(A/N) WARNING, this chapter contains use of explicit language and self harming…

Chapter four

Travis' pov

I got home in 15 min which was good considering it was usually a 40 min walk. I quietly opened the front door, hoping that my mom was sleeping or something. Unfortunately she was not.

"Where the fuck have you been Travis Logan Stoll!?" I could tell she was drunk, and not just the 'I had one too many beers drunk', the 'I just drank an entire bottle of whiskey' drunk.

"I… Uh… fell asleep…" I said slowly backing up closer to the door, in case she got violent.

"Well you were supposed to be home three fucking hours ago, you worthless, good for nothing, piece of shit!" she said. She was smiling now, holding the empty bottle by the thin part, like a club.

"It won't happen again." I was at the door now, ready to bolt in case she tried to swing at me. She was probably too drunk to accurately aim, but better safe than sorry.

"It better not, you bastard, because if it does so help me I will fucking ruin, or maybe even end, your worthless life…" she was up agents me now holding the bottle to my throat. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and cigarette; it hurt my eyes, but I didn't dare look away.

"I promise…" I said. I just hope that its one I can keep. She shoved me to the ground and stumbled off banging into the wall in the process. Once she had gone to her room I crept into the kitchen. Thank god Connor got a job as a waiter at a restaurant in town, or we would all be starving to death. I got out a box of cheez-its, and a can of soda. I decided to eat in my room that night, I didn't want to be alone, but what other choice did I have. I began to cry, I didn't even care at that point if it was girly or whatever. I pulled out my pocket knife and added to the collection of lines going up my arm. I let them bleed for a while before I decided to go take a shower; there were still leaves in my hair from my "nature nap".

They stung, the cuts, as the hot water hit them sending the pain up through my arm; though the water felt nice on my back. By now they had stopped bleeding. I made sure no soap got in them.

Once I was done I put on my boxers and crashed. As I slept I dreamed about Katie-Kat. Her light brown hair reminded me of milky caramel. Her green eyes were the leaves on the trees. The freckles that were scattered her face were of just the right amount. Her clumsiness was somehow endearing, along with her social awkwardness. For once I was able to sleep in peace.

(A/N) … So that's a thing I'll try to update soon… I love you guys! Review or whatever…