~Roses and guitars~ (Salvis)

જ⁀➴ /╰┈➤ Bleeding out.

- TRAVIS'S POV -

I reached for the handle and sprinted as fast as my bleeding legs could take me, i sprinted to the only place i knew i was welcome: Addison apartments.

I got alot of weird looks from people and some shouted at me to stop, but i didn't stop running. My legs hurt so badly but that didn't stop me. Once i finally arrived at the apartments i almost passed out infront of the building, but i managed to get some strenght and stumbled inside.

I stumbled to the elevator and clicked on the floor where Sal lived, my head hurted like hell. It felt like i just got stabbed in my head, i knew my hair was covered in fresh blood.

Once the elevator came to a stop i stumbled outside, almost tripping but i managed to make it to Sal's apartment door. I knocked and waited, i started to feel lightheaded again.

" Please Sal.. "

I whispered, i didn't have the energy or strenght to speak too loud. 

The door finally opened, i looked up and saw Sal standing there without his prosthetic. I immediately covered my eyes and looked away from him.

S: " Travis?! What the hell happened to you?! "

Sal asked me worriedly, before i could awnser he grabbed my arm gently and pulled me inside the apartment. He pulled me inside his room and pointed at the bed.

S: " Go sit down.. "

I did as he said and sat down on the bed, he walked into the bathroom and eventually came back with a first aid kit, he had his prosthetic back on.

I stared at him while he cleaned my wounds, sometimes i winced or flinched when he touched the  deeper wounds. Once he was done cleaning the blood he started to bandage my legs and arms, i felt so bad that Sal had to clean MY wounds.. 

S: " There we go.. "

He said as he finished bandaging my legs.

S: " We have to take you to the hospital Trav. "

I shook my head, what if my father found me? I was scared, scared by my own father.

S: " Trav, we have no choice, i can't properly clean those wounds on your head. "

TP: " Fine.. "

I whispered, i still coulnd't talk properly so my voice was a bit cracky.

I stood up a bit to fast and got lightheaded again, next thing i knew i passed out.

- SAL'S POV -

FUCK FUCK FUCK, Travis just fucking passed out in my arms, okay uhm.. Well. 

I decided to call 911, a tired sounding lady awnsered.

--- " 911 what is your emergency? "

I was still panicking a bit but tried my best to sound calm.

S: " Yes hello, my uhm.. Friend. Has been beat up by his father and he just.. Passed out in my arms. "

I said in a shaky voice, it was silent for a bit but the lady finally awnsered.

--- " May i get the name of your friend and his father? "

S: " My friends name is Travis Phelps, and his fathers name is.. Kenneth, Kenneth Phelps. "

It was silent, again.

--- " You mean the pastor who owns the church? Very funny kid. "

S: " I'm not lying! "

I was panicking now, Travis was still bleeding badly.