Travis's pov
(its friday. and its about 11:28 pm)
I walk to Sal, and I hug him.
"Your night terrors are getting worse. I could hear you crying and talking in your sleep.", I say petting his head.
"Yeah..Can I tell you about why my face... is so fucked up..", he asks, tears forming in his eyes. I look at his beautiful, scarred face.
"Of course.", I say, sitting on the floor of his room.
"Everyone says it was a dog, but I know it wasn't. I was someone with a dog mask. (gives description of mask) And I believe that the person shot something.", Sal says, looking into my eyes.
My eyes widen at the description of the mask. Father has that EXACT mask under his bed.
I explain that my dad has that mask.
His eyes widen, but My dad walks in, and punches me in the face.
"You faggot! Your mother...where is she?!", He yells. Sal's dad runs in, and says, "Leave. Now. I will not tolerate homophobia in my..uhm..place!", "No, I'm not going to leave. That's my son. I wi--", "NOW.", sal's dad yells.
My dad leaves immediately.
Sal hugs me, and I hug him back.
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next day <3
Travis's pov
5:57 pm
I walk into sals room and collapse on his bed, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Ughhh....My head hurts so baddddd...", I say to myself.
I wind up falling asleep, and awaken to Sal walking in.
"Hey, church boy.", He greets.
"Hey, baby bluee.", I say getting up, and messing up his hair.
"What do you wanna eat, Trav?", he asks fixing his hair.
"Whatever you want, blueberry.", I say, fixing my messy hair.
"Okayyy...how about....dino nuggies?", He asks, looking up at me.
"Yes, Salio.", I say, patting him on the head.
"Ok, but even if you said no, they are already in the oven.", He says, taking his hair down, and taking off his prosthetic.
"You're so beautiful, my little blueberry.", I say ruffling his hair.
He looks up at me and smiles. My heart melts.
He kisses me, and we head to the kitchen and I pull out the nuggets, because they were finished.
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i'll add more later <3
