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Isabel 9:52 PM: Travis. Something happened today.

Isabel 10:59 PM: Never mind. Forget about it.

Travis 11:37 PM: Hey, I saw your text. Sorry I didn’t answer sooner.

Travis 12:02 AM: Isabel?

Travis 7 AM: Isabel, come on, answer me.

Travis 8:31AM: Hey, are you mad at me? I meant to text earlier than I did last night, but things got a little crazy here. I don’t want to keep texting cuz it was getting late and I didn’t want to wake you. I know the gift card thing isn’t the same as flowers or anything, but you know I love you.

Isabel 8:45 AM: I’m not mad at you. It was just a shitty day. My dad pulled that “it’s time you start thinking about your future” shit again and we were all out to dinner this time and I couldn’t get away from the fucking prick he invited along as my DATE. I hate him, Travis. I hate him so much. I hate him, hate him, hate him.

Travis 8:47 AM: I hate him, too. Want me to fly out there and beat him up?

Isabel 8:50 AM: I want you to fly out here and take me away from all of this. Now.

Travis 8:53 AM: If you’re serious, I’ll be on a plane as soon as I can get a ticket. Just say the word, Bella-mine.

Travis 9:02 AM: Iz?

Travis 9:39 AM: Isabel, do you want me to come get you?

Isabel 10:01 AM: More than anything. But I can’t. My sisters need me. My mom won’t do shit to protect them from Dad. They’ve only got me. If I run off without finishing school, it will make it that much harder to get custody. But this summer, I’ll graduate, they’ll be 16 and it will be different. It’s just a few more months. Right? I can do it for a few more months. I can.

Travis 10:03 AM: You can. Then you’ll never have to see the prick again.










Summer

18 Years Old

Provincetown, Massachusetts

“Hey...aren’t you ZachBarnes’s little brother? Travis, right?”

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