[Melkin City Series book #3, please make sure to read the others first]
Things seem grim for Lacey when her and her friends are kidnapped on their way out of Melkin. Travis is separated from the group, she has no idea what happened to Finn and Anna...
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Travis. Earlier that day.
As soon as my bedroom door shut -or was it Lacey's? Or was it ours?- Annabeth grabbed me by the elbow and led me through the house. She walked slowly, giving me time to limp next to her like she cared. That was a sack of shit because if she actually cared she would've left me in the bedroom with Lacey. Or she would've let me get dressed before parading me around the house.
Cameron was awake in the kitchen when we passed by. He took one look at us, eyes drifting in confusion over my lack of clothing which did nothing to hide my bruises.
"Morning," he said and turned back to the stove.
Annabeth didn't say anything as she pulled me out the back door onto the porch and crisp air hit me. I startled at the feel of it on my skin and temporarily froze as I debated whether I should put my pants or hoodie on to block out the cold the quickest. This was stupid because I was wasting precious time.
"How old is Lacey?" Annabeth asked me.
I decided on pants first and jumped into those with the grace of a newborn giraffe.
"Hey," Annabeth persisted as I got one leg successfully in and tried to balance enough to get the other into my jeans without breaking my ankle.
Annabeth stepped closer to me and I tugged my pants, wobbling as I got my balance. I ignored her and started zipping them up.
"Travis. How old is Lacey?"
Her words finally registered and I lifted my head as I buttoned the top of my pants.
"What the fuck do you need me for that?" I gestured with one hand to the back door of the house, regretting it instantly as the chill bit into my arm. "You could've asked her that instead of dragging me to the bumfuck icehole of a freezer."
Annabeth put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I don't even know what you just said."
"I'm cold!" I yelled and buried myself in the hoodie.
"I asked you if you were dressed," she said, like this was my fault.
"Yet you didn't feel the need to warn me it felt like the goddamn Sahara!"
She looked at me with a peculiar face, sighed, and squeezed the brim of her nose. "Travis, I swear to God. You make me feel like I'm having a stroke."
