MISSING {SALVIS}

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Travis pov
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Shock shivered through my body as the water touched me. Not from how hot or cold it was. If I'm being honest, I'm not too sure what caused it. Maybe it's the fact i haven't showered in 2 days. Or maybe it's from my overbearing fear of water I have yet to fully acknowledge.

The churning in my stomach almost distracted me from water getting into my eyes. So many feelings at once but no capacity to acknowledge all of them.

As the bathroom and the area around me started to heat up, I began to feel dizzy. Not having eaten seemed to have taken a toll on my ability to focus properly.

I didn't have to worry about how long I showered since my father wasn't home. But the aching sensation in my body and mind wouldn't overcome the short lasting freedom I have.

I got out as fast as I got in. I avoided looking in the mirror as much as possible. But my need to remember what I looked like bothered me. Bothered me so much. I stared.

Of course I hated it. I hate everything. But nobody can know that. Nobody. Ever

I got dressed in my usual clothes. Only slightly drying my hair, it didn't need to be perfect.

I walked down the stairs. Seeing the door open from the corner of my eye. My breath hitched. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at work. If he's home now, something serious happened.

I could tell by his movements. The way he shut the door. Angry. The way he looked around. Angry. The way he groaned. Angry.

All of him read angry. I couldn't go to school all bruised up again. I'd run out of excuses. My father knew this, he surely wouldn't take it out on me. Would he?

"We need to talk."

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Sal's pov

I walked through the halls, Larry was no where to be found and ash wouldn't be here today, she got sick from some disease that had been going around. So I was on my own. I didn't mind. Being alone made me feel safe.

I drowned out the noise of walking and chatter. My locker was close to my next class so I didn't need to worry. I could go as slow as I wanted to. I opened my locker to grab my things for math class. It took a bit of struggle considering the giant textbook was somehow in the back of my locker.

I was about to shut it when a heavy force got to it first. Slamming it into my fingers.