~Travis POV~ HOMOPHOBIA WARNING IM GAY ASF
I come to a decision. I have to fucking tell him. He'll be dead by the time he can spit it to anyone anyways. I walk into the prison. if anyone sees me here I'm dead. But hell, I'm dead anyways. I walk up to a guard. He's definitely with my dad. Damn cultist. "I'm here to see Sal Fisher," I say as a door slams in the distance. "I need your I.D then." He pretends to not recognize me, but I'm not stupid. At least in that way. This whole damn thing is stupid, and I'm caught in the middle. He takes a look at me before tossing my I.D at me and writing my name in a book. I empty my pockets as instructed, and I'm practically pushed through a metal detector. "Clear. You can go now."
I'm brought to a room with some booths and the thickest plexiglass to ever fucking exist. Overkill, But I guess I am talking to a "mass murderer". I'm sat at the front booth, by a very annoyed guard and wait. There's a loser next to me arguing with his girlfriend about nothing in particular. Because everything is concrete and echoes like crazy, I really want him to shut the hell up. I never understood pointless yelling, but if I said that growing up I would be gone by now. It's really stupid if you think about it. We're all dying soon, why waste your breath? but then again, the people are clueless. They don't know about the devourers. The door is thrust open, and I see him. He looks different. He still has that stupid mask and he's short, but, never mind I don't care about him. I have no clue why I'm here in the first place. The orange jumpsuit gives him a coldness that I am not used to seeing. He seems as if the prison has made him older.
He is flanked on both sides by the largest guards I've ever seen. He's escorted to the booth and sits down at the plexiglass divider. He seems confused to see me, but I know why. I guess calling him a flamer every day didn't make me his favorite person. He's in handcuffs, but I don't know why. He's the height of a toddler. He sits down and grabs the phone.
"Travis? what are you doing here?" There's an edge in his voice, but I can't really determine it.
"What are YOU doing here, Sally Face?" That clearly pissed him off, but I don't really care.
"Did you seriously come here just to be an asshole?" he scoffs. I just sit there, looking at him, unsure of what to say. I have no clue why I came here. I had no reason to. we sat there, silently. He just watched me, seeming to try and read me. Unlucky for him I'm a closed book. I can't even understand myself, or why the hell I'm here. I try to gather my thoughts, but honestly, I have no clue.
After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, Sal broke the silence and made a move to leave by saying "well this was a waste of time". I stop him. I'm struggling through this. Sheepishly I say "wait. I have something that I want to tell you"
The flood gates of emotion boils over and I finally speak. I've been hiding this for 23 fucking years. There's no avoiding this anymore. I speak of the abuse suffered at the hands of my maniacal father. I speak about how rough life has been for me, and how much internal struggle I've been through. Sal interrupts me with "that's fucking horrible, man. But why are you telling me this?" Finally touching the emotions that I had denied for my entire life, seeing Sal, seeing that he is listening intently to me babbling about all of this pussy emotional thoughts, all of this has made me bolder and I decide to go for it.
"Sal, I told you that about my father in hopes that you would understand my behavior. It is important to me that you understand that I'm not just an asshole. When I met you, I just knew. I'm gay, I'm fucking gay, sal." I'm
holding back tears at this point and it's obvious.
"Travis do you-?" he tries to get out. frustrated, I look at him, "fucking obviously."
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