𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

Travis's pov (murderer #1)

I don't remember much, but I ended up here, in this dark and much deserted area. My head felt foggy and my body aches desperately, my hands and arms suddenly feeling tingly. My head spun out of control and I groaned, clutching my head to stop the throbbing somehow.

What the hell happened last night?

I remember alcohol...and I ended up in the basement? On the couch....

Sitting up I look through the window to see cara and my heart aches suddenly, somehow I feel a little better. She had been giving us silent treatment and I don't know why but I missed her snarky little comments, her smart little mouth, everything. After that encounter that night I couldn't help but feel desperate for her again and I know she felt it too, that was an intimate experience for us both and I know it meant a lot for her.

Standing up I stretch slowly and feel my shirt lift up slightly, rubbing my eyes tiredly. Then I remember it's my turn to watch her so I get up and head towards the steel doors, grabbing the key and unlocking the door. Stepping inside I meet her eyes and she looks away, bags stained beneath her eyes. Even through everything she's been through I somehow...feel sorry for her?

Fuck don't let that emotion in or you'll do something you'll regret, my mind reminded me constantly, I had tried to shut that part out and yet I couldn't.

"Sleep okay?" I mumble and she stares at me, I hadn't intended my voice to be so deep and more of a rumble but it was and she stared at me longer than she intended to and I couldn't help but feel a warmth growing within me. She had given me the silent treatment for a week and now she was staring at me with almost a lustful look in her eyes and I couldn't look away.

"I uh..." The words fumble out and she stares at me, not saying anything, just staring blankly.

"Did you...need something?" Her voice spoke and those were the first words in a few days she's said and even though it was more of an attitude I felt part of me feel relieved she had spoke to me..had she spoken to John?

"Yes...um..fuck no I don't I just came in.." why couldn't I speak properly? Maybe it was the way she stared at me, her brown pools of warmness were eyeing me cautiously and yet invitingly at the same time. maybe it was her, or maybe I was tired but I couldn't help but stare at her back, feeling as if either of us breaks contact the strong electric pull that was keeping us here would snap instantly.

"Can I ask you something, Travis?" Her voice was more of a whisper now and I edge forward to hear what she has to say, even though I could hear her from far away I wanted to be closer just for a splitting second.

"What?" Whatever she wanted to ask me I didn't care, if she wanted an answer she would get one.

"Why...am I still here? Do you even know what you want to do with me?."

Her words were like cold water down my back, my throat suddenly parched. I hadn't known, to be frank I had just been following my brothers plan, the plan to get revenge and I would feel better. But...had I felt better? I wasn't sure. Was this worth it? I hadn't known anymore. Part of me knows I could have let that night go differently and damn did I want it to, but she had left and here we are.

"I...don't know" I simply shrug, closing my eyes. Emotions weren't my strong suit, but I knew deep down I had developed emotions for her, sympathy for one. But I couldn't bring myself to actually move, let her go...had I been following my brother to satisfy his sick plans?

"Travis?" She speaks and I meet eyes with her, not knowing what to do anymore. I could have let her go..why didn't she leave? I was stupid enough to uncuff her..but she stayed with me...with..me?

"Cara...I let you go, I uncuffed you. Why didn't you go?" Stepping forward I hear the thundering sound of my boots hitting against the floor, each step towards her another step I regretted taking. Why was I so desperate to hear it? To see her reaction? To be near her?

"Because I was drunk-"

"No. Answer me honestly this time" I demand, I know she wasn't telling the truth not right now anyways.

"I...I remember that night at the club, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember seeing you and thought you were this... extremely attractive guy who was hitting it off with me just like that. And when we danced..it felt so freeing and amazing and I left because...there were so many thoughts running in my mind as I saw you and...I wanted to-"

"Fuck me?" I spoke the words so cooly she exhales a breath as she stares at me, shaking her head blushing profusely.

"No, I just...wanted to see where the night would have left us".

"I know how it would have went. The night would have left you in my bed, shaking and aching for me and I would have been right beside you to give you what you wanted."

She stares at me with a confusing expression on her face before she stares me down completely, as if getting a full view of me. Turning around I look behind me one last time before shutting the door, knowing the next time I came in there, I wouldn't be able to control myself, not after that , not anymore.