Devil's Despair: Travis's Stand Part 1

TRAVIS'S STAND Devil's Despair.

A.C. BEXTOR.

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Travis.

"I'd rather hurt you this way than watch you wake up one morning, after losing everyone in your life, because you think your love for me means more than your loyalty to them."

Sarah said this to me.

"I'm sorry."

She said that, too.

Caught up in the inescapable pain of an unexpected loss, Sarah and I shared one unforgettable night together. The next morning, she made the decision to walk away from what could've been.

To her, we were a mistake.

To me, we were everything I never knew I needed.

Sarah.

Those I'm closest to never understood me.

To them, my maddening character was nothing more than a ridiculous piece of my adolescence.

To me, it was the sad truth of knowing I was never going to be an equal among them.

After my life was tragically ripped apart, the only person I believed accepted the real me, offered me the escape I was desperate for.

I refused to believe the night Travis and I shared would taint our friendship. I thought if I kept him at arm's length and denied talking to him about what we'd done, my life would go back to what it was before.

To me, it was a lonely place in which I was used to being.

To him, it was the one place I never belonged.

It wasn't only Ace who stood in the way of our happily-ever-after. The power of a person's past has a way of risking their future.

Travis's past jeopardized it all.

DEDICATION.

To the readers of Devil's Despair, As the series comes to a close, I want to thank you for sticking with the group through all of their laughter, tears, and antics. This final book is dedicated to you.

Thank you, Carrie.

Stand:.

To remain firm or steadfast, as in a cause.

CHAPTER ONE.

November last year . . .

Travis.

"ARE YOU GONNA stand there all evening, or mosey on in and say hi?" Bean asked, waving at me from her bed in the sterile hospital room she'd found herself in, yet again.

I checked my watch; I was a few minutes early, but hadn't thought I'd be the first to arrive. "No one's gotten here yet?"

Bean laughed. It was her birthday, and the group of us she called her adopted family was supposed to be there at four o'clock. It seemed everyone was running late.

Bean hated tardiness.

"No. Ace called. Sarah's driving him crazy and Deck's giving Rae a hard time. And you know Hayden's never on time."

I nodded my agreement. Hayden was always late, but since he married my sister, Lacey, and had his daughter, Olivia, he had become ten times worse. Sarah had been driving Ace nuts since she moved in with him, per Bean's encouragement. But at least she wouldn't be alone while Bean tried, once again, to get herself well enough to go home.

"Is it nice outside?" Bean asked, always concerned with the weather.

I gave her the simple answer. "It's cool out there today."

"I bet," she returned, looking down at her hands. I noticed Sarah had painted her nails that week as usual. It was always their routine, for as far back as I could remember.

Grabbing the chair from the corner of the room, I pulled it close, took a seat, and asked, "What do you wanna do for your birthday?"

Bean smiled quickly. "Bust an old woman out of here?"

"Can't do that. Anything else?"

"I'd like to be with all my kids." Just like Bean, blood or not, we all belonged to her. "Can you send some words on your phone and tell them all to hurry. I'm gonna be tired after I eat."

"Sarah's bringing her German Chocolate cake," I reminded her. "She made it this morning. I called while she was using the mixer. She wasn't happy about my timing, but she never is."

Leaning her head back on her pillow, she sighed. "Sarah's German Chocolate cake sounds wonderful."

"Sarah's good at baking."

"She is," she agrees. "She's a good person, too. Not to mention she's my favorite granddaughter." Bean smiled at her own joke. Sarah was her only granddaughter.

I returned her smile with a grin of my own and told her, "I'll text them now."

Bean's hand, bruised from numerous IVs, rose to signal me to stop doing what she asked. "I've changed my mind. I never get to talk to you alone anymore, Travis. Let's you and I have a chat."

The last time I remembered Bean and me having a heart-to-heart conversation was when she gave me pictures she had taken of all of us when we were young. She wanted me to have them in case something ever happened to her. She did it with everyone; Ace, Hayden, Toby, and Sarah each got their own pile, along with a pre-prepared speech from her regarding the direction our lives were headed. Anytime we needed a good a.s.s-chew, she found a way to do it so we'd listen.

I sensed another a.s.s-chew coming, but I didn't know what I'd done to deserve it. "Not a lot to talk about."

"I think there is."

There was always something on Bean's mind.

"Want to talk about Hayden?" I tried persuasion.

"We could, but I'd rather talk about you."

"All right, Bean," I answered, pulling my chair closer to her bed and making myself comfortable next to her. I looked at my watch again, hoping at the same time anyone would walk through the door to interrupt what was about to happen.

"I wanted to thank you for taking care of Sarah for me," she started.

"I haven't really done much."

"You have," she answered. "You've been there for her more than I think you or she realizes."

"I annoy her. That's what she tells me."

Bean laughed, her belly shaking with her small laughter. "Everyone annoys our girl. Everyone."

Our girl.

"Well, apparently, I have a knack for it."

"Sarah's growing up, and sooner or later she's going to look back and realize that you're her person and always have been."

"Her person for what?" I asked, unsure of her meaning.

"Her witness to her life, Travis," she answered, and I felt the air leave my chest. Bean caught it and continued explaining. "Ace tries with her, but she doesn't listen. I always knew it'd take someone truly special to get through her stubborn head."

"She is stubborn," I confirmed.

Sarah has always been extremely stubborn. More so than her brother, Ace, and that speaks volumes.

"And a little nuts." Bean smiled with memories. "Do you remember when Raegan came into our lives?"

"Yes."

"Seems like so long ago, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does." It had been about four years, but felt like so much longer.

"Ace wasn't sure about the two of them. He so was hung up on . . . who was that girl again?"

"Sadey."

"Ahhh, that's her name." She snapped her fingers in recognition. "I didn't think he'd ever let go of her. I never met her, and I'm sure she's a wonderful person, but you can be a wonderful person and still not be enough if you're with the wrong person."

"I know. He about f.u.c.ked it up with Rae because of her."

My comment was returned with a raised eyebrow of frustration, but I smirked my way out of it. Bean hated for any of us to cuss. It was ironic that Sarah and Ace were hers by blood and the rest of our group wasn't. The two of them were worse than any of us.

"He did about mess that up," she said, rephrasing my answer. "Thankfully, my boy opened up his heart and finally saw Rae and Deck for who they were to him." When I didn't a.s.sume to know what she meant, she clarified, "His life's saviors."

"Rae's good for Ace."

She agreed. "That girl's one in a million."

"Yes."

"And Hayden," she continued. "He was something else entirely. Goodness, I didn't think we'd ever get him where he was supposed to be."

"With Lacey," I confirmed.

"Beautiful girl, your sister. Sc.r.a.ppy, too. I've always liked that about her."

I nodded in agreement. My sister was a handful, and at times, I think she's more so of one than Sarah. With Sarah, you know what you're getting yourself into if you p.i.s.s her off. Lacey, on the other hand, waits for you to f.u.c.k up and then blasts you with so much disappointment, you'd rather crawl in a hole and die than have to listen to her lectures regarding how bad you've f.u.c.ked up.

"I never thought Hayden would make a life for himself, let alone find someone to share it with. I worried for him, Travis. At his age, most young men were settling down with a job and family, but until Lacey showed up I wasn't sure I'd live long enough to see him do it. Too bad I was in here for the wedding. I'd have enjoyed watching him squirm his way through those vows."

Bean had been in and out of the hospital and rehab too many times to count. Some visits home, when she was well enough, only lasted a few days. Her blood pressure and partial left side paralysis from the latest stroke hadn't been easy for anyone, least of all her.

Her spirit hadn't dimmed at all, though.

"Now all we have left is you," she kept going.

s.h.i.t.

"And Sarah," she finished.