The note (completed)

4 years

Traviss pov:

I stared at myself in the mirror. My breath shook slightly trying to put my tie on. I can't believe it had been 4 years sence I had last had contact with my father. I didn't like calling him that anymore. The only thing we shared was our last name.

"Oh your hopeless." Sal approached from behind, reaching around to tie my tie. They looked up at me with those eyes I had fallen for so long ago. He gave me a bittersweet smile, showing more teeth than were usually visible through his scared mouth.

"Hey it's gonna be ok. He's finally gonna get what he deserves." He must've noticed my breathing. He was so good at observing those kinds of things. I smiled and brushed his bangs out of his face to land a kiss on his forehead.

"I know, sally. It's just..." I took a breath, "it's gonna be hard, Dragging all those memories up. It was hard enough to start talking to a therapist and we already know his lawyer is gonna try to make me sound crazy."

Sal frowned and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Well, your not. All you have to do is tell the truth. The jury we'll do the rest." They said into my ear. He released me with a squeeze.

"You ready?"

"I'm ready."

"I know that, my love."

Sal planted a kiss on my cheek and we were off.

...

"LETS GOO!!" Larry yelled from the open window of his beat up old car, beeping the horn a couple times for emphasis. That kid hadn't changed sence highschool. I guess I wouldn't of either if i stunted my growth with pot. Said with love, of course.

"We're gonna smell like a growery by the time we get to the courthouse." I laughed, kicking energy drink cans out of the way as I stepped into the car.

"Oh I'm sure the judge will love that." Sal said, clipping his prosthetic over his face from the backseat.

Larrys attitude really made this easier. It felt like we were just taking a drive or something not... not facing the man I vowed I would never see again.

It meant a lot that Johnson had worn a suit. He had literally shown up to drug court in crust pants, so I knew this must mean a lot to him. It was his father's. He never would of bought any sort of dress clothes on his own.

I smiled to myself. I was so lucky to have sal and Larry, the love of my life and my best friend, here with me today. Even though I was shaking against the pleather seats, I knew that it would all be ok.

They wouldn't let my father free.

I know they wouldn't.

...

Sal, larry, and I shuffled into our seats. I was panicking, and sal was rubbing my back. Just then, the courthouse doors opened. The whole room turned back to look.

There he was. Kenneth Phelps, shuffling into the room in handcuffs and a prison uniform. He looked so much older, but there was no mistaking him. My breath caught. Everything came rushing back. The years of torture, pain. The things he do to me at night. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I could feel his hands everywhere I begged them not to go.

"Hey it's ok." Sal noticed me hyperventilating. "Do you need to step out for a bit?"

"No." I managed through gritted teeth. With all my might, I turned my anxiety into anger.

"We're gonna take that fucker down today."

Sal smiled wide under his prosthetic.

"Hell yeah we are."