Sapphire Sins (Sallary)

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Sal woke up to his alarm, sighing as he forgot to disable it before Monday ultimately rolled around. The blue haired boy sat up, looking around sadly as he remembered that Larry had gone home  late last night on Saturday because of an emergency. It wasn't too bad, Lisa had just fallen sick again and needed some help.

When the others had gone home Saturday, they had planned on a date night but couldn't. Why? The place they planned on going had an electrical fire and everywhere else was closed; even the pizza place got cold feet.

So they heated up day old pizza, wore pajamas, and cuddled while binging horror movies. Which, to Sal, was the percent date. But to Larry; he wanted something special for Sal. To him this date was the best, yet he thought Sal wanted something fancy. That couldn't be farther from the truth.

Though, they still went somewhere that night. To the store, and grabbed another set of walkie-talkies so they could communicate without blinding themselves with their phones at night. Sal smiled as he hard his walkie crackle to life, and Larry's voice say something from the other end.

"Sally face!"

"Larry face!" Sal replied with a giggle. "How's Lisa doing?"

"She's doing pretty good. She just wanted some cough medicine and said she wanted to see me. She wanted me home just to know that things would be alright while she was gone, especially with all the break ins recently. Speaking of which, how are you?" Larry stated from the other end.

"I'm doing fine. Dad said that he had to push his deadline back and he's coming home Wednesday. I can't believe school got canceled today because some prick decided to vandalize the gym and classrooms." Sal mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. It's whatever though. So, mom is doing fine. Mind if I come up?" Larry questioned.

"I thought you'd never ask." Sal smiled. The boy placed his walkie down onto his nightstand before getting up dressed. He wondered why Larry was up so early. It was usual for Sal to be up early because of insomnia and nightmares, but for Larry... Sal shook the thoughts out of his head when he heard the front door rattling.

"That's weird, if Larry loses or forgets his key he tells me or just knocks..." Sal thought to himself. Anxiety gathered at his stomach- he wasn't sure why he felt anxious, he just did. That's how his anxiety was, and it was the same for many others; no apparent reason to have it, yet it's there.

The bluenette made his way out of the room and towards the front door, cursing himself as he couldn't quiet reach the peephole. Against his better judgment, he opened the door to find two well kept, neatly dressed fellows.

"Hello! We're here today to spread the word of god.." one said, the tone in their voice sinister as they spoke the last word. Sal thought he recognized the men.

"Oh uh, sorry. I'm not interested." Sal said, attempting to shut the door. He was stopped when one held it open.

"Have you accepted him? Do you love him? Do you think there is a higher being?" They both said in unison.

"Hey, assholes, listen! I don't know what your game is, but I said leave, so unless you take your dick-fuckery somewhere else, I'm calling the police." That was s lie. Sal knew damn well that the police wouldn't care. But he threatened them nonetheless.

"Wait! We have one more question!" One of them shouted. Sal stopped for a moment, glaring from behind his mask. "Would you like to meet him?"

"What the hell?" Sal mumbled. One of the men pulled out a gun the other a switch blade. Sal stepped back slowly, raising his hands in defeat. "I-I don't have anything. We have a few hundreds, but that's it." Sal stated.

"Money? That's it? No jewelry? Where the fuck is yer' mother then?" One growled.

"Dead, you asshat." Sal replied. They stopped for a moment then shook their heads, walking inside the apartment. "Money is in my dad's room, top drawer to the right. It should be easy to tell between our rooms." Sal said, trying to keep calm.

"I swear if you're lying to us.." one mumbled while the other grabbed sal and held the knife to his throat. "There'll be consequences." Sal's breathing hitched, and he bit his lip.

"No jokes... no tricks." He said. The man with the gun walked into Henry's room and rummaged around a bit before walking back out with a roll of money in his hand.

"The bitch wasn't lying. Let's go, Troy... unless you wanna have a bit of fun first." He smirked.

"F-Fuck you..." sal mumbled, earning a hard punch to the stomach from the guy with the gun.

"Ronnie, dude, we have to go. Winston is waiting for us."

"Ronnie?" Sal said. Ronnie stopped for a moment then shook his head.

"You can't guilt me, kid. You may be the friend of that little prick down in the basement, but that doesn't me we care for you." Ronnie growled out.

"You don't care for him anyways, you hurt him!" Sal shouted. The knife was pressed against the boy's neck, stopping him from making further actions.

"That's just business, kid. I like your spirit... your... hm, how do I explain this... your style. I'll let you go just this once, but if our paths cross again it'll be hell." Troy took the knife off of Sal's neck and pushed him forward onto the floor.

"What if he follows us?" Troy asked, glaring at Ronnie.

"Hm... didn't think about that." Ronnie said, firing one shot into Sal's leg. "Now he cant. Let's go." Ronnie growled, grabbing Troy by the back of the neck and walking out. Sal laid on the floor for a while, too scared to move or get up. The whole ordeal only lasted around fifteen minutes, but Larry should've been there already.

Slowly Sal lifted himself off the floor, screaming out as searing pain shot through his leg. He hobbled himself to his bedroom, where he looked through his texts to see three missed ones explains that Larry would be late. Typical.

Sal grabbed his walkie and lowered himself onto the floor, breathing out before slowly speaking into it.