Tratie One Shots

~i'm here for you~ part ii

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.

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I take a quick peak at him, and he's gaping at my legs. 

Oh no, no ,no, no, no, NO!

"Katie, you're covered in bruises, this is not nothing!" Travis says, his eyes full of concern. 

I look away again, refusing to talk to him. 

Travis tries to grab my chin(gently) and turn my face to him, but I flinch. 

A moment of realization sparks in his eyes, and his eyebrows furrow, in the most adorable manor. "Oh my gods, Katie did he hit you?" Travis asks.

"No!" I say, a little to quickly.

"Katie, tell me the truth. Is Mason hitting you?" he asks again. 

I don't say a word, I just stare at his sparkling blue eyes, hoping he gets it. Apparently he does, because he wraps me in a hug. I freeze, before melting into the hug. I don't bother to stop the tears. And the tears don't stop. They just keep coming and coming. Finally I get a hold of myself, and we break apart. 

"Katie, why didn't you tell anyone sooner?" he asks me softly. 

I sniffle and answer, "He told me I couldn't tell anyone, or he'll do something worse, and I guess- well I guess . . . I-I just didn't want anyone to see me as a victim." My voice breaks at the last part, and I hope he didn't notice. 

I look at Travis and he looks just about ready to kill him. His nostrils flare, and he clenches his hands in a ball, and then unclenches. 

My eyes widen in fear at the familiar actions. Not again. I scramble away from him, and he opens his eyes. 

"No, Katie, I would never hurt you! No, please, come back, I'm not gonna hurt you." he says, his eyes are so sincere, that I come back to him. 

"How long has this been happening?" Travis asks, sitting on the Demeter cabin porch steps. 

"A couple of months." I admit quietly.

"Months?! Katie Oh my gods!" Travis says running a hand through his hair. I look down, tears welling in my eyes. 

I know, Travis, I know. 

"Wait, he hasn't ever tried to, ya know, rape you?" Travis asks me, looking at me with complete concern in his eyes. 

"Well, he tries, but I never let him. In fact, that's mainly the reason he hits me. Because I won't let him touch me like that." I tell him, and relief flashes through his eyes. 

"Katie, can you show me the worst one? Because if we need to get you to the infirmary, then I need to know." Travis asks softly. 

I sigh, and debate not showing him. But it hurts a lot, and I really  hate living in constant pain. 

I take a deep breath and lift up my shirt to show my stomach, and the horrible red, purple, and green bruise.  

"Oh no, Katie . . ." Travis breathes. He reaches up and his soft fingers graze my welt. My breath hitches, and he immediately moves his hand away.