Under The Mask. [Sal X Travis]

Chapter 23: My Body Hurts

⚠️Warning- Abusement happens in this chapter. And definitely self harm. F-slur. I can say it because I'm gay myself. Kinda questioning.⚠️

Travis and Sal was walking to their homes. Sal made it to his home. Travis also. He noticed he was home alone. Until he remembered...he left his home early then what he was supposed to leave. He knew he was fucked...

[ Travis' POV ]
'Left home alone again? Great.' I sat my bag down and slipped on my inside shoes. I grabbed my history, math, and science books, and went straight to my room. 'Damn...this is probably the longest I've gotten without eating anyhting.' Its been at least 2 days. I've only been drinking water. I sat on my bed and began to work on my homework. Only a few minutes past and it felt like hours. But as I was half way through finished with my math homework, I remembered I was still wearing Sal's sweater. 'I should probably give this back to him tomorrow.'  I took off the sweater and set it in my closet. I sighed and laid down on my bed. I put on my headphones and grabbed my phone, plugged in the headphones and began to listen to songs. 10 minutes go by and i finished my homework. Well my math and history. I was working on my science homework but I kept daydreaming about Sal. Everything about him being perfect. His smile, his laugh, his hair, his personality...everything. I always still wondered why he even liked me in the first place. I was a jerk. An asshole to him. And his friends. He doesn't deserve me. I felt a tear go down my face and wiped it away. I tried not to think about anything bad at this point. And just tried to think about the good things. But before I even could...I hear the front door open and slam. I took off my headphones and opened my door. 'Shit...' it was my dad. "TRAVIS!" He called out. I had no choice but to go downstairs and face him. "Ah, there's my boy! How you doing? I heard you snuck out early this morning. You were supposed to leave at 7." He said. He isnt normally like this. "Dad...are you drunk?" I asked him. He's like a happy mad guy when he's drunk. Try to keep him happy. Just try. He's only get more pissed off. I sighed as he responded. "I'm not drunk, I'm just a bit...wozy from having too much. Okay?" I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. But as soon as I turned my back I felt him grab my arm. "You're not gonna give your big guy a hug? C'mon you're my son, you always hug me." I knew if I tug away he would just keep tighten his grip. "Why should I? You never show real love in your hug." I said. "Why you little...shit" before I knew it, he punched me. I felt my nose bleed. "Thats what you get. But don't worry that won't be it." He said. I was leaning on the wall beside me. I wiped away the blood from my nose. I then felt my dad grab my face making me look at him. "If you disrespect me again you little brat, you'll get more then what you're about to get." He then punched me in the gut. I was still standing, but before I knew it, he kicked my shin, making me go down to my knees. He punched my back making fall fully onto the ground. For at least 8 minutes, he used me for a punching bag for a while. As he stopped he picked me up by the back of my shirt, and he tossed me up the stairs. "Go to your room. You little fag." I froze and turned around. "How do you know- I mean...im not-" before I could finish what I was saying, he cut me off, "Don't play dumb you bitch." I wanted to defend myself, but then again...I felt defenseless. I swallowed, trying to hold back my tears. He then came face to face with me. He punched me again. Then, the front door opened. 'Finally she's back.' It was my mom. My dad then walked over to her. My mom saw me. I got up and went to my room. As I made it to my room, I then heard muffled yelling. I slid down my door and cried into my knees. The arguing went on for about 10 minutes. I heard the door opened and slam closed. I went down to see my mom standing in front of the door. "Mom? You okay?" She turned to me and nodded. I went up to her and hugged her. "You won't have to worry about your father anymore." I sighed and hugged back. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything about this. I should've done it sooner." I didn't know what she ment by that but I was too tired to ask. We both let go of the hug and she smiled. "You can go rest now" she said, I nodded and went to my room. My body was still sore. I went to the bathroom and look into the mirror. I took out my blade and went to cutting. After about 5 minutes I stopped. I sighed and washed off the blood. I then heard a knock on the door. I covered my arms and went over to the door. "Hey, you might need these." She was holding out bandages. I sighed and took them. "Let me know when you need extra. And it's okay to talk to me about anything okay?" She gave me a sweet smile, I smiled back and she closed the door. I rolled up my sleeves and covered my arms with the bandages. The door opened again. "Hey mom...how did you-" before I finished she talked, "how did I know? Well, I was cleaning your room. And I noticed you had blood on one of your shirts. I was hoping you didn't get into a fight. But I realized it and so...yeah." I sighed and looked away from her. She hugged me and said, "its okay now. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here." I hugged back and cried into her shoulder. After a while, we then went to our rooms. I sighed and went on my bed and texted Sal for a bit.
-Time skip: 12 a.m.-
I was laying in my bed. Body sore from self harm scars, the punching and kicking. I didn't ask why she said those words. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything about this. I should've done it sooner." I wondered what she meant by that. I wanted to ask but I didn't bother. I also didn't feel like going to school tomorrow. But I needed to. Just to see Sal. I didn't go to sleep the whole night. Well I did fall asleep at 3 a.m. I then had thoughts about Sal again. I smiled and fell asleep. Then the pain started started to go away. I was thinking on Sal too much I didn't realize the pain was gone.

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