Hopeless Romantics

Chapter 3 - Ghosts

POV: Travis

The principal took Larry and I down to the office. I was fucked. I knew he was going to call my parents, so hopefully he'd call my mom instead of father. Father would definitely kill me. Larry and I sat down in the chairs in front of the principals desk. "Alright you two what happened?" He sat down in his chair. Larry and I both started tried talking at the same time, we both wanted to get our side of the story out before the other. "Don't yell over each other! Okay Larry, you go first." "Fine, I walked in the bathroom earlier and Travis was standing in front of Sal's mask which was broken on the floor and I could hear Sal in the stall, I knew Travis broke it so I got mad."

"Okay, Travis tell me your side of the story." I didn't want to get in trouble. I knew what father was gonna do to me. I panicked and lied straight through my teeth. "Well.. I walked in the bathroom and I saw Sally's mask on the sink, I heard him in the stall so I was going to bring the mask to him. Then I dropped it on accident and it broke.That's when Larry walked in." "That is such bullshit!!" Larry stood up from his seat. "Larry! Language." Larry sat back down. "Sorry sir but you can't believe him. He's a liar and a bully!" "I'm telling the truth!" Me and Larry started arguing back and forth for a minute, "Okay that's enough!! I'm calling your parents." We had to sit in the main office for our parents to come pick us up. I prayed that the principal called my mom instead of my dad.

About half hour goes by, Larry had an ice pack on his right eye, it was super swollen and bruised.. my bad. I also had an ice pack held to my jaw, that kid punched me hard. Soon Larry's mom came in, she looked upset. "Larry what hell? It's only the first day of school and you already got into a fight?" "Sorry mom, it's not my fault." "Whatever. You can explain when we get home." They both left, I looked at the floor when I heard the door open. Please be mom, please be mom, please be mom. "Travis." I looked up. My dad stood in front of me, arms crossed. He looked angry.

[ time skip to when they get home because I'm lazy ]

[TW: ABUSE]

Father slammed the door making me jump. Mom wasn't home, she was grocery shopping. I started walking towards the kitchen when father pushed me down on the floor. I fell face first onto the tiles, making my nose bleed.. again. "The fuck is wrong with you kid? Huh?!" I rolled over so I was on my back and looked up. Father was standing over me with an angry face, he didn't say anything. He kicked me in the ribs again, practically knocking the wind right outta me. I turned over on my side and held my stomach. His kicks always hurt like hell. He started screaming at me and kicking me over and over again.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt lifting my head up. "Look at me." I didn't. I was too scared. "HEY!" I finally looked at him, my vision was blurry from crying. "If I get a call from the school one for fucking time, I'll kill you." He practically whispered the last part to me, "Yes sir." He threw me back on the floor and went upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind him. I lied on the floor for a while longer. I was in too much pain to move, I hate that man. Don't know why mom doesn't fucking leave him already.

[TW: ABUSE- OVER]

[ time skip to around 4 pm the next day bc I can ]

Mom and I sat on the couch watching Gossip Girl, it's a girly show but it's actually really interesting. We always watched it any chance we got when father wasn't around. "Hey Travis, my friend Lisa invited us over for dinner, wanna come?" "Yeah sure." "Okay hun, go get ready." I got off the couch and went upstairs to my room to change, I've been wearing pj's all day, since I can't go to school I got nothing to get dressed up for. I put on a white t-shirt and Jean shorts and went back down to my mom.