The last thing I wanted to be was alone.
Travis insisted that he stay over and sleep beside me. When I asked him why, just shrugged and laid himself down on my bed. I turned to face him, but he only turned onto his side and away from me. This was not new to me - him trying to hide things from me - but this time it just rubbed me the wrong way.
It had been hours since the lights went out all over the town. I didn't want to sleep, and no matter how hard he tried, Travis just couldn't. Finally, I gave up watching him pretend he was sleeping.
"Travis?" I whispered.
There was a long pause before he decided he should just give up pretending and actually talk to me.
"I don't want to sleep."
"That's a luxury I'd give anything to have."
"I'm serious. I want to go out and go somewhere."
He turned to face me. "Go ahead. Wake me when you get back, will you?"
I glared at him, then I got up from the bed. I grabbed the hoodie that he dropped on the floor and tossed it at him. "Come on, sunshine. We're going."
He rolled his eyes. I looked around the room for my jacket and, as I found it and put it on, I could hear Travis scowling. When he walked towards me, I could see him frowning at me. I could only smile in triumph. Then, as if it was all an act, he smiled right back at me.
"I know a place we could go," he said, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me out the door.
Sneaking out wasn't a problem because Dad never really hears anything when he falls asleep. I once tried waking him by walking into his room and shouting as loud as I can, but he didn't even stir. I was eleven then, and I found the fact that even my screams couldn't wake him very disconcerting. Now, I realized it was his only escape from me and my sickness. There was a time when he was happy - maybe before my Mom died in her sleep when I was seven - but he tries his best to pretend he's happy when he's with me. I guess I have a knack for making people do that.
It wasn't long before Travis let go of my hand and stopped walking. We were in front of a very high wall covered with vines.
"This is the place?" I asked him.
He didn't answer me. He just walked towards the wall and started tearing off some vines. Soon enough, he found a wooden gate. Before I could protest or tell him the consequences of trespassing, he had already pushed the gate open.