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—Travis' POV—

I walked into my room throwing my bag onto the bed. It was pretty dark outside but that's when I heard something hit my window. What the hell. I went over to my window to see what hit it. Is that- Sal??? I opened the window thing and there he was. Sal. He had a few rocks in his hand and he looked like he was gonna throw another one but stopped when he saw the window open.

"I'm not gonna just stand here, Help me!" Why the hell was he at my house? How did he even know my address? I have so many questions right now. "How the hell did you find my house? Stalker!" I yelled back at him. "Larry told me. Now help me get to your room dipshit" wow- "go over to the back door over there and wait for a second!" I pointed to the sliding glass door that was downstairs. He began to go over to the door, glad my dad was at church right now. I walked out of my room, heading to the stairs. When I was walking down the stairs I almost fell but I was holding onto the rails so I was fine. (😎) I saw Sal at the window standing. I then opened the door letting him inside.

"First thing. Why are you at my house? Not only are you a freak but your also a stalker." Kinda hurt to say that, He was messing around with a dream catcher above my bed. "First off. I'm, not a stalker. Second. I wanna ask you some things." He could have just asked me in school but dang alright. "What do you wanna ask me?" I said kinda bitter. "Why are you so rude? Is it because of your dad?" What the actual hell? That was sudden, I know me and he doesn't get along well at all but wow. "My dad doesn't control me. I'm my person!" That was a bit of a lie. "Just because he is a percher it doesn't mean anything" "Are you sure?" He responded. "That's my business, not yours." I was kinda pissed. "I'm very sorry." The room was pin-drop silent until he broke it "what do you want to do?" He began to mess around with some chains he had attached to his pants." "You could leave," I said kind of sarcastically "how about this-" he leaned a bit closer to me. "N.O" Damn he's stubborn, I felt my face get a bit hot and I felt sick but it felt nice??? "What about we hang out for a while instead. We never get along so this is a way to" why the hell did he want to hang out with me? Especially me? "Yeah right. How do I know you're not gonna do something like hiding a camera inside my room, or-"   "holy shit dude you overthink way too much" he got up from my bed and started walking around my room looking at most of my stuff. "Who's this?" he grabbed a picture of my mom and pointed at her "put that down." he did as I said and put it down next to my closet door. "Soo..." He began "ever heard of sanity falls?" he lost me when he said 'sanity'. it sounded like devil music "No, I haven't" He turned around. "Have you been living under a rock?!" he slightly yelled. He then grabbed his phone from his pocket then started playing something that sounded kinda...cool. He started viciously shaking his head up and down "what are you doing, a ritual??" he stopped then looked at me "it's called headbanging" he walked over to me. "Look" he grabbed my hand and made it into what he called a 'metal hand pose' my face felt hot again. What does this mean? "Now shake your head up and down multiple times" I did as said and he started laughing "Not like that" he then Demonstrated it by himself but slower "now you try" I did as he said and he then started clapping his hands "there you go"

It's been 3 hours since we started hanging out. But that's when. I heard it. The garage door opens. I was terrified. shit, shit, SHIT
"Is your dad he-" I put my hand over his mouth.

. --Sals POV--

"Mgh mh mmgh" I tried to say 'what the fuck' but it just came out are mumbled "I need you to go through the window and over to your house. Now." I got up from the floor and silently ran over to the window looking back at him. He made his hands doing one of those 'go' motion things. I climbed out the window and started running for dear life but what about Travis? Is he gonna be okay? Fuck stop thinking right now just run.

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