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?

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

I pulled out my phone to snap a cute pic of them, but then—breaking news. Cassie had tracked Luke down. Scissors in hand, demanding he marry her. He said no. They fought on the stairs. Both fell. Cassie died instantly—stabbed by her own blade. Luke survived, but barely. Now he's in a vegetative state. The headline sent a chill through me. They destroyed each other. Me? I was swimming in love—and more money than I could ever spend. I'd never been happier.

"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.

My legs trembled, and tears welled up in my eyes, "I was six when my parents died in a car accident..." Then, with a heavy heart, I told her the haunting chapters of my past. I recounted the torment inflicted by Tony – the initial assault that scarred my innocence, the degrading ordeal of being sold to men against my will. How Scott saved me, his role in rescuing me from that hell providing a semblance of family, and becoming my guardian.

, 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.

t have him leave me again. "He is dead isn"t he?" I sobbed, looking into Traviss sad eyes. "No, Ru-" He started but I started running too reception as soon as I heard Travis say that Andrew was alive. "Jayson, where is he?" I yelled, trying to calm myself from the excessive amount of shaking and crying.

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.

Cassie said. “I know, just eat up and quit complaining.” He replied. She glanced at Alex who was sitting next to Blakeley and staring at her. “Is she going to be okay?” Cassie asked. “Yeah, according to the doctor, she is out of danger, she just has to wake up.” Scott replied. “Did they find the driver of the truck that hit us?” Cassie asked. “Not yet.” Scott replied. “It was intentional. Before the truck hit us, a car came to the front of my car and slowed us down then the truck hit us.” She explained and Alex let go of Blakeley’s hand and turned to Cassie.

"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…"