Enemies <3 [DISCONTINUED I DIDNT LIKE HOW IT WAS GOING]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 + 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

(735 words)

"Well we have to get our own dinner."
Travis
"Yeah what should we get?"
Larry
"I don't really care."
Travis
"Taco bell?"
Larry
"Like I said I. Don't. Care."
Travis
"Jeez no need to give me sass just wondering."
Travis rolled his eyes and walked out the room. Larry followed him.
"Stop following me!"
"Well I still have to ask you stuff."
"No I don't want to eat I'm not hungry."
"You sure?"
"Yes I am just go order for yourself and leave me alone."
"Alright I could care less."

A few minutes later Larry got back with the food. [TW]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(This contains abuse talk and cussing if this triggers you please stop reading here.)

"I'm back."
Larry
"Okay don't come in here I'm getting changed."
Travis
"We'll do you have pants on?"
Larry
"Well yeah but I don't have a shirt on."
"Alright I don't care I'm coming in."
"Wait-"
Travis was cut off by Larry opening the door.
"Holy shit"
Scars and bruises covered his body some old some new.
"Ah! You weren't supposed to see this!"
Travis yelled
"Travis what the hell happened!?"
Larry didn't sound sarcastic like he usually did he sounded angry and serious travis only heard this voice when he hurt Sal. But even now it was worse.
"None of your business leave me alone!"
Travis quickly pulled his shirt back over his body.
"This is my business Travis."
"Nope! Ever heard not your body not your business!!"
"No.. And tell me what happend. Now."
"No go eat your Taco Bell"
Larry walked over and stood glaring down at Travis. Larry put his hand on Travis' chin and lifted his head up so there faces were very close to touching.
"Stop trying to change the subject and answer me."
Travis tried to run off but Larry wrapped his arm around him. Larry could tell Travis was clearly hurt and wanted to grab Travis in the least painful way possible.
"Get off me!"
Travis wiggled and tried to get out but it was no use Larry had a good grip on him.
"Tell me who did that and then I will."
"Who did this is none of your business!"
"It is... was it your father?"
"What! No why would you think that that's stupid your stupid!"
"Your getting more defensive so it was him."
"No!"
Larry inched Travis' face closer
"I'll fucking kill him"
Larry whispered staring into Travis' eyes.
"What else has he done to you."
"..."
"Show me your arms."
"What?"
"Show me your arms Travis."
"Why!"
"You always wear long sleeves there has to be something."
".."
"Cmon Travis I already know there's scars and bruises just show me them."
Travis pulled up one of his sleeves. Blood and scars was covering it. Larry looked down and gently held Travis's arm.
"What the fuck!"
"This is the better arm Larry.."
"I SWEAR-"
Travis covered Larry's mouth with his uncovered arm.
"We're in a apartment the whole place doesn't need to know what happens."
"Well I think they do!"
"And I think they don't end of discussion let's just forget this happened."
Travis pulled his arm back and covered it back up.
"No we are not forgetting this happened!"
"Look it doesn't even matter no matter how many times you tell the police or anyone they wouldn't believe you my father has to good of a reputation. Plus he'll beat the living hell out of you if you tell anyone."
"I don't care. Show me the other arm."
"No."
Larry grabbed the other arm gently kind of and pulled up the sleeve. Bone was almost snowing this arm he clearly defended himself with.
Silence flew over the room.
"Travis.."
"What."
Travis seemed to not be sad or anything almost as if he was tired of talking about this it seemed as if he didn't want help.
"Why do you not care!?"
"I do."
"You're not acting like it!"
"Well I'd rather not break down in-front of you."
Travis saw a picture hanging out of travis's bag.
"Who's that."
"My mother."
"What happened to her."
That's when Travis started to break down.
"Hey, hey it's okay what's wrong."
"Nothing!"
"Travis you need to be more open with me."
"Well you weren't supposed to find out anything!"
Travis clinged onto Larry and started crying
Larry was surprised but hugged back.

A few hours later.
They never ate dinner

The end /j