CHAPTER ONE
TRAVIS
TEN HOURS EARLIER
I press my palms into my eyes and exhale deeply.
I cannot lose control. I cannot lose control.
I wish I’d told Viola what happened at work and talked to her about it instead of shutting down. Not that there’d be anything she could do, but she’s always been a great listener, even when she was being the biggest pain in my ass. When we were kids, she always made time to listen to my ramblings. I didn’t speak to my parents much about anything and had learned to keep most of my feelings buried inside. Being real and open felt natural with Viola.
That was before I f****d it all up and hurt her.
I should just call it a night and go to bed, but I’m too restless, thinking about that b***h, Alyssa. Which makes me think of f*****g Blake, who ripped my dream
