firefly 𑁋 salvis.

IV

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Travis' breathing heaved as he rose from the floor. His back ached with the pain of sleeping on nothing but a thin blanket. His senses returned to him slowly, and the pain of his dream faded with the memory of it. As soon as he could process a pounding on the closet door, the dream was just barely out of grasp. He was disoriented, but could no longer tell why. Travis' head pounded in time with the pounding on the door.

"Wake up, fag. New plans. Door's unlocked, get up and get ready." Despite Travis' confusion, he was grateful he was being let out early. He had expected to be stuck in the closet for days, but clearly not. He quickly stood, bracing himself against the wall when black spots clouded his vision. His stomach rumbled, but he paid it no mind. Travis opened the door, coming eye-to-eye with his father instantly.

"I don't want to end your punishment early.. But Henry agreed not to take legal action if you show remorse. We have to go to the hospital so you can apologize to the queer." Travis said nothing for a moment, blinking slowly. He swallowed thickly, grimacing at the soreness in his throat from dehydration.

"Yes, sir." His voice was scratchy from sleep and dehydration. Satisfied with Travis' response, Kenneth nods and walks off. Travis leans against the doorway, breathing heavily. Hunger was setting in.. He hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. Black spots danced through his vision as he pushed himself off of the doorway. Though he desperately wanted to, Travis couldn't stand there forever. He needed to get a move on before he got punished even worse.

He ascended the stairs slowly, gripping the banister tightly. With every step, Travis felt as though he may pass out then and there. Despite his feelings, he somehow managed to get to the first floor without falling or passing out. He took a deep breath at the top of the stairs, patting himself silently on the back, but quickly reminding himself that he still had another set of stairs to conquer.

Travis miraculously made his way to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Kenneth hated when he shut his door, even when he was changing. Kenneth hated Travis having any sort of privacy, hated the thought that his son may be doing sinful things behind a closed door. As long as he didn't get caught, Travis wouldn't suffer any consequences, and he planned on not getting caught.

He walked over to the closet, loose floorboards squeaking beneath him once he reached his destination. Travis looked down at them, only minorly regarding his hiding place for the things he holds dear to him. Travis doesn't have much that he holds dear to him, and the spot in the floor didn't have much space. He had a few things, though. Razorblades, his journal, and a stuffed animal he's had since he was a child. Kenneth tried to burn it on multiple occasions, but Travis always managed to salvage it before it was too late. Now, the stuffed dog rested beneath his floor, with only some minor burns to show for what it'd lived through.