Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Travis pov

I woke up to twelve missed calls on my phone the next morning. I had put my phone on silent in the afternoon because I knew that I would be distracted if I heard my phone ringing.

“Samantha? Why did she leave me so many missed calls? I'm so tired of her being in my face every time.” I dropped my phone and stretched my body before getting up from the bed.

I looked at the bed and realized that Annabelle wasn't on the bed. “She should be in Johnson's room.” I thought and walked to the toilet. I wanted to ease myself.

My eyes felt heavy and I did not fix my gaze well on where I was going into. I pushed open the toilet door. It was a large door.

“No!” Annabelle startled me with the way she yelled.

I ran out quickly, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I hit my head with my hand. “Shit!” But I was pressed so I stayed in front of the toilet and thought of what to do.

“Are you almost done? I want to ease myself.” I shouted in the hope that she would