RED PARALLEL

Small Thrill (Intro)

12 Y/O:

But eventually, Traviz recovered his mission. One day, he was stamping his window glass with another sticker he robbed from his stupid colleague, when he saw his father getting out of his Maybach, with two women. It had been a long time since the last day Traviz saw her mother, but he still remembered her. Different from his father, who acted like she had never existed, at all. So he was seeing other women... Of course, son of a bitch. Traviz hated his mother, but what his father was doing was just... He shouldn't walk around with other women. Mr. Stupid Christopher liked mom, what the fuck he was doing... Without thinking at all, Traviz went downstairs, to greet his dad, for the shock of all the employees. 'Man, I miss my daad...' he said, in a lousy acting. He chuckled with himself. Morons... His father was still outside with both women, so Traviz hurried and opened the great door, before the employee could do it 'Leave it to me, man, I'm his son.' He opened the door, smiling. His dad turned around at the abrupt sound, and his face went white, with some red shades in his neck.

"Heeey, dad!!! Who are these whores, huh? Does mom know it?"

Traviz didn't remember exactly what was his dad's reaction or even the women's, 'cause he spread running before any employee could chase after him. Of course they chased him, but Traviz ran like a bullet, and luckily, one of the gates were still open, since his dad's car had just arrived. So he darted towards it, while two guards ran after him, one of them yelling at the gate-guard, telling him to shut the damn thing, 'cause the boy was escaping.

He just couldn't believe it. He did it. Damn! He passed through the gate when it was inches from closing. Both guards were left inside, one of them still yelling, angry. The angry yeller had been responsible for most of Traviz's failed escapes, so he couldn't be happier. 'Eat this.'. But there were a bunch of other guards outside the mansion, and he had totally forgotten them... Oh, shh...

At that night, Traviz finally got beaten by his dad. He had waited for that moment for so long. He never thought he'd feel so happy seeing his father going nuts over him. Traviz thought about not letting his butler take care of his bruise, as if to preserve the mark of his great accomplishment, but it was aching a lot, so...

The attempts continued, and though the obstacles and punishments increased, Traviz considered the escape-shit as his new hobbie. He escaped mostly during class period, and Traviz would wander along the streets, enjoying his ridiculous fake freedom. He didn't know what to do in the streets. He liked to escape just for the thrill of it. He knew he'd have to get back eventually and certainly receive the predictable wave of punishments and etc, which was something kinda cool, 'cause it made him feel less alone.