Real quick! I'm really bad with updates but I've written a crap ton of drafts so maybe I'll finish this book! Enjoy<3
TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE & RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, F-SLUR.
(all slurs in this book can be reclaimed by the author thank you)
Travis
My body aches. Bruises litered all over, yet he still doesn't stop. I call out "Father please!" In a desperate attempt. "Shut up faggot!". I choked on blood as it leaked down my brown skin, my blonde hair being stained with the agressive red. I deserve this, i sinned my father is right my father is always right. Finally my father stopped beating me, obviously i had convinced that the note was for a girl. He also looked to tired to continue. He walked off muttering curse words.
This was all because of that stupid note!
The note.
I know we don't really know eachother and you probably have your opinions of me , i thought maybe if i told you how i feel things could be different. The truth is...
I can't stop thinking about you, I'm crazy about you, i think you're amazing. But i know these feelings that i have are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole just writing these words. My father would kill me if he found out but i...
i love you! The name was cut off.
I cried. This was all that stupid faggots fault. Making me like him with his soft blue hair, stupid expressionless mask and the dumb attractive face that layed underneath. His small frame and small hands that i wish i could hold. Stupid Sallyface made me like this. He made me a faggot, he made me a sinner.
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Bathroom Stalls A salvis fanfiction
Fanfiction!! CREDS TO THE ARTIST FOR BOOK COVER !! Father phelps had found out Travis's dirty secret, that note he had written on those very toilet tiles. Sal fisher had some hell to pay, well maybe not hell... anyone on my account that expects my other books...
