Kevin POV
I'm sitting here in Travis's driveway asked why I'm actually doing this. I step out of my car and immediately feel queasy. Walking up to his door, I put on a brave face and knock.
I mutters something and opens the door.
"I'm-"
"I know who you are; he told you didn't he?! I specifically told him not to! I guess I'll have to-"
"Hold on! He didn't tell me. It's pretty obvious when he comes home with bruises everyday, not to mention a limp! You need to stop doing this to him or I'll do it to YOU!" I said, with emphasis on 'you'.
"Oh yeah?"
He asks, adding:
"Try me."
I shouldn't have said that...
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It has to get worse to get better....
