A/N Thanks for reading. I had a friend tell me my grammer sucks. I'll put the story through some sort of grammer fixer thing.  Please  vote and comment if you like the chapter. It's makes me feel like I did a semi good job. Everything you say is appreciated. ENJOY!!!

KATIE'S POV

I opened my letter dreading what I had to do next. I looked at Travis, he was reading the note, his brow furrowed. I toke a deep breath and started reading.

This is a game of Truth or Dare. Although you don't get a choice. We choose.

Follow the directions.

1. Do the following directions after Travis completed his directions.

2. You will choose between one truth and one dare.

a. You have to kiss Travis. 

         b. Tell Travis something no one  else knows.

3. If you refuse to complete the tasks, a  third task will be given that you must comply to do.

What am I supposed to do it. I can't kiss Travis. What little friendship we actually do have will be gone. I'm not ready for that. No matter how much his immature pranks are, I love...like his jokes, his bright smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he's up to no good, when he takes a prank to far and apologizes, and most of all the way he can make me laugh even on my worse day. 

I don't know what my feelings are for Travis. I definitely feel something, but I don't know if it's positive or negative yet. I'm too scared to find out where my feeling lie. I stared at my worn down, grass stained converse nudging the dirt trying to come up with a practical solution.

What am I going to do. 

Can't I tell Travis my secret. Only my mom knows, but only because she demanded what was wrong in a dream. Can I trust Travis? I've carried this burden ever since I got to camp, maybe telling someone will get a weight off my chest. 

I looked up at Travis hoping to find a tell-tale sign that I could trust him with my darkest secret. His face remained blank. His dare must have been as bad as mine, maybe worse. 

No, nothing could be worse than mine.

I looked at the ground scowling at myself. I was just staring at Travis for god knows how long. Did he see me?

I glanced up, prying my eyes away from the newly entertaining grass. My curiosity got the best of me. Travis wasn't just looking at me, he was looking at my lips. I had to fight the urge to touch my now feverish lips.

I want to kiss him...

What? I turned my head trying to hide my embarrassment, from my stray thoughts. I frantically looked everywhere but him. I scooted closer, our knees barely brushing. Goosebumps spread up and down my legs.

"My letter told me to go before you." Travis squeezed out trying to break the thick tension. I had completely forgot about why we were here. About what I had to do. 

He continued to explain what his letter told him to do. It was almost the same as my letter. 

"I chose to do the truth." This stirred my interest immediately. What could Travis say that everyone didn't know?

Everyone has to have something they have never told anyone, or at least that was the case with me.

Travis started taking deep breath, face going pale, and hand trembling. I felt awful, if he was this nervous maybe I should tell him he doesn't have to do it. Maybe then I can get out of my letter. 

"I have to tell you my worst fear. I have never told anyone this, so please don't laugh." He looked at me for approval. I didn't move not wanting to force him into anything.

"I'm scared of going underground." He looked back at his hands, glancing up once to see my reaction.

I internally gasped completely shocked. The Travis Stoll afraid of something. Any other day I would have used this to my advantage and blackmailed him, but now I'm not so sure. If I use his fear against him, then he can turn right away and use my secret against me. I continued listening to his story. 

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Tears welled in my eyes. Travis had to go through that as a kid. At this point in my meltdown, I was trying to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks. 

"How did you get out?" I asked so quietly I thought he didn't hear me. His response made me want to learn forward and kiss him, to make him happy.

Wait, no I don't want to kiss him. That would be awkward. I would never kiss Travis, but my hormones had a very different idea if what I wanted.

It's my turn.

I felt my face fall. I have to rip my heart out and hand it to Travis. Emotionally speaking of course. It's now or never. But before I could start, Travis delayed the inevitable.

I could pick out only a few words, from my fuzzy mind. I understood, what the question was asking, so I simply nodded looking down. I felt a gentle hand brush a loose strand of hair out of my eyes. Electricity spread through my bones, making me arch my back, pushing me towards Travis. I looked up only to see Travis way closer than he was before. It didn't help that I got closer. Just a few more inches and our entire bodies would be touching. I couldn't help but grin like a crazy person, I actually liked this. Maybe I should do the dare. I really want to kiss him, but I don't think I could handle rejection.

"I was also told to pick between a truth or a dare. I was going to do the dare, but know I think truth is the better option." He nodded. I toke a deep breath and continued my story.

"For my truth I have to tell you something no one else knows. The only person who knows this is my mother, and that's only because she forced it out of me. Umm...I don't know how to say this," I paused trying to find the words, so I didn't have to go into detail, "So, not every demigod has loving parents. I grew up with the polar opposite of love. I grew up thinking getting abused, neglected, and starved, were all the normal part of growing up. I made it to middle school before anyone noticed the bruises and scars. Stupid middle school locker rooms," I looked at Travis giving him a tight smile, that didn't reach my eyes, "I realized going home to that wasn't normal. I made it to eighth grade before I tried commit suicide. That's when my mom stepped in, healed me, but left the scars as a reminder. I never told her why I did it, until last year, I tried to end the nightmares by ending everything. Now once a week I go visit Hygeia, the god of mental illnesses." I looked up at Travis.

His eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flaring, he hands lay at his side clenching and unclenching. I didn't know if he was mad at me, or he was mad at everything that happened to me. After three minutes of silence he spoke, devoid of any emotion. He said the one word, I didn't want to answer to.

"Why?"

I closed my eyes as the memories flooded into my mind. I managed to keep them at bay, but now they flowed in from the darkest corners of my mind. Like the devil opened the flood gates, to the things you lock up inside yourself, and never let resurface.

Why?

How do you answer that. Do I tell him why my dad hit me? Why I was called worthless? Do I tell him why I wanted to kill myself?

"What?" I asked in a surprisingly steady voice. I knew when I asked that I toke the easy way out, but I can't explain everything, I can't relive all the memories.

Travis stared directly in my eyes. "Why would you want to kill yourself. Your amazing Katie. Your strong independent, smart, funny, kind, and so beautiful. I can't even describe how beautiful you are. Why would you want to take that much beauty out of the world." I um.. I don't know what to do. Travis just called my beautiful, I've never been called beautiful. I didn't try to stop the flood of tears from rolling down my cheeks.

I spoke just above a whisper, I didn't want Travis to hear, but I knew he would. "I had no one who cared enough to call me beautiful." He wiped the tears from my cheek, I never knew Travis could be so gentle.

"Good thing I'll be here to do it from now on." Travis looked so sincere, I had to believe every word he said.

The truth finally set in and my heart swelled. Travis thinks I'm beautiful. I sighed completely content with the discovery.

A letter popped in the air, but I think I'll leave just a little while longer. I wanted to live in this moment for as long as possible.