Got Murder? {Completed}

Got Murder?

A pinch of sunlight peered through Travis' window blinds and into his dark room, waking up the young 13 year old boy. After hesitating for a moment, Travis got out of bed and realized that he was late for school. Not wanting to miss the mustard yellow express, Travis sprung fully awake, grabbing a navy blue shirt laying on the floor, quicking sliding both arms through. Then running to his closet, snatching a pair of ripped jeans causing them to be stripped from the hanger. He wiggled his legs in each hole. Left leg then the right and stopping to button up his shirt. Opening the bedroom door, Travis recalled that he needed shoes. So he searched around till Travis located his black converse that sat to the right of the door with socks already stuck inside. Picking them up, Travis ran downstairs.
As soon as Travis stumbled off the last stair step, he swung his backpack over his shoulder that laid carefully there on the first floor then he saw his mother. All dressed in white. "Good morning! You're in a rush." Her voice was so recognizable to the boy, one of a kind to his ears. Travis' mom smiled after speaking, then came over to greet him with a hug. Travis wrapped his left arm around her then quickly letting go and headed for the front door, still remembering that he was in a hurry. "Yeah, don't want to miss the bus. See you later!" Travis announced right before shutting the door behind himself. Walking down the sidewalk to the corner stop sign, Travis placed his fists in the front pockets of his pants and stared down at his feet. Watching them alternate to each step that he took. Then looking back up, Travis saw a short haired  brunette standing there. Now only a few feet away from the girl, she turns around and scans Travis' body with her dark eyes. "Ah, Travis Blake.. nice to see that you still have no style of fashion." She says, crossing her arms and coking an eyebrow. "Nice to see you too Amber." He tried saying without sounding too sarcastic. Amber Shirley was the grade's class president. The boy didn't understand how that was possible. Sure, she was smart and has the good business genes, but not at all is she a people person. Soon the bus arrived before the domineering girl could speak again.

Climbing the hard steps of the bus, Travis then sits down and starts to gaze out the window after finally placing his socks and shoes on.
The bus passed by a older lady wearing a white dress who was walking her yorkie. It reminded him of his mother. Travis started thinking about how he hasn't seen his mom wear such a dress in years. Things had been hard for the family after Travis' dad had left his mom. The dad wasn't around much, always staying late at work or was found drunk at bars in the city. Travis' mom on the other hand, had always believed he would change. Soon enough it was too late to see if dad ever would clean up his act, Travis thought, He just packed up and left...
After having evoked his past memories, Travis then tried to take a quick nap. Leaning his head against the window. Though this didn't last long, the kid in the seat behind Travis got up and shook him awake. Saying, "Hey dude, we're at school." Travis didn't reply. Only stood up and exited the vehicle. Well, here goes another day.. Sighs Travis before entering the school.

Screech- Pssst.. The bus exhales it's warm breath as Travis leaps down from the steps, letting his feet meet with the concrete beneath. Once his feet hit the ground, Travis too off towards home. Thoughts of excitement news of Travis' day filled his mind. Ready to tell his mother. Finally making it to the front door, Travis realizes it's already unlocked.. With a little worry, carefully Travis cracks the door and peers in. "Mom?" He speaks while fully opening the door and stepping in the house. "Are you home?" Travis calls louder, walking into the first room to the right of the entryway. In the kitchen, Travis' eyes catch a glimpse of dark red covering the floor. In a hurry the boy runs to the other side of the counter bar, seeing a distorted body laying in the middle of the blood. "Mom?!" Within seconds Travis' heart was pounding out of his chest. Quickly kneeling down to his mother, Travis notices all the purple immense bruises up and down her arms and a smaller bruise over her eye. Reducing the fact that her eye was swollen shut. Then his gaze moved to the big area where his mother's blood had seeped through her white lace dress. Time clearly shown in the mother's injuries. It had been hours that Travis' mom was killed. After examining his mom's new condition, he pulls himself up and slowly steps back. Away from the body, not losing focus on his mother's pale skin and mangled hair. With another step, the sound of metal touching tile floor ring in Travis' ears, causing him to break the one-way eye contact. Looking down under Travis' right foot, a knife as sharp as a Great White's tooth laid there. All covered in bittersweet red. Next to the -possible- murder weapon was a Wax sheet. Carefully, Trembling, Travis picks up the wax sheet and turns it over. It was a printed picture of his parents on their wedding night. It was clean expect for a splatter of blood in the bottom left hand corner. A feeling of understandment came over Travis after seeing that picture. "Oh mom.." He started, looking back at the corpse, "Dad wasn't worth it.."