firefly 𑁋 salvis.

XII

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The dreams were starting to get to him. Travis wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to handle these overwhelming dreams before he'd begin breaking down. They were all so graphic, and last night, whenever he rose from his slumber, the clock on his bedside table showed 3:33. It almost felt as though he was being warned, but of what? What poor child was going to be shot by a man in a dog mask and robes? Who was going to kidnap Travis and take him to some mysterious lair with a giant hole? What did it all mean?

The most recent one left him with a deep feeling of paranoia. On his walk to the bus stop, was he going to be approached by robed strangers and taken? No, he couldn't possibly. No one would mess with Travis Phelps unless they had a death wish. His father may think of him as nothing more than a dirty sinner, but if he was taken, Kenneth would make a point to bring him back at all costs. Just to prove to the miserable wannabes of Nockfell that the Phelps' where not to be touched.

He swallowed thickly, hands shaking as he buttoned his jeans. The weather was cooling far too fast for him to don his usual shorts, he now had to cover the tanned skin on his legs. Salty, scared tears rose to his eyes, but he blinked them away quickly. A stray tear created a path down his cheek, and he wiped it away with the sleeve of his sweater. Before he could move his hand away from his face, he found himself to be clasping both of his hands together and bowing his head. Dear God, please don't let me die today.

It wasn't the first time God had heard a plea of survival from Travis Phelps, and it surely wouldn't be the last. The only thing setting this time apart from the others was the lack of a threat from Kenneth. Travis licked his dry lips, grabbing his backpack. If he didn't leave now, he would miss the bus. If he missed the bus, he'd be late to school. If he was late to school, his plea for survival would be moot. Kenneth would act as he pleased in response to Travis' transgression, even if God tried His hardest to get in the way.

Kenneth still hadn't returned from whatever he's been doing the past few days. Travis eyed the empty spot in the driveway as he walked down it, only looking away once his feet hit the sidewalk. What was his father doing? Had he finally decided to abandon Travis once and for all? The thought sent a painful sting through the heart of the blonde, and he found himself blinking away tears once more. His father was a mean man, but Travis loved him anyways. Or at the very least, he was attached. He couldn't bare it if his father decided to leave just like his mother did.