-Saviour Angel-

Home. -chapter 8

Tw/cw!!
Slight violence
Anger
Lashing out

Travis pov:

The floor is hard and cold.. its perfect. Its way too hot in here, so my decision was to lie flat on my back on the floor. Ive been awake for who knows how long now, and i've been staying with sally face for two days. I hate it here, they dont even have a dining table. Weird, weird people.

Theres some soft snoring which makes me glance over, he's still sleeping ofcourse. I can't see his face, and i promised that i wouldnt look... but curiosity overtakes my senses and i get up, heading over to the bed with silent footsteps until i'm towering over him. Reaching down, i place my thumb and index finger on either side of his chin and already i can feel the torn, scarred flesh. I turn his head, little by little towards me until his eyes.... Eye would meet mine if it weren't closed.

I can see why he wouldnt want to show his face, most would find it horrendous, like something out of some scary movie. But i find it intriguing and in some way beautiful.. in a sort of artistic way.. the way the scar tissue seems to swirl around the slightly irritated red skin likely due to the fact he hadnt washed his face the night prior , the dent in the side of his chin thats just under an exposed part of his gums and teeth, the holes where his nose should be that cause the noises he makes in his sleep to be slightly strange. His left eye socket being empty and slightly open whilst the other eye is closed. Its all extremely interesting, especially the fact that you can see the outline of his muscles and how they form across his face. I cant help but touch, its not too bad i suppose. Its just his face.

Carefully i drag a gentle finger across the smooth scars and trace the ones i find most interesting, pressing my finger against his torn lips. I almost didn't notice his eye open, but quickly my gaze turned to it and i move my hand off his face.

"Travis-!! Travis w-what-!? What are you doing-!" He shouts which causes me to flinch back. He sits up, using his hands to cover his face. His voice seemed to wobble as he spoke as if he was crying, and soon its evident that he is crying as drops of water leak from his chin and between his fingers.

"I just-" i start, but im quickly cut off

"you promised!!! You promised you wouldnt look-!!!"

"You dont look that bad.."

"Thats not the problem-!! The problem is that you looked and you promised not to-!! I said you couldnt look-!!!"

I feel a little bad, he seems distressed. He's shaking. I fear i've messed up

"Sorry-" i mutter, he parts his fingers to uncover his eye, his expression that of pure rage.

"Sorry!? Sorry doesnt fucking cut it travis-!! What the fuck were you thinking!?" Tears continue to stream down his face and through his fingers. Im not sure how to console him, but i want to.

I find myself backing away from him. He's angry and despite how short he is, i'm sure he could hurt me. He looks fairly muscular. So i go back to my place on the floor and watch him fumble around for his mask and quickly put it on. His expression seems to slightly soften into one of slight anger but mostly sadness. I have to keep wary, he could still injure me.

"That was a real dickhead thing to do, travis.. that was fucking awful-" he sighs and leans against the wall next to his bed, i dont understand why it was so bad. I just wanted to see his face.

"I-.. i didnt mean to make you angry-"

"Im not angry.. well, a bit angry.. but you've really betrayed my trust.. and im really fucking upset about it.."

I nod in acknowledgement, i hadn't realised he would react so strongly.

"Sorry.."

"Its not ok.. but... alright- i accept your apology"