12 hour lovers. [sal fisher X travis phelps]

Sal's POV

~A week later~

Lisa drove my dad and me home but once again I just listened to music and was silent. I was thinking my childhood before the incident but soon enough my thoughts were interrupted when I saw Travis wheeling himself home through car window after we drove ahead I couldn't stop thinking about him. Next thing I knew, I was writing in my diary, I was writing about Travis and I tried hard to stop the ink from touching paper but when it did, he overtook my thoughts. 

"Travis-" I shouted. Everyone turned to me, especially Larry. Larry was mad. He thought Travis had done  something to me but after I hadn't said anything for a while they all just forgot about it.

When we got home I was bombarded with questions from Larry. I didn't want to talk about it, a cis guy wouldn't like someone me, especially not someone like Phelps, he's a little church boy who hates gays but that night, no matter how much I tried to convince myself of such he messaged me. 

Travis. P 

T: Help

S: What?

T: Help.

T: tab, rehtef, em, tih, gningentaerht

T: type it words backwards

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He wrote but then quickly deleted

I did as he said but on paper

"bat, father, me, hit, threatening" 

was written on the top of the page. I ran to his house.

His bedroom lights were off, was I too late? My head was flooding with thoughts when..