-Saviour Angel-

Safety -chapter 7

Sal's pov:
I head to the bathroom with my pyjamas, pink plaid pants that i "borrowed" from ash and a black sweater with a worn out Garfield print on it. Theyre not the most comfortable clothes, but theyre bearable. I slip off my clothes and put on the new ones, running the cold tap and splashing the water onto my face,  holding my breath as i do. I hope travis stays, he's not safe home. I really do think i can keep him safe here if he'll let me.

I hope.

But that hope is shattered as i hear my bedroom door open, rushing to finish washing my face, neglecting to clean out my eye socket and almost forgetting to put my prosthetic back on, i head to the door, going into the livingroom, expecting to see no travis, maybe an open front door or travis just leaving. But he's just.. sat, on the couch.

"You have no dining table, how do you eat?"

A sigh of relief escapes my mouth, walking over to the tv to adjust the antennae

"Yeah uh-.. me and dad just kinda.. eat on the couch-.. or in our rooms" i turn on the tv and choose a channel that i like, then go to flop on the couch next to travis

"Oh... i didn't know people did that-.." he didn't look at me as he spoke, he had his eyes fixated on the wall just past the tv.

"Ooh- mr fancy pants has a big table~" i mock, then realise its maybe not the time. I wont mock him again tonight.

"No i'm just not poor, and my dad's sober so-" i laugh, i laugh that off. But that kinda sucks. Dad's doing so much better now, he's working on himself, especially now he's dating Lisa. We've been working on clearing the place of any alcohol so he doesn't get tempted. I don't speak after that, just watching the tv.

We sit there in silence for a while, i dont think either of us are fully paying attention to the screen. Travis yawned a few times, and i yawned back in empathy. After who knows how long i watch him get up, he stares for a second or two before speaking.

"Uhm-.. where.. can i sleep-?" He seems nervous, very nervous.

"Well-.. my bed or maybe.. i could sort of.. make you a bed on the floor?"

His response is quick, "floor" he says as he walks into my room. I gather two of the cushions from the couch and walk into my room, tossing them on the floor before going back to the living room and grabbing a spare blanket whilst travis sits on my bed, kicking his legs nervously. All the roughness and anger has seemed to disappear from him, he just seems scared.

I finish up with making him a bed, giving him one of my pillows as well "okie dokes!! All finished" i say to him, he nods in response and moves onto the floor, sitting down and pressing one of the cushions down a bit.

"Thank you.. sally face-" he mutters, i give a little nod and an "mhm" and sit on my bed

"You wanna sleep to music or anything-?" I grab my cd player and await his response

".....mhm.. yes please-.."

I put in the bowie cd and place the cd player on the floor so travis can hear, he seems happy with that as he curls up into the blanket and hides his head in it. I don't feel like sleeping yet, in fact i don't feel like sleeping full stop, so i go to the bathroom to finish washing my face, cleaning out my eye socket with saline so it doesn't get all goopy and gross and infected. I just sort of potter around, messing with my hair before deciding to wash it and put it up in a bun to sleep in. I check the clock and it's already 1am.. wow-.. i didnt realise i'd spent so long in here. I stumble sleepily back to bed and flop down. The front door open, dad's home. I would go to greet him but he's probably tired.. he needs to sleep, so i won't bother him... but maybe i should tell him about travis.. yeah.