𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 !DISCONTINUED!

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

TW: Abuse Mention.

Travis ignored Sal at school the next day. Even if Sal just said a simple "Hey." Travis would just ignore him. Not even saying a stupid comeback or nothing.

"Why are you trying to hard to talk to Travis all of a sudden?" Larry asked as him. Him and Sal walked over to their lockers to get ready for third period.

"What? Can I not say hi or something? I'm just trying to be nice." Sal said.

"I'm not saying you can't be nice or anything it's just weird. I mean Travis bullied you ever since you moved here, and like never shut up. Now all of a sudden he doesn't even talk at all, and your trying to be nice? That doesn't make any sense."

Sal sighed, "I saw Travis last night at the gas station. He looked really beat up but he wouldn't tell me why. Anyways he asked for help so I brought him to my apartment and helped him out."

"Hold the fuck up. You let Travis Phelps into your house? You got a death wish or something?" Larry crossed his arms.

"Larry c'mon. I'm worried about him. Something bad happened to him yesterday. What if it's his dad?" Sal leaned up against his locker and looked at Travis who was just down the hall.

"What possibly makes you think that?" Larry raised an eyebrow at Sal.

"Think about it, Larry. His dad is a pastor and owns a sketchy ass church. That alone is a red flag. And haven't you noticed? Travis never gets into fights, like ever. Yet he comes to school with new bruises and cuts every day." Travis disappeared into the crowd, Sal looked back at Larry.

Larry sighed, "That doesn't prove your point."

"What about how he flinches every time someone comes near him? Like no one can get near him without him flinching." Sal proved.

"Okay, you do have a point I guess. But that doesn't excuse what he's done to you."

"People can change, Larry. I'll prove it to you." Sal closed his locker and headed to his gym class.

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Just as Sal was about to open the door to the locker room he heard voices inside, so he listened.

"Move out of the way, fag." Phillip pushed Travis against the lockers.

"I'm not a fag, Phillip. Fuck off." Sal could recognize that voice anywhere, it was no other than Travis.

"Don't even try to lie to me. I found your pathetic love letter on the bathroom floor this morning."

"How do you even know that was me? Was there a name on the letter?" Travis asked.

"I literally saw you throw the note away and leave the bathroom, dumbass." Phillip crumbled up the note and threw it at Travis.

"I said, fuck off!" Travis pushed Phillip onto the floor. He got up and punched Travis in the face, then left.

Sal ran in, "Travis! The hell just happened?" He asked.

"Leave me alone, Fisher." Travis went to leave but Sal stopped him. "No. Talk to me. What happened last night?"

Travis looked at his feet and sighed, "I can't tell you."