Did you get enough love, my little dove? (A Travis Phelps x male reader.)

School is bullsh- wait, are you crying?

Y/n's P.o.v

I pulled the sanity's fall t-shirt over my head, slipping on my shoes. I grabbed my mask, as my face looked really weird. When I was done, I grabbed my brush and brushed my hair while messing it up as well. I looked in the mirror, my hair covering my eyes. "eh, it'll do for today." I stepped out of my room quietly, hoping my mom was still asleep. lucky for me, she was, and I got to school pretty fast on my skateboard. Class went by pretty fast, and soon enough, it was lunch.

"Hey, freak! decided on the ugliest look ever?" I heard Travis yell. "Look, he's wearing a mask, FREAK! haha!" he said , tripping me, my food spilling all over me. This time, I just sighed and grabbed my spare shirt out of my locker as I went and changed. "why...chocolate pudding on my favorite sanity's fall shirt?" I shrugged, and put on the other shirt, throwing away the other one, knowing the stain was irreversible. I'll just get another at their next concert. I walked out, headed to sit at a random table. there weren't any, though so I just headed back to class early.

Near the end of the day, I went to the bathroom, and found a note. "looks like someone missed the garbage can. it wouldn't hurt to read it, right?" I read it over and over again untill I heard sobbing in one of the stalls. I knew exactly who it was as well, it was Travis. but why would he cry, and was he the one who wrote the note? "Travis?" I knocked gently on the stall door. "Travis, I know you're in there. c'Mon. I'm not gonna hurt you." all I heard on the other side was a quiet "fuck off..." My heart shattered at hearing him so sad, so I sat down. Even if he's a bully, he still deserves to be somewhat happy. "Travis, what's wrong?" I asked, calmly. "nothing, go away!" he yelled, choking on his tears. I could hear it, the pain in his voice, the sadness in his words, the emotion that flew through his sentences. "Travis, it's okay, you can talk to me." I said, gently knocking again, hoping he would unlock the door and let me in. "What?" he said, his voice sounding raspy, obviously his throat hurt from all that crying. "I said you can talk to me. I won't judge, won't ask questions, won't even say a thing if you don't want me to. I'll just sit and listen." I said, being overly calm about this situation. "W-What makes you think I want, or even need to talk to you?!" he yelled, straining his tired throat. "you don't have to. I'm just saying. if you need anyone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a comfort on bad days, a friend...im here for you, okay?" he went silent. I started to mentally panic, my brain saying I did something wrong. My heart just told me to stay calm. click The stall door had unlocked, revealing travis. he looked like a mess. I opened my arms for him and he shuffled closer, figuring, this is just what friends do. He buried his head in my shoulder as I hugged him, comforting him as he sobbed and told me everything.

"a-and if my dad ever found sniffle out about this, he'd kill me, so keep it quiet l/n." he said. "Aye aye, captain!" I said, chuckling as Travis laughed. "but, you mentioned your dad, travis. tell me about him." I said. he froze, hesitant, but he eventually told me. "Hes a part of this...cult thingy, and he's really christian, and a preist, so...he forced christianity on me, and....beat me when I disobeyed, or he'd starve me, so I always ate a lot of school lunch, but...hes also really homophobic, and when I told him I was gay, and came out to him, he...sniffle he told me 'you like men, huh? well see.' and, it was as if...my body wasn't mine, these men came to...abuse me...and my body. so I never told anyone ever again, and I got beaten and neglected..." he held back so many tears in that moment, I felt so bad. "oh...im so sorry that happened to you Travis, I had no idea!" I said, pulling him into another hug. "i-its fine, its just..." A loud band interrupted him. "TRAVIS! ARE YOU IN HERE?! SCHOOL LET OUT 20 MINUTES AGO!" a person yelled from out the door. Travis squeaked, gently pushed me away and walked out with a sad look on his face. "Just had to go to the bathroom, father. class got out late." I heard Travis lie. "BETTER HAVE, NOW LETS GO! YOUVE GOT WORK TO DO!" travis' father yelled at him. "y-yes father." I heard them drive away as I sat there, remembering who's voice was yelling at travis. it was that bitch of a priest,

KENNETH.