Page 94 of Nightmare

As soon as I see that she’s safe and he’s carrying her through the door of the bedroom, I turn my attention back to Brody. I press my foot to his throat harder, making him gargle on his spit, “You fucked up,Quarterback.”

He grins at me, even though my foot is cutting off his breathing. I step off of his throat to give him the opportunity to beg for his life, that was always my favorite part.

He spits at me as soon as my foot releases him, then he reaches up to rub at the spot on his throat that has my shoeprint on it. “I warned you.” He says, like it’s my fault he’s a psychotic piece of shit.

I laugh, “You warned me? That’s all you have to say right now?”

I pull my hand forward, pressing the barrel of my gun to his forehead, “What about now?”

I cock it, putting a bullet in the chamber, and his face falls.

His eyes become the size of saucers, “Listen, man, you can have her. I’ll leave. You’ll never see me again.” He rushes his words out, begging like the bitch he is, trying to save his own life.

I pull the trigger in response.

Blood sprays, coating me and the floor underneath us, then I slide my gun back into the waistband of my pants.

I look at him a moment longer, a hole in his forehead, his lifeless body on the floor of this fancy as fuck hotel room, then I clear my throat as I stand up.

I make my way to the attached bathroom, washing my hands and face, trying to get all the blood off. My hoodie is coated, so I rip it over my head and turn it inside-out and slip it back on. It’s thick enough that you can barely see any stains from the underside.

I look at myself in the mirror, assessing myself. I take the time to wash my hands and face again with extra soap this time.

Turning off the faucet, I take another glance at myself in the mirror. What I see staring back at me is the version of myself I left behind two years ago.

It’s like a release.

I’m calm, my face is blank, and my breathing is easy for the first time in days. I’m finally not angry anymore. My blood is running through my veins normally, my hands aren’t shaking anymore, I just need to see my fucking girl.

I head back out the door, through the bedroom then to the hallway where my friends are. Olivia is barely awake, sitting on the floor in a daze, like it’s hard for her to keep her eyes open.

“Pretty girl.” I breathe, falling to the floor next to her, cupping her face in my hands.

“Travis.” She says weakly, her eyes trying to lift open enough to see me. Then she smiles, her mouth tipping up at the corners a little higher, and her eyes close again. “You did it?”

I nod, tears falling from my eyes. I press my lips to hers and kiss her, finally fucking back home in her atmosphere. She’s safe.

“I love you, pretty girl.” I say against her lips, her mouth twitches in another smile, then she presses her lips to mine again.

“T, we need to go.” Jax says behind me. I nod, pulling back from Olivia and standing back up.

I hold a hand towards her, “Can you walk?”

She nods a little, then Summer is there, helping me lift Olivia from the floor, wrapping an arm around her middle. “Let’s go home.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Olivia

The secondI crack my eyes open to the dark room, I feel warm bodies pressing against me. Summer spooning behind me, and my own arms are wrapped around Travis’s hard body. I rub my head on his chest to test if he’s awake, and he presses a kiss to my head in response.

“Travis.” I breathe, unable to translate my own thoughts from right and wrong. His hand snakes down the front of my body, stopping on my stomach just above my pants. All my muscles tighten as he starts to make little circles on my skin with his fingers.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He whispers, trying not to wake Summer as well, my skin heats at his voice.

I don’t know where we are, whether it’s Summer’s house or Travis’s, and I don’t remember much about how I got here to begin with. My mind feels like it was opened up, shaken out then shoved back into my head all out of order.

I close my eyes, focusing on the sounds of my best friend and my… Travis breathing. The noise calms me, so I start sorting through all the thoughts bouncing around in my head.

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