You are the oldest kid in the Phelps family. Your father, Kenneth Phelps, was pretty much an ass to you and your brother. With your mother out of the picture, Travis really didn't have anyone to take care of him in the way he should've been taken care of... But even with that reality, you ran away and left him when you were around 17 years old. You only come back when he's alone without your dad at the house, usually just stopping by to check in on him and just to let him know you care.

It was time for one of your visits. You'd been gone for about a month or two, you hadn't really been keeping track, and you recently found out Kenneth would be away for a while on a missionary trip to a town that was close to Nockfell. That would give you a lot of time with Travis.

With that being said, you'd been staying at the old house for about three days, now, and actually made an effort to spend time with Travis; walking him to school, picking him up, playing videogames, listening to music he'd never be allowed to if Kenneth was around. Older sister stuff.

Today, you picked him up from school, as per usual. But... This time, when you arrived, Travis got into a fight. You saw him hit a kid. You knew that Travis wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but you never expected him to go as far as to hit someone else.

Right now the two of you were silently walking back to the house the long way, which was pretty much just through the back woods where you usually parked your truck when visiting.

"..."

Travis was staying silent, looking at the ground most of the time while walking. He knew you were disappointed... And he hated the fact he cared what you thought about him. He usually just hated you, in general. Mostly out of spite for leaving.