Under The Mask. [Sal X Travis]

chapter 13: Love From Fathers

Travis didn't text Sal after about 3 minutes. He wasn't worried but he did worry a little. But he didn't bother. Travis on the other hand...had to deal with some shit. (⚠️Tigger warning ⚠️ abuse in this chapter. A little. You will know when it ends. Same with her drunk parent.)

[ Sal's POV ]
I was drawing in my journal. I drew some stick figures here and there. Two stick figures who where hugging. Out of the blue, I imagined me and Travis. I blushed and looked away. I was still blushing after Travis texted me those messages. I did make a page all about Travis in my journal. But I didn't tell anyone. It was a secret that no one must not know. Well...except ashley...she's been helping me out with this. Mini heart attack, Gizmo comes onto my bed out of no where. "JEEZ! Gizmo! Don't scare me like that!" He meowed and I just sighed and patted his head. He laid down next to me and I continued to draw stick figures. I looked at my phone. 'No message yet. Hm. Must be distracted.' I then hear the door burst open. 'My dad must be home' I closed my journal and walked to my door and put my ear against it. "Sallll....yyyou home yettt??..." yep...he was drunk. He usually drinks when he feels sad. How do I know? Well...he done this back at our old home too. Yes I was young to know, but I learned on later on. Anyway, I left my room. "Yes dad, I'm home. I've been home." He then sat on the couch slouched over. "You know...you...*hic* you look...like your mother. It hurts. And I know it hurts you too..." I nodded, trying not to cry. I know he's hurt emotionally and mentally. And I am too. "Come here son...*hic*" I walked to him slowly, and he pulled me onto a hug. I hugged back. Yes, he was drunk, but he needed one. "I'm sorry, I'm such a shitty father...*hic* I know I am. No need to tell me..." I broke the hug and looked at him. "No dad...you aren't. You hurting. We're both hurting. But we gotta stay strong and move on. Okay? I promise, we'll be alright." He nodded and was about to pass out. "Let's get you to your room." He nodded and got up. I helped him up too and walked him to his room. He laid on his bed and I put a blanket over him. "You'll be okay. Jsut get some rest." I left the room real quick to get a glass of water and sat it on his nightstand. "Here's a glass of water if you need it." I walked to the door, and heard him, "I love you Sal. I always will." I looked at him and he shut his eyes and fully passed out. I left the room fully and went to my room. I laid on my back onto my bed and had a tear run down my face. I took off my mask and cried into my hands. Gizmo notice it and walked to me. "I'm fine. I promise." I petted him and wiped my tears away carefully. I picked up my journal and put on my headphones. I looked at my phone. 'Still no message... whats going on Travy..'
(Huh...the drunk parent gonna be bad as I thought...welp...nice moment ruined, time for the abusive parent.⚠️)

[ Travis' POV ]
"HOW MUCH MORE PATHETIC CAN YOU GET! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" My dad yelled at me as I was on the floor, covered in blood. I had bruises forming on my ribs. "I LOVE YOU! BUT WHY DO YOU ALWYAS HAVE TO BE PATHETIC!" I couldn't move as much. I had the air knocked out of me, and I was having a hard time breathing. As soon as I had my air back, my dad kicked me again in the side. I got knocked down again out fo breath. I was coughing up blood. 'Yep...that's his limit..' my dad noticed and he walked out of the room. "IM GOING OUT! I WONT BE BACK TILL NEXT WEEK!" I could tell...he had his bag filled with extra clothes. He was going to stay at an hotel away from here. For a week. I was still on the ground. 'Welp...that's the 45 minutes wasted...' I got up and climbed into my bed. I sat up, and took my time breathing. I whince everything I breathed though. My sides were hurting like hell. My mom came in with an first aid kit. "You okay?" She asked. Now, I know I said she didn't believe me with my dad was beating me up, and she didn't believe a story I told her, but dumb thing...she doesn't believe them when she isn't around. When she is around, she acts like she cares. I know she does, but...she doesn't sometimes when my dad is around. But if I have go be honest, if I had to be left alone for only 5 minutes with my mom or my dad, I would straight up chose my mom. I still love her. Unlike my dad. As she helped me bandage up. She then had an ice pack, "here. May not help much, but it will help a little." I grabbed the ice pack and sat it on my sides, I whinced a little, "thanks." She smiled a little. She looked away and looked back at me with a smirk, "what?" I asked confused why she was smirking. "Guessing you and your boyfriend exchanged gifts?" I blushed at that, "He's not my boyfriend mom!" I said out loud. "Yet?" She added on. I sighed and looked away, "yet..." she smiled at me. I smiled back at her. "Well, get some rest, okay? If you want." I nodded then I remembered, "hey, um...mom?" I asked, she turned around, "yeah?" She responded, "speaking of...Sal, he was thinking I come over tomorrow to hang out with him and his friend." She smiled brightly, "of course dear, you're dad isn't here for the week. So...do whatever you want." I chuckled at that. Okay...me and my mom practically make fun of my dad for fun when something bad happened a whole ago. So what? It's the only thing we do when we just want to brighten the mood when he isn't around. "Well, thanks mom." I smiled and she smiled back, "no problem sweetie. Now get some rest. Love you dear." She left my room and closed the door. I laid my head onto the pillow then I realized I didn't text Sal back yet. 'Shit...'

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