Bittersweet Blueberrys | Sal x Travis (Break)

- Chapter 10 -

(Autors Note: So as I said, I wanted this to be a longer chapter, so I try to keep my promise- )

POV. Travis

Johnson was watching me closely, every single wrinkle of my Face. It kind of gave me cold shower. 

He just dragged Sal out, I must have stared for a little to long, so I snapped and layed the controller next to the TV. 

My hours were already done, I just stayed a bit longer. I left, even If home is like hell I'm definitely not going to die on Larry. I went through the City a bit, taking a longer route until home. 

I thought of Sal, I- don't know why but... I kind of wanted to go back. 
It has to be because of Lisa!

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Father was sitting there. Since ten minutes he was home, sitting on the kitchen table, he already had eaten but he just sat there, seemingly in his mind. 
He had been ignoring me, and I don't mind, more time not getting beaten- 

I was in my room, bored as hell. I go through my mind, remembering what happened today.. and the picture of some boy shots in. I couldn't stop thinking of his eyes, those Ocean Blue eyes who could stare right into your soul.
His Soft looking Blue hair and even the Mask...

What the fuck am I thinking? He's just a damn faggot!
Just think about something else or whatever.

The wounds started hurting again, funny thing they didn't while I was working. I guess it's also connected to this horrible place, so everyone around it feels horrible. 

The Bandages were hidden in the bathroom, so I got up, which made it even more painful. I had to keep it down, who knows when father is going to be mad again, not to mention that he would see the bandaged wounds. 

The Bathroom light was pretty dark, It could use a new light bulb but I never got any chance on buying one though, and Father doesn't get angry about it. Why wasting time and money on it then?

The Bandages were all bloody, when did the wounds open again? At Work? Why didn't I notice then? weird. 

Most of the blood came from my stomach, where the wound was droping alot of blood, I had to be fast so It couldnt drop on the floor. 

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I sat on my Bed. Father was already sleeping, I know how to fake sleep, you learn that over the years with him.
And again.. I think of Sal. 

Something had changed about us, I have no Idea what, and It's probably just me who changed. I would see Sal tomorrow anyways, once in school and in the Apartments. Heck.. I haven't thought about Father. What Am I gonna tell him? When Am I gonna go?

Oh well, Future me can think about that. Right now, I just wanted to go asleep. The wind howls behind the glass of my closed window. There isn't much in my Room to look at.
I have a small Bed with a light green blanket and pillow below the window, A Closet with some clothes In ofcourse. A few Holy Paintings from my Mother hanging over the white door. A medium cross hanging from the empty Wall, with a Shelve and some books including a few bibles. On my Ceiling hangs a small lamp with a Yellowish glow from it. And I have a small table with a chair for my Homework and stuff. 

I imagine a short, blue haired boy standing in my room, I couldn't help but smiled. FUCK! Stop thinking about him!
I reach for the bible next to my bed. It's pretty rusty, and full with dust. Probably the oldest one on the set of Bibles I own. If Father is not lieing this one has been in the Phelps bloodline for many decades. 

I read through the phrases. I have no Idea how often I already read through it. It's one of the only books I am allowed to read, and it get's boring. On the other hand I don't really have anything different to do. 

I sigh, dropping the old book next to my Bed and close the light. Sal was still in my Mind, Darn it... Just leave already! I already look like a faggot just thinking about another Boy so much!

I smash my Head into my greenish Pillow, frustrated and confused. I close my Eyes, hoping to fall asleep, without Nightmares.