𖤐Cult-ish.𖤐

Chapter eleven. 𖤐

I didn't sleep last night. Travis was out like a light and didn't even wake up when he fell off his bed. I'm not a monster, though- I helped push his limp body back up into bed. It just ended with me staring back up at the ceiling. I'm not sure what was keeping me up, though. There was something in the back of my mind that was just calling my name.

Instead of Will being the one to wake us all up, I was the one who got up first. I went to go sit at the table, my insomnia being the only thing keeping me awake. Something stopped me on my way there. My brain froze me. My eyes traced over to the jerry can. My hand reached out to grab it. The entire time this was happening, my subconscious was screaming at me, but I couldn't understand what it was saying.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the door. I didn't answer it. Will was always the person to answer the door, and I much preferred to hide. I stood and waited. I'm not sure what I was waiting for, but I remained still like a statue. It paid off. A small slip of paper was slid into the door, and whoever came knocking vanished. I scurried over with the jerry can and picked up the paper.

There were quite a few words on it. I... didn't understand most of them, but I could understand the general premise of the note. There's been complaints filed that pertain to our house. This was something for Will, yet I didn't feel like I should show him it. I shoved the note into my pocket, glancing around to see if he was watching me. He wasn't (that I know of). I went back to my bed and hid the jerry can underneath it. There was something important about that can. The note probably had something to do with it.
"Oh! BB, you're already up!"

I slammed my head against the bottom of my bed on complete accident, letting out a scared yelp as I did so. "W-Will! Good morning!" I stuttered, still spooked out of my mind.

"Oh, I gave you a fright, didn't I? My apologies." He came over to me and looked at the back of my head in concern. "You seem to be fine, though."

"...Yeah," I sighed, feeling my head myself. I nicked it a little, but it doesn't matter, considering Will didn't find out I was up to no good.

I watched as he tried to get up Travis, even resorting to blaring loud noises through his phone. I kept looking back at my bed, half-expecting the jerry can to have sprouted legs and crawled out. It wasn't being dishonest, though. He didn't know I had any of these things, and he didn't ask. It's just me moving them around. I'd tell him if he were wondering where they were. If he asked, I'd come out and say it. That's me being honest. I'd do it.

No I wouldn't.

The entire time we were eating breakfast, my hand was in my pocket, holding onto the crumpled note. Will seemed quite pleased, and Travis was gawking about how he got a crisp new $5 bill from the tooth fairy. Neither of them knew the police had visited the house. Then again, Will's a cop, so he'd be completely fine with the police visiting the house, wouldn't he?
"Y'know, if I ripped out the rest of my teeth, I'd have at least $20," Travis noted with his mouth full of yogurt. He made a bit of a mess as he sloppily disregarded all manner of table etiquette.

Will just leaned over and wiped up the yogurt mess with a paper towel. "...At least. Please don't rip out your teeth, though. They're not gonna grow back."

"Wait, you mean I'm gonna have this hole in my mouth forever?!" Travis gasped, choking on his mouthful of yogurt as he did so. This only made a bigger yogurt mess on the table, which Will had to be the one to wipe up... again.

"If you're just now realizing this, I'm worried about your mental state," Will sighed as he got up to get more paper towels.

Travis bumped his arm into me, which startled me back into reality. "Hey, can you give me one of your teeth? You can replace yours, right? I can't replace mine."