seemed as if this guy was really out to get him and Travis wanted to avoid getting hurt at all costs possible, wanting anything but a trip to the hospital. Plus these texts were getting creepier and creepier.

But yet, he couldn't even tell anyone. Not even his best friend. '

He told himself he could just tell the cops and then they would come and take care of Zack before he could even get the chance to come after Vic, but Travis was so worried his best friend would get hurt he couldn't take that risk no matter what.

If Vic got hurt because of him he couldn't live with himself. But yet he was losing his mind over putting up with Zack, it was driving him nuts.

And if the cops didn't actually arrest Zack then Zack would know Travis told the police and then he would go after Vic and then he couldn't live with himself and oh, everything is so screwed up, he can't take it!

"19! Line up, now."

Travis looked up when he heard Sullivan shout, swallowing as he let out a breath, turning his phone off and putting it away, tensing as he prepared himself for all the questions he was about to be asked about his face.

This was not going to go well he could already tell.

Travis bit the inside of his cheek as he lined up in his usual spot next to Gibson, keeping his focus ahead, avoiding looking at the others as they came dashing in.