Not Just A Church Boy

Unraveled Secrets

Travis' P.O.V.
I opened the door to my house, well, technically my dad's house. Whatever, I'm in a good mood right now, stuff like that shouldn't matter at the moment. I walked in, going over to the couch. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Where have you been?"

I whipped around quickly, looking up and into my father's eyes. He was home early?! "Oh, Hello Father. You're home early, I see. I just wanted to go on a quick walk." I nervously lied, feeling sweat starting to form on the back of my neck.

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Travis?" The grip on my shoulder became tighter..."No, and I never have, Father." I had lied again. Now it felt as if I was just digging myself down a hole. I continued to look into his eyes, trying not to let the fear I had show up on my face.

"While you were at school, I had security cameras planted around the house in case anything happened. I checked them when I got back this morning after I found you gone."

Oh no..I began to silently pray that he thought nothing of the visit, but I know father's never thought fondly of Sal or Larry.

"Travis Phelps, what have I told you about hanging around those two?" My father asked me. I fell silent. I looked away to immediately feel the back of his hand slap across my face, "Answer me!" my father's yell rang through my ears as I felt tears form in my eyes.

I couldn't speak. My cheek hurt too bad. Suddenly the collar of my shirt was grabbed as I was pulled up, causing me to nearly choke. I began getting hit in the face, feeling my father's fist slam against my skin.

I practically screamed as my nose was broken, the blood begining to spill down and passed my lips. Tears began running down my face out of my control. I was dropped to my knees, covering my nose.

The wind was knocked out of me as a foot came hard to my chest and it felt like my ribs were being smashed into my lungs, piercing them. I fell to my side but was grabbed back up while my sweater was torn off, leaving me in just a white spaghetti strap top.

My father grabbed me by the neck, lifting me up. Things were beginning to go blurry as he dragged me to the front door and tossed me outside.