Worth sinning for(Salvis)

Except one

(Travis pov)

I floated through the rest of the day as usual but only one thing was on my mind. Sally face. I could call him or go to his house, and he wouldn't mind? He was probably just trying to be nice.

When my dad picks me I try to stay silent trying not to talk to him, but he talks to me.

"So Travis, how was your school day?" He doesn't really want to know he just has to act like this to keep our image as the "perfect" family even in the car, which my dad considers public since people can see us in the windows and it wouldn't looks so good if the preacher was hitting his wife and son on his way home from work.

I don't respond because I know he'll do nothing till we get home.

He smiles and says between his teeth " boy when we get inside that house door you better run"

I smile. I hope he kills me this time. I mean I deserve it for being a homo. I don't think even my mother would even miss me.

"I hope you kill me this time" I mumble and he makes no comment but I can feel his anger burn through my skin as he grips the wheel so tight he might leave indents.

Once the car stops he calmly exits the car waving to a neighbor smiling and saying hi. I walk in the house and drop my bag on the floor. He hates that. As soon as I hear the door click I hear my mother gasp as my father hits me from behind so hard I fall on the floor. I can already feel tears in my eyes but in an anger fueled rage I get up and look him straight in the eye.

"Don't disrespect me in public boy." He seethes the anger practically dripping from his mouth and pooling on the ground. I'm not a homo. I'm not weak. I'm not a sinner.

"I'm tired of you. If you hate me so much, kill me. I hate it here anyways." My mother says my name and comes out from the kitchen but it's too late. My father fist has already collided with my head and my face is in the wall leaving a dent in the drywall.

Everything rings and goes fuzzy. I can hear lots of commotion and my mother screaming and my dad yelling. I can feel him kicking me but it doesn't hurt anymore. Then everything goes black

I'm swimming in an ocean of nothing for miles, holding my breath. First I see my mother with me as a baby, my father on her side smiling. Then my mother and me dancing in the kitchen. Then my father screaming. Then everything comes back into focus.

My whole body was on fire and aching I was being held over my toilet by my hair when he shoved me under water again. My lungs burn and I squirm under my dads arms.

He pulls me out and throws me against the tub storming out of the room screaming "THERE HE'S ALIVE HAPPY NOW BITCH"

My mother rushes to my side but I kick her away. She only watches. She never intervenes. She does it to save her own ass. She just lets me get hit.

"Don't even try to help me." I sit myself up wincing in pain. "He's right you're just a bitch who won't stand up for her own kid" I get up pushing past her to grab my jacket.

I can hear her cry behind me but I don't care. I push her out of the way to get to the front door and run down the porch steps and grab my bike and peddle towards the Addison apartments.

I hate her. I hate my father. I hate everyone. Except one

(Sal pov)
Who the hell is banging on my door at 7 on a school night. Did Larry do something illegal? Oh god.

I open the door and instead of a tall cop I see Travis.

His face is bruised and he's been crying. His hairs soaked as if he took a shower and he was out of breath.

I realize he's just standing outside my door. So I motion him in.

"Travis what happened" I can almost cry looking over his once perfect face, still equally beautiful but now covered with bruises and a black eye.

He limps over to the couch and practically falls into it. "M-my dad uh got angry about uh my attitude or something I uh don't know I don't really remember what happened" He says rubbing his back.

"Do you think you could uh- fix me up?" I smile and run over to the bathroom and motioning for him to follow me in. He pulls the lid of the toilet down and sits.

I clean up the cut on his face and put a bandaid on it but then I see a cut peeking from the v in his shirt.

"This is gonna sound odd but can you take off your shirt" Travis looks at me as if I've lost my head

"I'm not a homo sal" I ignore his homophobic statement since he needs my help right now.

"No, so I can clean up your chest wounds. I doubt he just hit your face" that seems to be enough for him since he lifts his shirt wincing when pulling it completely off.

His stomach is covered in small scars and cigarette burns with words like "sinner" or "homo" carved into his stomach. All old but a fresh cut word says "disrespectful" I want to cry but I can't.

I can't imagine my father doing this to me.

I take the alcohol wipes and clean the cut he bites his tongue and turns his head.

"It's okay to cry Travis" I say looking up at him.

"I don't need to cry" he gets off the toilet and finishes fixing a bandage on himself, turning away from me.

His back is just as scarred as his front with bruises and a large cross cut from the bottom of his spine all the way to where his collar would start. It was done deliberately. So no one would know. God I hate priest's.

He puts his shirt back on pushing past me to the door grabbing his jacket.

"I-I really shouldn't have come, I have to get going." He pauses at the door "thanks"

I rush and grab his hand and he pulls back from me probably wanting to call me a slur.

"Don't leave, I won't let you. He'll hurt you again."

He scoffs "why would you care. For all you know I just came and used you for my own personal gain"

I don't know what to do to make him stay. I want him to stay. He needs to stay. His father might hurt him or worse kill him.

I hug him and expect him to push me away but he stiffens his arms before wrapping his arms around me. I can feel him breathing, it's rigid like he's crying. I can feel him shaking as he buries his head in my hair.

"Th-this" he sniffles "this is wrong but I don't want to move, don't want to let go" he sobs crying into my hair he lets go of me whipping his face.

"It's okay Trav feel your emotions"

He shakes his head "but then I'll be weak"

(A/N im going back and edditing my writing more than just putting it through google docs spell check and omg when i though 1300 words in a chapter was a lot lmao)