Cigarette And Lavender(Halfway Edited)|| Salvis || Sally Face ||

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Emile's pov

I knew something was up when he didn't call me back. I paced around my room, chewing my nails nervously. I pulled my hand away from my mouth to see blood collecting on the top of my fingernail. "Fuck" I murmured as I grabbed a tissue to wipe away the crimson liquid.

I became more and more worried as time passed by. I fell onto my bed and grabbed my phone, checking for any messages or missed calls. I sighed at my empty lock screen.

"Fuck it," I said to myself as I grabbed my keys. I stepped into the hallway and peered into my parents' room, "Hey I'm gonna go over to Travis',"

My mom looked up from the book she was reading, "Okay, hun, don't be back too late; I love you, be safe," she hummed.

"Okay, I will; I love you too," I said as I let the door shut softly behind me. As I hurried down the stairs I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

I almost fell down the stairs in a hurry to retrieve my phone from my pocket. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID as I answered.

"Travis! Are you okay?" I blurted. "Um, that's what I was actually calling you about," Larry spoke through the speaker.

My face fell, "What do you mean?" I questioned. He let out a sigh, "He showed up at the hospital right after Sal was transported" he paused as I continued my descent down the stairs.

"And I kinda...maybe yelled at him," I felt my eyes narrow. "Larry what the fuck?!" I yelled as I slammed the front door behind me.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He sighed, "I was pissed off at the situation, and I took it out on him, I feel real bad; I'll apologize next time I see him," I rubbed the bridge of my nose between my fingers.

I felt a headache growing as I hopped into my truck and quickly started it. "Yeah, okay, man, I gotta go; I'll call you later," I mumbled before I quickly hung up and pulled out of the driveway.

~~~

I barreled into the gas station parking lot. I couldn't risk Kenneth being home and seeing my truck pull in.

I slammed on the brake and quickly shifted the gear into the park. I glanced around the parking lot as I locked the truck. I took notice of Kenneth's truck parked in the far corner of the lot.

I nearly bolted down the road and into his yard. I came to the assumption that Kenneth was gone after seeing that all the lights were off. I tried the front door, and after realizing it was locked, I ran to the back door. I let out a string of curses as I wiggled the handle, hoping it would open.

My breath was strained as I grabbed onto the branch of the tree near his window. I hurled myself up into the tree and looked to his window. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn. I briskly knocked on the window, and after receiving no response, I tried to pull it open.

After realizing it was locked I dropped to the ground and grabbed the first rock I could get my hands on.

I hastily climbed back up the tree. I held onto the branch for support as I hit the rock against the window repeatedly until it shattered. I ignored the sharp pain of the glass as I pushed myself through the window.

The nearby street lamp provided just enough light to see Travis on the floor. His body was shaking erratically and white dust coated his nose.

I quickly turned him on his side in case he threw up. I held him down to keep him from falling onto his back. I used my other hand to dial 911 as I held back tears.

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The lights of the ambulances caused my already aching head to pound. They had Travis laid on a stretcher as they pushed him out of the house. The woman in the navy blue scrubs cleaned up my cuts caused by the glass of his window.

I found myself listening to a paramedics' distant conversation as tears streamed from my eyes.

"This is the second time we've been called out here tonight," one said as he set up the IVs in the ambulance they were wheeling Travis toward.

"Do you think we should call for an investigation? It's kinda strange," another questioned thoughtfully.

Obviously, you should! Kenneth needs to be put away for all he's done. I thought to myself as I watched them load him into the ambulance.

"What's with the sour face?" The paramedics questioned as she bandaged another wound.

"Can...Would I be able to report something anonymously?" I inquired looking up at her. "Yeah, of course, there's actually an officer on his way out here now to question you," she said.

"You're not in trouble or anything, we just need to know what happened and why we keep getting called out here," she said as she laid a bandaid over the last open wound.

~~~

As I pulled into the hospital parking lot I let out a deep sigh and wiped the tears from my face. It had been a long day already, and I just couldn't handle the guilt of reporting Kenneth's abuse knowing Travis didn't want me to, but I couldn't just sit by and watch all of it unfold. It had gone on long enough and it was just getting worse as the days passed by.

I soon found Larry in the parking lot, leaning against his truck, a cigarette hung from his lips. His hair was pulled into a bun, with a bit of it fallen out around his face. His eyes were sunken in with a deep purple surrounding them. All in all, he looked like shit, but I found myself empathizing with him.

We were in the same situation. He might lose Sal and I might lose Travis. I didn't know what to do. I hoped they would push through but how would I survive if Travis didn't make it out of this? He has been my rock for years and it was like he was just being ripped away from me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I leaned up next to him, and we stared at the night sky in silence, there was nothing for us to say.

I haven't written from anyone else's POV in this story so it was a bit hard, but I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter is the last one so be prepared for that!

Anyway, have a good day, eat something, drink water, and take ur meds. Ily <3