Dead Silence {Salvis}

8. Morning regrets

-Travis' pov-

My fingers traced where Larry had marked. I didn't want to be reminded of yesterday, but it was hard when there was evidence right there. I had to find a way to hide it, father would kill me if he saw it. That's when I remembered something, I had some of my mothers things from when she died. I looked under my sink for some old makeup she used to keep in her room. I thought it might come and handy so I kept it. I assume she felt the same. She didn't wear makeup, she probably used it because of fathers beatings.

The mark was hidden pretty well. I could use this on my bruises, but father might get mad. He wouldn't get mad at mother though, he encouraged it.

My lighter is in Larry's car. Both of them are. I don't mind if he keeps the green one but I need the other one. It was my mother's. I'm scared to talk to him now though. It would be too awkward. I came out of my bathroom and sat on my bed. It was the weekend and I had nothing to do. Father still hasn't come home yet but he could any second so I couldn't just leave.

I decided to head downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. Most likely from my dad. It read
'Hello Travis. I'm on a business trip. Try not to sin too much while I'm gone. I'm not leaving you any money. You can take care of yourself. I'll be back on Tuesday.'

I crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash. Atleast the mark will be gone by then. And I won't have to keep my guard up. I'll be fine on food though. I think still have some leftover snacks from when I got the cigarettes.

-Larry's pov-

I couldn't really sleep last night. I was too caught up with what had happened. I called Sal over, I felt pretty bad about it but I couldn't sleep and I hated being alone. I wouldn't tell him what was wrong though. He did keep asking but stopped once he realized he wouldn't get anything out of me. I'll tell him one day what happened between me and Travis, but not now. Maybe once we graduate. I'd be over it by then.

I don't know why I'm so worked up though. We were both high. It meant nothing.
I hurried my head into my hands.
"If it meant something I would've regretted it." I groaned not realizing I said it out loud. "What?" I propped my head up, my heart had jumped out of my chest. I looked over to my right and saw Sal sitting in a beanbag. I forgot he was still here. "What happened yesterday Larry?" Sal had concern in his voice. "Nothing happened Sal" "Bullshit." Sal sounded stern. I hesitated before responding. "I'm not ready to tell you yet." Sal seemed to understand but was still a bit frustrated. "Fine, tell me when your ready." Sal said as he got up. "I'm going home." I watched him walk out the door. Before letting out a long sigh. "Fuuck"