Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Mixed up

This isnt really a chapter, more of a filler for those of you who are waiting for a real update. Im sorry i haveng worked much on this! Wolves is a lot of work uwu

Travis
My father was in an exceptionally awful mood this evening. He grumbled his words and slammed down his coffee mug onto the table at breakfast. Even mother was being wary of him.

My mother is a beautiful woman. She's mixed with black, hispanic, and white, the only thing showing her white culture is her bright blue eyes. Her skin is a warm chocolatey caramel color, and she has jet black hair that naturally forms into tight curls. She's very round, not fat, but shaped like a woman. Big hips, big chest, long legs. She deserved better than what the Phelps house has ever given her.

My father, on the other hand, is a tall, thin, pasty man. His hair is blond, and his face is permanently scowling.

The only beauty that resides in my Father are his eyes, a deep ocean green.

I got a good mix of them both. My skin was dark, not as dark as my mothers by a long run. The closest comparison I could imagine would be something like dirt. Ha.

My eyes are blue, like my mothers, yet my hair is blond, like my fathers.

I examined the bowl of cereal in front of me, tense under the supervison of my father from across the table.

"Travis, hun, are you not going t-"

"Salice!" My father slammed his fist on the table, interupting my mother, "Don't pester the boy to eat. If he starves, he starves."

I sighed to myself, remembering a time when things weren't like this.

At one point, I was taken from my parents. I lived with my maternal grandmother from 3rd grade till the 6th.

She made a big breakfast in the morning, bacon, eggs, oatmeal...

There were always fresh cookies waiting on me after school, too.

I chewed my Cinnamon Toast Crunch as I did my best to keep myself alive with the thoughts of what once was.

Sal
Nightmares were the worst.

This was the third time this week I've been up all night after an awful dream.
The most annoying thing, was that it wasn't even the dreams about the dogs.

They were completely different. Full of shit like demons and Beezlebub.

I decided staying up until morning was my best option, so I did, and now I'm exhausted.

My hair was left down as I got dressed. There wasn't any school, but I was meeting Travis to bring him back to the apartments.

We wanted to see eachother over the weekend, but his dad wouldn't allow him in the woods. Or allow people to the house.

"I'll tell him I'm going for a run." He had told me.

I worried for him, but he convinced me it would be fine.

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like a date. We planned movies and snacks, and my dad was nowhere to be seen.

Travis and I had been talking for months... was this a date?

He's never kissed me.

What am I saying? We've never even so much as hugged.

I watched Gizmo as he hopped up on my vanity and delicately walked across it with a mewl.

"Giz. Is this a date?" I rubbed his orange head.

"Prrrrrrr.."

Hm. Inconclusive.

Never the more, I decided to wear something flattering. A black sweater and red jeans.