AMERICA DAVIESI didn't know if I actually did the right thing by not giving in to him, maybe I actually needed to be selfish a little bit but it was probably too late for that now.As I got to my doorstep, I heard loud music coming from inside my house and as I opened the door, I saw Jacob in my old apron, dancing and singing in the living room."Oh hey!" He went to the radio and paused the song. "It's late, what the hell are you doing?" I asked as I closed the door.He chuckled. "Well, you disappeared from the meeting and I knew you were definitely not rushing out to get dinner so I thought I'd make you some." "Are you serious?" "Come sit, we'll eat, talk and dance." He gestured to the couch."Not a dancer but definitely an eater, I'm starving." "Wait here while I go serve your food, all I need is five minutes.""Two minutes please!" He smiled and returned to the kitchen. Few minutes later, he returned with a plate in his hands. "I made you potato salad and yes that is avocado,
TRAVIS SKYThe evening sun was setting in the dark orange sky and the autumn breeze kicked in. I had felt like a prisoner in my own home as I was so scared of stepping out and Darla reporting all she knew to her mother. Three days had gone by as I placed myself on house arrest. She didn't leave the house either but didn't say a word to me. Normally it wouldn't bother me as we had even gone two weeks without saying a word to each other but this time around, she knew something that could cause a big calamity to befall us and she was probably going to tell.I walked into the kitchen to prepare a cup of well needed coffee and there she was, rummaging through the refrigerator. "Darla--""I'm busy." She responded sharply without looking away from the refrigerator."Doing what? Rearranging the refrigerator?" I raised a questioning brow.She finally stopped and spared me a minute. "What do you want from me?" "Are you serious? You know we need to talk.""Oh when it comes to that bitch we ne
AMERICA DAVIESLost amid a bundle of thoughts, the clank of a mug against the table brought me back to reality. "Oh! Hey."Celestia sat next to me. "Hey, what's going on in that little head of yours?"I picked up the cup of coffee, its delightful aroma teased my nose as I raised the cup to my mouth. Just a sip from it and half of my worries drifted away instantly. Its warm taste sent a satisfying feeling through my veins.A relaxed sigh escaped my mouth as I returned the cup to the table. "It's just…" I felt confused as the matter resurfaced in my head. "I--i don't know what is going on anymore. ""What do you mean?" She questioned before sipping from her coffee."What don't I mean? I told you what happened didn't I?" "Yeah you did but I want to know what doesn't seem right." "I don't… I don't know, everything?"She sighed. Sitting up straight in her seat, she placed her cup on the table. "He has been ghosting you, me and everyone! He doesn't respond to our calls or attend any meeti
TRAVIS SKYNatasha stood akimbo, depicting courage in her stance with a sort of approving smile on her face. Darla sat on a chair next to her, staring plainly at me also with a smile on her face but not as wide as her mothers. "Is everything alright? Did I do something that makes you think I want war again?" I questioned with an arched brow.Natasha giggled softly with her hand on her mouth to suppress it. "Oh dear… you humor me." "Silly Travis, always slow witted." Darla added with a serene smile on her face."No no no child, you did nothing like that." Natasha concluded."So what do we need to talk about?" I crossed my arms over my chest."Come…" she walked to the dining table and gestured for me to follow. "Come and sit with me, let's talk." She pulled a chair backward for me to sit and I hesitantly followed. "Go get the stuffed animals." She instructed Darla."Of course mom." She instantly left the dining room."While we wait, I must commend you on your actions, you surprise me
AMERICA DAVIESI crouched on my bed, hugging my pillow closely to my chest. I was to cry, I was supposed to be scared and terrified, I had never seen him like that before and his actions were very scary but instead, I felt worried, not about me but about him.I knew him too much already and even I knew that no matter how angry he would get, never would he have reacted so rashly.His golden yellow eyes flashed before my eyes, the glow in it that represented a feeling I had never seen him portray before, he was scared.I didn't know of what but I was a hundred and one percent sure that something probably bigger than him was going on in his life but maybe he wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Was he stuck between the anvil and the hammer?"What are you thinking about?" Jacob's voice snapped me out of my soliloquy. He was already on the bed by the time I noticed him and he pulled me into his embrace. "Nothing actually." I forced a smile."Are you sure, you looked pretty lost somewhere, you
TRAVIS SKYAs I got to the middle of the forest where we had met before, I searched around for the person who had messaged me but I couldn't find him.I took the phone out of my pocket and scanned the message with my eyes. 'If you know you cherish America truly and don't want to see her body in the middle of the town, come find me, you know where.' "I was starting to think you wouldn't come." His voice echoed from behind me.I turned around to find him standing with his hands in his pocket. "You can't blame me, it really isn't ready to locate a place like this."He chuckled lightly. "Does that mean our alpha doesn't have retentive memory?""Actually if I didn't then I wouldn't have located it, but I did, which means...""Yes you did but it was hard for you. The last time we met here, it was my first too but it was very easy for me to find it.""Can we just get to the point, Kurt."Kurt smirked then settled on a fallen branch. "I see you are impatient, that's nice. America is in dange
AMERICA DAVIESWould I be a fool if I actually trusted Kurt? Jacob literally told me that he was on the top of the chart of suspects so it was believable if he was trying to trick me against Jacob.But then again? Did I really know Jacob? Wouldn't he try to portray himself as the good guy and put all the blame on Kurt if truly he was the mastermind?"Ugh!!!" I groaned loudly as I smashed the glass in my hand on the ground. "Think America! You're not thinking straight! Don't be such a fool!" I yanked at my hair as I paced around in the kitchen.★★★"You really don't believe me? Why am I not surprised that he has probably washed your brain or something, telling you I'm the bad guy and all sorts of other lies." Kurt rolled his eyes as he sipped from his cup. "Jacob cannot do something like that, he is-- I mean he is--""Trying everything he can to find your kids? Yes I know but I am afraid he is not trying at all because they are right in the palm of his hands." He placed his palm in th
TRAVIS SKYA sudden migraine took over as I tried to lift my head and I couldn't help but to groan. The ropes that bound me to a chair painfully squeezed me as I tried to move. As I finally lifted my head, scanning the room I was in, I realized I was in an unfamiliar place filled with nothing but the chair I was tied to. Footsteps could be heard approaching me from behind and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Mmm!" I struggled to speak but the tape on my mouth was too strong to break free from."My beloved Travis, why you you fail me every fucking time!" Darla sent her palm across my face.The impact was enough to push my head to the side and I groaned. "Now now Darla, remember what I told you." Natasha's voice commanded as she walked into the room. "Save some for me." She also swung her palm at me with all her might, leaving red traces on my sore cheek. "Why do you have to do this Travis? After everything we told you about the stuffed wolves? What? You really don't believe us