The blue boy (Sal x Travis)

𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

"𝑌𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑜!" 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. "𝑁𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡! 𝐼- 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡!" 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑. 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑣. "𝑑𝑎𝑑?.." ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑣. 𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠. 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡.

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑. "𝐼𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑠." 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑠.

~𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧~

CW END *alcohol*

"I guess. I could always be better." I said taking my last puff before finishing the cigarette and putting it down on Larry's old ash tray. Larry didn't respond. He just took puffs of his blunt. I knew it was stupid to get mad at my dad for alcoholism..then go smoke, but it calmed me down. I never pushed myself to get high. I stopped when I needed to. Larry pulled his hair back and put it into a sloppy bun. Only strings of hairs were left in his face. "Jeez lar what are you doing now?" I said looking over at him.

CW END *smoking, weed*

He giggled and sat up. "Relax I was just gonna paint, for now" he said smiling. His smile always made mine show. I know that was cheesy but he's my best friend. I'd do- mostly- anything for that man. He grabbed all his art stuff and started painting on a small plain canvas. I turned to watch him paint. Watching him paint usually calmed me down. "Is it cool if I watch?" I said. I didn't like making him uncomfortable. "Of course man" he said focusing on his painting.

Travis POV:
I was cleaning the blood off the counters with hydrogen peroxide and a cloth. I watched the red stains turn back into white marble..as if nothing ever happened. Nothing happened. My mother came into the kitchen to check on me. "He's all bandaged up. He'll be alright there wasn't too much blood. How's the cleaning?" I felt disgusting. I was cleaning blood. Blood. Not to mention it was my fathers blood. Me and mother promised to keep this as 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. "Its alright.." I said. My voice was cracked and full of fear. I felt like a murder. Even if he wasn't dead, it was terrifying. Mother had noticed the shaking and the looks I was giving.

"Look I know it's scary...and I'm sorry, but we did what we had to. He had a knife. Travis what you did was very smart and I'm very proud of you ok? But we can't tell anyone. Its 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁. You understand?" I had saved my mother's life but lived with the guilt of almost getting rid of my fathers. "Yes ma'am." I said. I'd gone into the same state I would with father. I'd obey anything with a simple 'yes sir'..'yes ma'am'. The consequences of otherwise scared me. I had many questions for her. None ever got answered.