He would be gone before they woke up. He was sure of it. His parents usually were early risers, but he and his brother weren't, so they wouldn't notice he wasn't there till a lot later when he didn't come downstairs. That should give him enough time to get out of the city, may be even the county if he was lucky.
Devan Key crept quietly though the house to the garage, slipping inside for a few seconds only to come back out with a duffel bag, which he unceremoniously dumped on his bed and started filling with clothes. He made quite an motion of looking at the shirt, himself and back again several times before it either went back inside his closet or was folded into the bag neatly, like he was planning ahead in case. Which, he was.
Soon enough, other objects joined the clothes. His phone, his charger, his wallet. Two pairs of shoes followed that. He looked around the room, surveying it before his eyes landed on a picture on his desk and his eyes welled up with tears.
With a shaky hand, he picked up the sliver frame, running a thumb over Collins's smiling face. It was a picture of the two of them that they had taken with his phone. Collins was in a red plaid overshirt and black t-shirt, while Devan wore a plain blue one. It was taken a few months ago, just 3 days before his life changed for the worst. Sniffling, Devan quickly tucked in under his shirts so he didn't have to look at it before moving on.
Finding there was nothing else to take, Devan donned the bag over his shoulder and was about to go downstairs when he saw Collins's door slightly ajar. Peeking in, his saw his older brother asleep on his side, drool collecting on his pillow. Sadly chuckling, he quietly wandered in just to watch him for a few minutes, before swallowing hard. Time to go.
Snatching up a few hoodies from Collins's floor that weren't going to use, he hesitated, but lent over, kissing Collins's forehead with the lightest touch of his lips before he turned and left, the front door opening and closing being the only noise he made and the only sign of a life he'd once loved that he was leaving behind. He was going to miss it, but he had his reasons.
Sitting on the bus stop down the road from his house, he looked back up to the direction he came in and sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't go back now. Silently, he started playing with a pack of cards that had been in one of Collins's hoodies he'd picked up till the bus came, getting on with one last glance at his home before he turned his head.
"Where to kid?" The bus driver grunted, ready to type in his destination for his ticket.
"Anaheim, please."
The bus driver raised his eyebrows, but nevertheless punched the ticket in, handing the receipt over to Devan. "Have a seat kid."
"Thanks." Devan sad nothing more as he sat down, avoiding the bleary eyes of the morning crowd as the bus doors closed and the engine rumbled to life.
Looking out the window as the houses passed by, he closed his eyes and put his iPod in his ears, before murmuring something so quiet, no one took any notice.
"Goodbye."