Tratie One Shots

~i'm here for you~ part i

(A/N it's going to switch POV's a lot so bear with me :), also it mentions physical abuse, and verbal abuse so if that's a trigger for you, I suggest you skip this story)

Katie POV

This summer was going to be my summer. Pretty much everything was going my way. I had an awesome boyfriend, Mason, all my friends were at camp, and I had yet to be pranked. It was going great. 

That was until March 25. 

Mason and I were perfect for each other. We hung out a lot, and we had a lot in common. But, Mason has a temper. I didn't know it was that bad until I was late for our date on that lovely Friday afternoon. 

Mason had made a picnic in a secluded part of the woods. It was a beautiful evening, but I got caught up when my little sister scraped her knee and needed to be brought to the infirmary. 

~~~~~~flashback~~~~~

"Hey Mason! I'm so sorry I'm late! Cora hurt her knee so I took her to the infirmary, and . . . are you okay, Mason?" I asked, a little worried when he hadn't moved from his place, standing, his back to me, fists clenched. 

"No, Katie, I'm not okay. 20 minutes late, and you give me some lame excuse about your sister." He tells me, getting angrier with each word. 

"It's not an excuse, I really did have to help her! And I truly am sorry that I'm late!" I say, a little scared at his position. That's when he turns around and barrels toward me grabbing my upper arm and yanking me back. I yelp in surprise, and he squeezes my arm so hard, I think it might fall off.

"Mason! Mason stop! You're hurting me!" I squeak.

"That's the point, princess." He spits. My eyes well with tears, and I will them to go away. 

"Please, Mason. You're scaring me." I say, my voice barley above a whisper. Mason lets go, only to punch my arm, causing me to fall to my knees. Then, he simply walks away. 

~~~~~end of flashback~~~~~~

Of course, Mason apologizes profusely, and I forgive him. I mean, he said it wouldn't happen  again. 

April 15. It happens again. 

We were making out, like all couples do. It heats up (I won't go into details), and I break it off, and tell him that I'm not ready to have sex. 

Mason gets mad, and kicks me in the stomach, leaving a mark for weeks. 

I swear, I didn't want to forgive him, but he told me if I told anybody, something worse would happen. So I stayed with him, and I didn't tell. 

Mason treats me as his personal punching back for weeks after that. And that brings me to my current dilemma. 

May 18. Mason and I have a date. I'm wearing a long sleeve button up shirt with little flowers on it, and some black leggings. I hate having to wear long sleeve shirts and pants, but if I don't someone will notice the bruises/cuts. 

We talk for a bit, but honestly, I'm uncomfortable around him, so I'm not saying much. He's gotten more violent recently, like all he wants is to make out and then hits me if he doesn't get sex. 

So, when I barley answer his questions, he starts to kiss me. I kiss back, scared of what will happen if I don't. His hand snakes up to grab my breast. 

"Mason, don't." I say sternly. 

He ignores me, and tries to unbutton my shirt. "Stop it, Mason!" I say, removing his hand from my chest. 

"You bitch!" he screams, striking my face. 

He's never hit my face before. 

"You should be thankful to date a guy like me!" he says, as I cup my cheek, tears threatening to pour. 

Mason only strikes my arm and leaves me all alone, crying. 

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Travis POV

Something is up with Katie. She's not been herself. She doesn't yell at me and Connor (my brother) for our pranks, she just cleans them up, without a word. She never does that. I try to ask Miranda what going on, but even she has no clue. And they're best friends!

I notice she only wears pants and long sleeve shirts, and normally she wears shorts and t-shirts. I would over look it, but the weather it starting to heat up, and now I know what something is off. 

If I had any sliver of doubt, my suspicions were confirmed when Katie walked into breakfast with a big red welt on her cheek. 

"Oh my gods, Katie! What happened?" Miranda asks, cupping her cheek and gently touching the bruise. Katie winces, "Nothing, I just hurt myself during hand-to-hand combat yesterday." she tells the big crowd around her. 

But, she avoided eye contact with everyone, and being a child of Hermes, I know when someone is lying. And Katie Gardner if lying about the wound on her face. And I am going to get to the bottom of this. 

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Katie POV

I wake up and immediately go to see if there is a prank today. The past few pranks, I just stopped yelling at them, and cleaned it up myself. I'm so emotionally exhausted that I just can't with the Stolls. I go outside and turn to see my cabin drenched in bright pick paint. "UGH!" I exclaim, throwing my hands in the hair. 

"Oh Katie-Kat, don't look so upset." Travis says, walking up to me. "No Connor today, Stoll?" I ask. "Nah, this ones all me." he says. "Very creative." I say rolling my eyes. I cross my arms and look at him. "Well? Are you going to help me clean it up?" I ask, annoyed. 

Travis's eyes go to my chest, and then to my arm. "Katie what is that?" He asks me.

I look down at my arm, before realizing I'm only in a tank top and shorts.

Shit.

I stare at the green and purple bruise on my arm, before attempting to cover it up with my hand. 

"Nothing. It's not a big deal." I say quickly, turning away from him.