Re: The Hammonds, Savannah, others
"I don't know how to be strong," he said softly. "Travis is the one-"
TJ was having his own problems breathing and it had nothing to do with an injury. But, everything to do with fear that was turning into outright terror. His hand shook in hers. He couldn't do this. The only thing that had ever kept him calm besides Travis was the drugs. Fuck, he couldn't do this.
This was all his fault. Most of what had happened immediately after was a blur. But, he'd followed that much. Derek had meant to shoot him, for playing the piano. Travis could die because he was protecting TJ because for whatever reason TJ had caused this with that damned piano.
That brought the rage back.
Tearing his eyes away from the piano, he looked at her, his expression hard and his eyes fever bright. "Fine. Then help me burn it. I want it gone. I will never, never play again."