Forbidden novel Chapter 8

Travis

I don’t know what’s currently happening to me, but I have this weird sense of… I don’t know protection…? Towards America, it feels like I have to somehow protect her…?

I think I’m going crazy.

I am now currently in hysteria searching for a girl, something I never ever do… what the hell have

this girl has done to me?

I should go back, I don’t even know why I’m looking for her—I was about to make a U turn when I saw her and just the sight of her made something in my chest tightens.

I grip the stirring wheel tightly as I found myself creeping behind her in my car.

This is so not me, I shouldn’t be here—but I don’t know anymore… she is such a sly girl… making me want to protect her.

I let out a sigh and speed up ahead and stopped my car a few meters ahead of her and got out.

The moment I stood outside of my car and waited for her until she takes notice of me I saw something that made my chest clench.

The way her face look so melancholy got to me and it got to me deep.

It felt like that time again, that time when I broke her heart and used her heartlessly.

That time when I made her my next victim.

That time when I played her.

That time when… I fell for her…

God!

I am so stupid! I knew from the start when I laid my eyes on her I felt this connection towards her but I was so stupid and ignorant that it even made me convince myself that I don’t have any feelings for her.

No—I should get rid of these kinds of thoughts! I don’t need it! It makes one weak—and I don’t ever

want to be weak again.

Not ever again…

I was about to go back inside but the thought of how defenceless this girl was made me wanted to protect her.

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(A few hours later)

I was always the one being followed, I was always the one being chased, I was always the one

everybody would die to just be able to talk to me; I know I’m being totally conceited but its true! However right now I surprised even myself when everything suddenly turned upside down and did a 180 degree changed as I find myself following the cause of everything.

Why am I even following her?

Oh wait—it’s because my body betrayed my mind and followed her.

I don’t even know where she was going but I… just have to follow her… to make sure she’s… safe.

It was getting late and we’ve been walking around for a long time now so I decided to stop her and

take her back home somewhere safe but suddenly she stopped on her track.

“You can stop following me now,” she said without even turning around.

When did she know that I was following her in the first place?

Was I that obvious?

“Even if I want to I can’t,” I replied, I watch her stiffened with my answer but she still didn’t turn around which was starting to annoy me.

She was about to start walking again when I finally had as I grabbed her arm but I was caught in surprise as she quickly pulled her arm away as if I was going to hurt her.

“Go, stop following me,” she said yet once again not turning around.

“If I wanted to I would have, but… I didn’t,” I replied which made her stop on her tracks.

“Stop it, don’t act so nice to me because it would only hurt me more,” she said as I hear her voice

crack at the end.

Was it that painful and troublesome for me to worry about her to make her cry…?

I knew that this was a mistake!

“Fine!” I snapped and turned around, why was I so stupid to follow her?

What was going on with my head?!

I let out a frustrated sigh and told myself not to turn around but once again myself betrayed me.

I watch as she hugs herself to keep herself warm from the afternoon coldness.

AH!

I don’t know anymore!

I quickly run after her and took my jacket off and gave it to her, she just stared at the jacket so I thrusted it towards her again when finally she hesitantly took it.

“Thanks,” she mumbled quietly which weird made my chest tightens, in a good kind of way…

“So where are we going?” I asked her as I walked beside her.

“I told you to stop following me” she said not even sparing me a glance.