Double Take: Part One

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One Thousand Miles

Chapter  |  Double Take

Part  |  One

After coming clean to Travis, he hadn't said a thing for a good little while. He didn't leave me to continue his game; he continued to sit next to me probably coming up with a way to tell me he no longer wanted to see me. Of course he didn't want to see me again; after all I was nothing but damaged goods. No man wanted a woman who couldn't trust anyone with their life any more. What men wanted was a woman who was always happy and wasn't scared of getting hit just because he wanted to caress their cheek. 

I was upset at the fact that I had lost a potential friend, but at the same time I knew it was my fault that I had lost him. I shouldn't have even talked to Travis yesterday afternoon, especially when John was somewhere out there looking for me. For all I knew, he could be already here in Austin, stalking my grandmother's house. 

"Stephanie?"

My head quickly snaps toward Travis, and I look at him with wide surprised eyes. "Y-Yeah?"

He looks at me with this determined look in his eyes before slowly leaning in so how faces were just a few inches away. He brought both of his hands, causing me to flinch, but he just ignored me and cupped my cheeks anyways. "Stephanie, I swear if that bastard so much as touches a hair on you, I'll kick his ass. Same goes for Cameron. I know I have only known you for just a day, but I will risk going to jail because I beat his face in for trying to beat on you."

After hearing that, I could no longer hold my tears back. A man, whom I have known for a day, was willing to protect me and my son who has made my life hell and could possibly make his life hell too. I didn't know Travis well, but I felt as though I could trust him. He is the type of guy I should have gone after nine years ago when I was in college. It wasn't like I had regret meeting John, because if I hadn't I wouldn't have Cameron.

I sit there for the next five minutes with my head buried in the crook of Travis' shoulder before finally lifting my head up and wiping away my tears and snot. "Sorry for getting all my tears and snot all over you," I say before laughing a little. "That's pretty disgusting."

He laughs too. "It's not disgusting at all. I know you probably had to let that out, now, why I don't get you back home. I think after this little talk you should be with your son. He needs you more than I do."

After waving goodbye to the few guys that he was playing pool with, Travis grabbed my hand and helped me out the booth before we headed out the door. He opened the door for me and I gave him a quick thank you before stepping out into the cool night air. I couldn't help but look around me for anything suspicious. I couldn't risk John popping out of nowhere and beating Travis or me to a pulp.

When we got to the truck, Travis unsurprisingly opens the passenger side door for me like he did earlier that night. Again, I thanked him and climbed inside and put my seat belt on. Once Travis got inside, he smiled over at me and started the car before pulling out the packed parking lot.

The drive back to my grandmother's home was mostly silent, but a few times Travis would ask me about how the night went and if I enjoyed myself, which I did. I actually wouldn't mind going out on another date with Travis. For one, it would take my mind off of John and everything he put me through, and two, I would actually enjoy myself. That was something I couldn't do when I locked up inside the house all day with nothing to do.

"But there's nothing to do here, John. Please just let me drive around for a bit," I beg John as he slips on his suit jacket at the front door. He ignores me and digs through his pockets probably for his keys. I sigh. "John, I was so bored yesterday. You can't just keep me locked up in here like I'm some prisoner. It isn't fair that you get to come and go as you please. You treat me like I'm a dog and I---"

Before I can say anything else, he backhands me so hard I almost fall to the floor. He grabs me by my chin and turns my head so I'm facing him again. I can't stop the tears from falling from my eyes.

He squeezes my chin harder. "You listen to me goddammit. You will stay here and make sure the house is crystal clean and dinner is ready before I get home. And it will be like that  every day from here on out. Now, I don't care what you do when you're not cleaning or cooking as long as you're inside this house. What happened to all those books I bought you yesterday, I know for a fact you haven't read all of them in just a day. I think you're being ungrateful and I don't like it one bit."

"I'm sorry," I whimper quietly.

He sighs before loosening his grip on my chin and leaning in so our lips come together. The kiss is slow and filled with a feeling I knew all too well. Love. But the kiss doesn't last longer than five seconds because he pulls away. "I know you're sorry, baby, but if you would just behave then you wouldn't have to apologize to me so much. You can just make it up to me later tonight, okay?"

I close my head and purse my lips together when I feel his free hand slide down my body and underneath my skirt. I let out a sigh of pleasure and open my eyes to see John staring back at me with eyes filled with lust.

After about five minutes, I cry out John's name and clutch onto him for support. I feel his hand slide out from underneath my skirt and watch as he brings his coated fingers up to his lips. I bite my bottom lip and watch as he sucks his finger clean before bringing out faces together again. When he pulls away I look up at him with wide eyes and my lip in between my teeth.

"Remember what I said to do," he said. Before I can say anything else, he opens the door and leaves.

"Stephanie?"

I look over at Travis, who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I sit up in my seat and look out the windows at my surroundings. We were back at my grandmother's house. I must have really been deep in thought.

"Oh um...I didn't realize we were back. I was just kind of thinking about some stuff," I say while shrugging my shoulder. I reach for the door handle and turn back to Travis. "Thanks for taking me out. I had a lot of fun tonight and I would really like to do it again sometime."

Before I can open the door he says, "Stephanie, wait." I look back at him and bite my lip. When he sees that I'm looking back at him he finally asks, "Do you still...love him? You're husband I mean."

I gasp, but quickly cover it with a cough. It was an unexpected question with a pretty hard answer, so I just gave him the best one I could give. "Honestly, I think I do, but my grandmother thinks I just want to feel loved by somebody, after hearing that I really don't even know anymore."

After that the car is silent and Travis looks like he's deep in thought. He was probably thinking about how crazy this situation was. He could possibly like a woman who was probably still in love with her husband that beat on her for five years. Oh and she still is married and with a child.

The silence was too deafening, so I quickly say. "Thanks again."

Travis snaps out of his thoughts and nods his head. "Goodnight, Stephanie."

I smiled and with that, I exit the car.

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