This is for caalan4rfr. It's a sequel to your "Because I Can". I am brave
enough to write about Travis cutting, so that's what I'm gonna do. All for
you caalan!
Well, if you read above, you'll know what I'm about to write. Otherwise, just read, please.
"Well, that's all the time we have for today. Catch you tomorrow for another exciting episode of Radio Free Roscoe." Ray said and hung his headphones on the microphone in front of him.
"Great show, guys. Hey, I'm gonna go to Mickey's. Anyone wanna join me?" Robbie said.
"Sure." Said Ray. "I'm in."
"Last chance. You guys in?" Robbie said as he turned to them.
"Oh, I wish I could, Robbie, but I have to organize my CD's for tomorrows show. I guess I'll see ya." Lily said.
"But you just organized your CD's yesterday." Robbie protested.
"Yeah, well, they fell." She said. They looked at each other and started laughing.
"So, what about you, Trav? You coming?" Robbie said after he'd stopped laughing.
"Uh, no. Lotta work to do before tomorrow. Sorry, guys." He said without looking up from his work.
"Oh, come ON! You haven't been with us to Mickey's in over a month!" Robbie whined.
"I said I was sorry, but I just can't leave this stuff. Especially now. It's almost summer, and we need a big RFR finale." He said.
"Fine. Ray, let's go." He said and dragged Ray out the door, venting to him in a, to Ray, a very annoying way. Lily laughed and went to sorting through her CD's. Five minutes passed, then ten, and Travis hadn't said a word.
"Hey, Travis? You okay? You're awfully quiet." Lily said.
"Aren't I always?" He said.
"Well—yes. You are. I hate it when you're right." She said and giggled.
"No, but seriously. You are okay?" She said.
"Of course I'm I okay. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, slightly annoyed.
"I don't know. Just...nosy. Sorry." She said. "Hey, speaking of it being almost summer, what's with all the long-sleeved shirts you've been wearing all the time lately?"
"This is practically all I have, Lily. What the hell is with the 3rd Degree?" He said, this time angrily.
"What 3rd Degree? This isn't a 3rd Degree, you're just paranoid!" She yelled.
"ME paranoid?! You're the one who was asking the questions in the first place!" He shouted.
At this, she turned her head away from him and tried to steady her breathing.
"Damn." He said under his breath. "Lily, I'm sorry I shouted at you. I didn't mean to. I'm just-under a lot of stress right now, you've got to understand that."
"It's not all your fault. I shouted, too. And I'm sorry." She said.
He laughed a little, then said, "Come here, girl."
She laughed and embraced him in a hug.
"I was just concerned, that's all. I didn't mean to offend you." She said into his shirt. She folded her arms to his chest and buried her head into it. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.
"Travis? What's that?" She said and wriggled out of his grip and pointed to his arm, where there was a small stained spot.
"What's what? Oh! Oh...that. That's nothing, I just spilled something on it, that's all." He said and tried to hug her again, but she refused.
"But Travis, how could you have? It's on the bottom of your sleeve." She said.
He didn't respond, but looked down at the floor.
"Travis, please tell me what I'm thinking is completely wrong." She said quietly.
"Wha-what are you thinking?" He said.
"I'm thinking---self-mutilation." She said in a barely audible whisper.
She held his arm up and slid down the sleeve to reveal that her thinking was correct, and Travis's scars proved it.
"My God." Was the only words she could say.
Tears flowed freely down Travis's cheeks.
"Oh, Travis...we're gonna get you help, okay? I promise."
Well, if you read above, you'll know what I'm about to write. Otherwise, just read, please.
"Well, that's all the time we have for today. Catch you tomorrow for another exciting episode of Radio Free Roscoe." Ray said and hung his headphones on the microphone in front of him.
"Great show, guys. Hey, I'm gonna go to Mickey's. Anyone wanna join me?" Robbie said.
"Sure." Said Ray. "I'm in."
"Last chance. You guys in?" Robbie said as he turned to them.
"Oh, I wish I could, Robbie, but I have to organize my CD's for tomorrows show. I guess I'll see ya." Lily said.
"But you just organized your CD's yesterday." Robbie protested.
"Yeah, well, they fell." She said. They looked at each other and started laughing.
"So, what about you, Trav? You coming?" Robbie said after he'd stopped laughing.
"Uh, no. Lotta work to do before tomorrow. Sorry, guys." He said without looking up from his work.
"Oh, come ON! You haven't been with us to Mickey's in over a month!" Robbie whined.
"I said I was sorry, but I just can't leave this stuff. Especially now. It's almost summer, and we need a big RFR finale." He said.
"Fine. Ray, let's go." He said and dragged Ray out the door, venting to him in a, to Ray, a very annoying way. Lily laughed and went to sorting through her CD's. Five minutes passed, then ten, and Travis hadn't said a word.
"Hey, Travis? You okay? You're awfully quiet." Lily said.
"Aren't I always?" He said.
"Well—yes. You are. I hate it when you're right." She said and giggled.
"No, but seriously. You are okay?" She said.
"Of course I'm I okay. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, slightly annoyed.
"I don't know. Just...nosy. Sorry." She said. "Hey, speaking of it being almost summer, what's with all the long-sleeved shirts you've been wearing all the time lately?"
"This is practically all I have, Lily. What the hell is with the 3rd Degree?" He said, this time angrily.
"What 3rd Degree? This isn't a 3rd Degree, you're just paranoid!" She yelled.
"ME paranoid?! You're the one who was asking the questions in the first place!" He shouted.
At this, she turned her head away from him and tried to steady her breathing.
"Damn." He said under his breath. "Lily, I'm sorry I shouted at you. I didn't mean to. I'm just-under a lot of stress right now, you've got to understand that."
"It's not all your fault. I shouted, too. And I'm sorry." She said.
He laughed a little, then said, "Come here, girl."
She laughed and embraced him in a hug.
"I was just concerned, that's all. I didn't mean to offend you." She said into his shirt. She folded her arms to his chest and buried her head into it. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.
"Travis? What's that?" She said and wriggled out of his grip and pointed to his arm, where there was a small stained spot.
"What's what? Oh! Oh...that. That's nothing, I just spilled something on it, that's all." He said and tried to hug her again, but she refused.
"But Travis, how could you have? It's on the bottom of your sleeve." She said.
He didn't respond, but looked down at the floor.
"Travis, please tell me what I'm thinking is completely wrong." She said quietly.
"Wha-what are you thinking?" He said.
"I'm thinking---self-mutilation." She said in a barely audible whisper.
She held his arm up and slid down the sleeve to reveal that her thinking was correct, and Travis's scars proved it.
"My God." Was the only words she could say.
Tears flowed freely down Travis's cheeks.
"Oh, Travis...we're gonna get you help, okay? I promise."