Ava’s POV

"Holy Hell! Are you okay?" Travis frantically asked. I rolled my eyes at him being so dramatic, "I need money to pay for the cab." I said.

"I will worry about that, you need to get inside and sit down." Travis said, reaching for my shoulder.

I flinched at the movement and shut my eyes; I slowed my breath and reopened my eyes to meet a very confused Travis. I shook my head and went inside the house, sitting down on the sofa.

A few moments Travis came back from paying that taxi driver. He walked into the living room and sat across from me, I watched as...