Trees

Bruises.

Sal's pov

"You actually talked to him?" I said kicking the rocks as I walked. "Yeah, he told me to fuck off and he walked away fast" Marley said fiddling with his hands. I noticed they were painted white and a light purple. "I'm surprised he didn't shove you into a wall and punched you" Larry said chuckling. "Be careful around him, he can be really....mean" I mumbled, trying to word it right. I glanced at him and noticed his ears turning pink again. Why is he always blushing? He nodded and we kept walking, him soon going down a different street.

Larry looked at him leave, looking confused. "His face was red the whole way here" He said sounding a bit concerned. "Easily flustered?" I said, looking up and seeing the apartments. "Probably dude" He mumbled. "Anyways, wanna come over? My mom is gonna go out tonight with a friend" He said opening the door for me. I nodded and we walked in the elevator.

Travis pov

"Where the hell is he!? He should've been fucking home a few minutes ago!" My father shouted. I was by the front door, hesitating to open it.

Open it.

Don't open it.

Open it.

Don't open it.

My mind fought back and fourth, but before I knew it, the door swung open. My father's eyes burning through me.

"Get.In.The.Fucking.House."

Shit.

No one's pov
Here we go fellas.

Travis was kicked in the stomach, his father's steel tipped shoes digging into his stomach. Blood splattered out of Travis's mouth, coughing and crying as he held his stomach. "I thought I Fucking told you to be home ON TIME" He kicked his stomach again, Travis's hands in the way. His bandages coming undone, and one of his fingers breaking. Travis yelled in pain as his father gripped his hair and lifted him up.

"Next time. Show up on time." His father growled. He punched his faced before letting go of the fist full of hair and dropping him. Travis fell to the ground, his father leaving out the front door. Travis laid there. Staring at the ceiling. He tried to block out his emotions and the obvious pain. But it all turned into sobs. Sobs he tried to keep in as his father beat him.

It was girlish to cry.

It was girlish to have emotions.

It was a sin, his father told him.

Only girls could feel, not men.

Travis cried on the floor, trying to get up. He weakly stood, looking at the blood on the floor. He tried to stop crying, holding his breath and letting it go as soon as he couldn't hold it anymore. He started walking to the kitchen, finding something to clean the blood, knowing his father would beat him again if his precious floors were ruined. He looked at the clock and his eyes widened. "I'll just call in" Travis mumbled. But then they're layed back. I can ask for 30 minutes to clean myself off. I need the money.

I dug in my pocket for my phone and started dialing some numbers.

Sal's pov

"No Larry" I said, continuing to brush out my hair. "Come on dude, no one is gonna see if besides me" Larry begged, his hands messing with my hair ties. I rolled my eyes and threw the brush at him. He looked at me weird and grabbed the brush. His brain clicked and he ran after me. "Thank you Mr Fisher" he said chuckling as he brushed my hair out. "You're welcome Mr Johnson"

He put the brush down and gently started to put my hair into a style he wanted, his hands shaking a bit. He left a few strands by my face and tied my hair what felt like a pony tail. He got Infront of me and brushed out the strands in my face. He fixed my hair up and he smiled. "I like it" he said softly. "Now I have to go check the damage" I said getting up and heading to the bathroom.

"It's not that bad asshole" he said following me. I entered the bathroom, a smell of lavender filling my nose. I flicked the light on and looked in the mirror. My hair was in a high pony tail, and a few short strands of hair were hanging by my face. This would look good with bangs. "You're right, it does look nice" I said tightening my ponytail. "Told you" he said rolling his eyes. "Yeah yeah" I said getting out.

We both walked back into his room, his smell coming back to my nose with a light scent of weed. I sat down on his beanbag, fixing my sleeves. "Wanna play Mario Kart?" He said grabbing his controller and throwing it at me. "So I can beat your ass? Hell yeah" I said smirking under my prosthetic. He chuckled and turned on the tv. "You won't win this time you little shit."

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"STOP FUCKING WINNING YOU ASSHOLE" Larry said throwing his controller at the bed. I felt my throat become raw from laughing too hard. This was the 10th time I beat him, no matter what map he chose, even when he switched controllers with me, he still lost. "I don't understand Sal" he said laying back on his bed. "How are you so god damn good?" He rubbed his eyes. "Maybe don't suck, and then you can win" I said exiting out of the maps and to the main menu.

"Fuck off" he whined. "If I buy you some pizza, will you feel better" I said taking out my phone. He instantly sprung up and smiled, his gap between his two front teeth showing very well.

"Yes please"

"Alright, give me a sec" I said dialing the number.

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DIIING DOOONG

"You go get it" Larry said, sprawled out on his bed. I chuckled and got up, stretching my body, hearing and feeling my back pop. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and started walking to the front door. The door rung again, I sped walk to the door and swung it open.

"Hello ssssshit." I heard the guy say, I looked up at him and my stomach dropped.

It was Travis, he had a bruise on his eye and one near his nose. "7.23 please." he mumbled, his face turning a bit red as his eyes met my hair. I nodded and took out my wallet, grabbing 10 dollars. I handed it to him, noticing his bandage was off and his wound was bright red. He swiftly took it and shoved it in his pocket, he was about to get some change but I waved my hand. "Keep the change" I said taking the pizza out of his hands. He nodded and took one more glance at my hair before walking away.

I closed the door and leaned on it.

What the hell?

SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE AS MUCHH