The Demon and Me: A Travis X Reader Fanfic

#13: Ding Dong Ditchers

I'm too lazy to think of riddles right now. I'm sorry. Anyways, on with the story!
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Your POV:
'Ding Dong!' The doorbell rang. It's been a week since I was able to get back into my house. I was currently hanging out with Travis at his house.

Me and Travis were the only ones in the house, so we went to go answer the door.

Travis opened it, and I expected to see my brother behind the wooden door. He had been so protective of me once he found out that we were dating now. However, I was wrong. There was no one at the door. There was just a single black rose sitting on the porch.

"Stupid ding dong ditchers," Travis mumbled, turning around. Before he could, I grabbed the top of his arm.

"Wait. Look, there's a black rose," I said, pointing to the mysterious flower.

Travis turned around and saw it. He gulped. "That's really weird," he said. Travis walked closer to it to further examine it.

Me and Travis crouched next to the rose with curious minds. Travis picked up the rose, which had about five thorns on it, and spun it between his two fingers, careful not to prick himself with the thorns. He pursed his lips, deep in thought.

I shuddered. "That thing is eerie as h***," I whispered, pointing to the rose.

"It's just a weird prank," Travis stated. However, it almost sounded more like a question then a statement. I turned around and looked behind me.

I heard a noise coming from the rose so I turned back around. However, nothing was happening when I turned back around. The rose looked slightly different, but probably only because Travis had been holding it.

"-A very weird prank."

"S***," Travis mumbled under his breath as he dropped the rose. He looked down at his finger, to see a cut going from the top of his finger, all the way down to a few inches passed his wrist.

I looked down at the rose, his blood dripping from a thorn.

That's weird, I could've sworn that there weren't that many thorns on it before. It looks like there is about 10 thorns on it now, and all of them look larger and more sharp then before.

"Whoa, how did you cut yourself that bad with a thorn?" I asked. I grabbed Travis' hand and examined the cut.

It was deep. If I didn't know that he accidentally cut it on a thorn, then I would've thought that he was cut by a pocket knife.

"My Irene, seriously, this cut is bad! How the heck did a thorn did this?" I questioned again.

Travis flinched, yanking his hand out of mine. He stuffed his hand in the pocket of his hoodie.

"I just cut it on a thorn, okay? Can we go inside now?"

I flinched, taken aback. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Travis' eyes softened, his expression turning into a frown. He stood up without a word and headed to the door.

Why is Travis acting so weird all of a sudden?

I glanced at the rose. I was about to pick it up to go throw it away when Travis stopped in the doorway.

"Don't," he said, his voice shaking. He held his hand up to his forehead like he was in pain.