09-11-2014, 04:32 AM
(( lol alright. 7 days it is. ))
Within a week of passing, the young male began to notice incredible changes within his body. His belly had grown quite considerably to the point his shirts were doing little to hide the bump. He often wore hoodies on the occasion he got out the room, "if" being the key word in the sentence. After learning what really happened, Trevor had a hard time coming to terms with it, becoming a bit depressed. Even trying to talk to his best friend seemed a bit hard, who was in the same situation he was in if not worse or better; that was not fully determined in his mind.
Within the week, they were both back at the cabins for a winter wonderland paradise turned tragic. Leo's uncle attempted to kill Brayden on several occasions, only to fail. The adults had revealed their real intentions, leaving the young with mixed reviews and as much as Trevor simply hated the thought, they referred to him as the main reason why they hunted the "beasts" down; they were too risky.
He simply yawned a bit after stepping out the shower. He made his way out the room on the second floor, making sure to place the hoodie on fully over his arm cast. They offered to give him a room on the first floor, but he simply refused, perhaps a bit ashamed at what happened. He was just limited to one leg and an arm alongside a few stitches on his face and neck but so far he was managing on his own. Leo's Aunt and mother would come every once in a while to check on his injuries, but overall, he was recovering just fine. It would put his conscience to better ease though if his parents had ever responded to his calls.
When he reached the kitchen, smelling the food being prepared, he simply tossed his hood over his baggy eyes, not wanting anyone to see him fully a bit. The depression had left another side effect to him; he had gone mute. His free unharmed hand merely scratched at the table a bit before Aunt Hilda set some coffee down in front of him. He smiled partially a bit, thanking her in some form before preparing it himself.
Within a week of passing, the young male began to notice incredible changes within his body. His belly had grown quite considerably to the point his shirts were doing little to hide the bump. He often wore hoodies on the occasion he got out the room, "if" being the key word in the sentence. After learning what really happened, Trevor had a hard time coming to terms with it, becoming a bit depressed. Even trying to talk to his best friend seemed a bit hard, who was in the same situation he was in if not worse or better; that was not fully determined in his mind.
Within the week, they were both back at the cabins for a winter wonderland paradise turned tragic. Leo's uncle attempted to kill Brayden on several occasions, only to fail. The adults had revealed their real intentions, leaving the young with mixed reviews and as much as Trevor simply hated the thought, they referred to him as the main reason why they hunted the "beasts" down; they were too risky.
He simply yawned a bit after stepping out the shower. He made his way out the room on the second floor, making sure to place the hoodie on fully over his arm cast. They offered to give him a room on the first floor, but he simply refused, perhaps a bit ashamed at what happened. He was just limited to one leg and an arm alongside a few stitches on his face and neck but so far he was managing on his own. Leo's Aunt and mother would come every once in a while to check on his injuries, but overall, he was recovering just fine. It would put his conscience to better ease though if his parents had ever responded to his calls.
When he reached the kitchen, smelling the food being prepared, he simply tossed his hood over his baggy eyes, not wanting anyone to see him fully a bit. The depression had left another side effect to him; he had gone mute. His free unharmed hand merely scratched at the table a bit before Aunt Hilda set some coffee down in front of him. He smiled partially a bit, thanking her in some form before preparing it himself.