I'm in love with a murderer (sal x Travis)

chapter:2 page:7

Still Travis's pov

Once we both wake back up I make sure sal has everything and dont leave his side. "Are you felling better?" He nods his head yes. "Can I check your leg I haven't in a while?" He once again nods his head I move the sheets to check his thigh but he had on pants. Seeing how they were very loose I was able to roll them up past his stitches and check them without him having to take off his pants. Some stitches had tore the skin but it was mostly almost healed. I grab some moster rozer cream from the bathroom and put some on his lage care full not to actually get the stitches just around it. "It doesn't hurt?" I ask him looking up at him. He just shakes his head no. I pull his pant leg down and cover him back up. "Sal are you sure your okay?" "Peachy." He says. I sake my head knowing I'm not gonna get anything out of him. He lays back down. "8m gonna go make some food." "And kill us both I think not." He says. Siting up and uncovered himself. "You know you are bipolar." "Nice." He says. A n.v d insert again I just shake my head following him out to the kitchen. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it. The phone doesn't stop. But I dont pick it up. "You know that could be important." "Nice." I mimicked his previous answer. An hour or two goes by and the phone continues to buzz not once stopping. I gi e in and grab my phone. Seeing that it was messages from my mom.
Travis
Travis
Travis you need to leave where you are now.
Your father found out.
You aren't safe you need to leave.
Travis
<19x missed calls>
Please travis leave wh er re you are.
To late.
As I read the last message there was a loud bang on the front door. I stand up quickly. Shushing sal. He looks me in the eyes and I grab his hand. Leading him to the rooms. "What's going on? He questioned." "No time get you shit on now." I say throwing things into a near by backpack. The banging grows harder. And soon stopped followed by the sound of the door breaking down. I run to the room door shuting it before who ever it was could see where we were. I hurry over to the window jumping down making sure that nobody was around. "Jump and trust me." Without hesitation he dose so. I catch him right as the bedroom door is slammed open we were abled to get into the trees before they could see us.