I Wish You'd Just Shut Up Already (completed)

Queer

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As the days turned into week, and the weeks into months, Travis spent most of his time with Sal, and sometimes Larry.

He never really hung out with anyone else in the friend group, except for Todd, who was suspicious of Travis at first, but ended up liking him in the end.

But because Travis was always at Sal's, Kenneth was alone, unless Melissa was there. And Kenneth became suspicious of why Travis was always out.

"Where have you been?", Kenneth said, when Travis opened the door, coming home from Sal's place.

".... At a friends, why?"

"You've been spending alot of time with this, *friend* of yours, haven't you...", Kenneth groaned.

"Yeah?- I have"

"And why is that"

"I don't know? Cause we like to hang out with eachother?", Travis's heart was racing.

"Mhm, You never even tell me when you're leaving..."

"Do I have to?"

"You're not hanging around with that, Sal Fisher, are you?"

"So what if I was?"

"Are you?"

".... Maybe"

"And why's that?"

"Cause we're friends?..."

"Don't test me, little boy! What the fuck is going on between you too?! Have you been going over to his house to fuck him?! Is that what's happening? You screwing that fucking asshole?!", Kenneth was getting aggressive.

"... Wh- what... No", Travis said, his voice quivering.

"Don't lie to me!", He growled.

"... I-I-I-"

"Speak up! Are you and this kid sneaking behind my back..."

".... Yeah- w-we....",

"I've heard enough you fucking, fag! Whatever you and this kid are doing better stop! And I don't want you talking to him. I'll fucking kill him if you do. Go to your fucking room, before I kill her first."

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11:37pm

Travis sat on his bedroom floor crying, So desperately wanting to call Sal, get out of his house. But if he knew his dad, he wasn't afraid to come through with a threat.

If Travis didn't have his mom, didn't have Sal, he didn't have anyone... He would just be left alone, in this abusive household that he hated and never felt safe at.

Before he was even thinking, he sat on the bathroom floor, the unlabeled bottle of pills in his hand. He wasn't sure what killed his mom, the pills, the alcohol, both? But he didn't dare take his dad's, if his plan didn't work, he would never hear the end of it.

So he was stuck with a cup of tap water. He poured thirteen pills into his hand, taking two at a time. Due to his empty stomach, he started to feel pain almost immediately, but once he finished taking them, he tottled off to his room, lightheaded.

He felt sick after only half an hour, But was too tired to get up to do something about it, I mean, he was trying to kill himself, why would he take pain relief? He knew he deserved this pain that was coming to him.

And as the clock that sat on his nightstand started blinking, 12:00, in red lights, Travis lay on his bed, closing his eyes, and all he saw after that, was darkness.