I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

“We'll continue this conversation at home. For now, we are leaving as soon as Josh is awake.” She clocks her head. “Is there a problem? You don't sound too well either.” “Everything is in control but still be careful,” I reply. “I saw someone I shouldn't have seen.” Serena looks up, tension clear on her face. “Who?” “Travis Albernathy. He’s in this hospital and he's evil. I don’t trust him.” “W…what?” my wife’s eyes bulge heavily with shock. She gives a shallow breathing, her hands trembling slightly. “Do you mean Travis Milton? You saw him too?

I cursed. WE hurried to the studio and to our surprise we heard her complete the news. Who is the one that survived? From what I can remember James only dropped Tasha here, I liked the old man but for my friend’s sake I wished he wasn’t the one who survived today. “Nathan Dominic was on an accident and the medics confirm only one living patient who is in critical condition and one death.”

Steffan cursed, wiped his eyes and stood up. He turned on their TV, and she saw that was all the news was talking about. Skylar’s picture was displayed on the screen while the broadcaster and even headlines explained that the presidential convoy had been ambushed while on their way to a private family vacation. The president escaped with minor injuries, but Skylar was dead, and Danna Sherrod had gone into a coma from shock. Racheal began to scream. This was not right. Skylar could not die after all she had suffered, and had just been about to enter her happy place.

After he'd done the best he could to clean up, we got into the car and continued our journey to the bayous. "It seems like the universe is on my side. The first person I met was you," I said, smiling. "When I saw the name of the person who was booking the ride, I was shocked. I immediately accepted the request. I needed to clear my doubt. I thought you were dead," Travis said. "The Rodericks found me and took me." "What?!" Travis slammed the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt. His eyes widened in shock. "What is it?" I asked, perplexed at his reaction. "Please, tell me you're not still with them." I gulped. I didn't know how to respond to that.

“I’m the one who killed him. I will admit it and I’m ready to go to prison. Call the police.” “Are you serious?” Caleb asked. He already called the ambulance. Now, it’s time to be done with every problem. “Yeah. I deserve all the pain. I ended a psychopath’s life. Now, it’s time for me to go to where I belong.” ...... 3 years later: Days passed by, the four of them started living their life once again. When Scott died, Jason didn’t. Everything happened at the right time. The doctor can able to save his life. Maybe it’s not time for his death.

It looks like a vodka and cran. Daniel rolls his eyes, turning the conversation to something about a party for his grandmother. How did I get her? What did I do that caused my parents to become abusive? Where did I go wrong in my life to have everything turn upside down, just to have someone come in and save me. It might sound clique and basic but he really did save me. Daniel Rielly Green saved me from my parents and myself. I can honestly say, I may not have been alive without him. I regret each and every terrible thought that crossed my mind, but since I met Daniel, I’ve been happy. I never went back in my room after being hurt with the intention to hurt myself more or thoughts of ending

"What you and Dr. Whitmore did out there… was incredible. I ruined everything. I never deserved you. "I know you're never going to forgive me, and I'm not trying to throw a pity party," Damian said, his words jumbled as he stumbled through his thoughts. "But I need you to know… I missed you every single day of those four years. "Back on that train, you weren't the only one who fell in love at first sight." I already knew he and Camille were over. The moment the live stream ended, viewers dug up their identities and dragged them all over the Internet. They trended for three days straight, subjected to endless criticism.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

He added as Trisha carried Kendall from me as she headed out of the house. Without saying a word, I also headed out of the house. From the front porch, I could see Lily had happily reunited with our son, but I didn’t have the level of happiness she had because I was on my way home to sentence my own mother to death. Feeling disappointed, I hopped into the car and ignited the engine, saying no words to anyone. While I waited for them to get settled in the car, my phone began to ring. It was the stranger that saved Trump’s life.

"I can't wait for the comeback! The vicious Scarlett is done for!" I was slightly confused by the flood of comments. A comeback? I couldn't think of anything he could do to turn the tables around. Before I could dwell on it, my phone screen suddenly went black. When the live stream was abruptly cut off, I immediately realized that Tristan had someone hack the network. The next second, the freezer door was violently forced open before Tristan's weak voice came from the inside. "Help…"