(travis pov)
It's been weeks since my dad put the posters out and it's almost my birthday but I haven't been able to stop my bad habit. I haven't even thought of telling Sal about it in fear he'll flip out on me again.
"HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY TRAV" sal says bursting into the room we now share. This has begun to be my new normal. The only thing is I can't get these thoughts out of my head, thoughts that what I'm doing is wrong and I'll end up in hell.
"Thanks but you can just wish me happy birthday tomorrow when it's my birthday" I comment and sal does a fake frown before smiling again.
"I still can't believe we're turning 18 this month" he smiles while grabbing his prosthetic, turning around for me to secure the back straps. It still hasn't set in for me that I'm gonna be 18. Finally free from my dad forever. Just one more day. We continued getting ready for school, my birthday fell on a Wednesday so that sucked but it was whatever. Sals is the following sunday and we're gonna celebrate both our birthdays then.
KNOCK
A loud fist banged on the door. Both me and Sal jumped frightened by the sudden noise, we both looked at each other before racing to the door and opening it. I get there first and to my surprise instead of Larry or Lisa it's a cop.
"Hello sir, what can we help you with?" I said to the tall cop in the hallway.
"Are you Travis phelps?" he asks, taking his sunglasses off. I do nothing but nod my head.
"You're gonna have to come with us. Your parents reported you as a runaway minor last week and recently told us you were hiding out here" he says and I feel like my heart stopped. Right before I thought I was free my father had to get me one last time. I oblige even though I don't really want to because tomorrow this will all be a funny nightmare.
The police car ride to my house is silent, my dad is waiting on the porch with my weeping mother who i haven't seen for over a month.
"TRAVIS BABY" my mother shouts running to the car pulling me in a hug. I feel nothing. Nothing at all. That day when she chose my piece of shit father over me I stopped loving her and admiring her like I used to.
"I'm so glad your home honey" she says, whipping tears from her face. While I don't doubt she was actually worried, I don't think my dad missed me one bit. He might have missed his live punching bag though. My father comes over to me, handing me a small bag. I open it up and it has a shirt, a hoodie and some shorts. Except my hoodie strings are missing. I confused, look at him waiting for an answer on whatever the fuck is going on.
"Travis roll up your sleeve for me" he says and I feel like I could throw up. I stood there frozen before he forcibly took my arm and pulled my sweater up revealing my semi-fresh cuts.
"That's exactly what I thought... we're taking you to the hospital for a little bit" he says and it all clicks. They're taking me to a crazy jail.
"No way I'm not going to a psych ward" I say and he shakes his head.
"You're hurting yourself travis and it's all your brain fault you need medical help" he says in a creepily calm voice.
"I've tried everything I can to help you son but you need professional help" he says. Confused by his behavior I look behind me and the two cops who got me are still standing behind us. Right. He just needs to keep up his loving father facade.
"Fuck you I'm turning 18 tomorow and I'll leave the hospital no matter what you want.'' I say putting the bag over my shoulders ready to do what he wants for the next 20-ish hours till my birthday.
"Not if you're medically incapacitated" he smiles at me holding a few pieces of paper. I angrily grab them from his hands and stare at my forged signature.
"I didn't sign this shit" I say swiftly and he shakes his head.
"When we got you to calm down before you had another episode you realized how dangerous you are to yourself now get in the car with the nice policeman so they can take you to get better." he says slowly like I wouldn't be able to understand him otherwise.
"N - O, NO I'm not going anywhere, its not like I'm trying to kill myself anymore, i only wanted to do that when you would beat me everyday after school" i say and he looks shocked, both police officers look at each other than me.
"I'm sorry Mr. Phelps is that true" they ask, taking a step towards me and my parents.
"NO what, why would you think that he's just crazy! '' he says flustered.
'KENNETH STOP" my mother yells and everyone turns to look at her shocked.
"You have tormented me and my son for 18 years. I am SICK of all your lies. I can't lie for you anymore." she says angrily. My dad doesn't look shocked or angry, he looks scared. Scared of what next.
"I DON'T love you anymore and I haven't for a long time, I was just too scared to speak up" she says, stepping toward me and the police officers. For once in his life nobody is on my father's side.
"Officers i would like to report a case of domestic and child abuse" my mother says and without another word the tall police officer from earlier is arresting my father. I guess not everyone in this town works for him.
"I'm so sorry honey, i'm so sorry i never said anything i was scared too" she says teary eyed before i pull her into a hug and rest my chin on her shoulder. And for the first time in a long time i truly love my mother, she finally did what I've always needed her to do and she was so so brave doing it.
A/N- HEY YALL!!!! finally finished re-editing my first 13 chapters from before my brake and I can finally be at peace lol. I also wanted to say going back and reading my old writing is so weirdly nostolgic. I mean I remember writing this stuff on my phone in my dark room. lets just say ive grown a lot since my first additon of this fic, and not just as a writer but as a person. I've always used my writing to vent and escape from reality but i started this fic while really depressed and it gave me something to look forward to. i just want to say a HUGE thanks for anyone who reads/read my stuff you really dont know how much it means to me :') *also ignore my horrid spelling i am not editing my AN's LOL*
(for anyone concerned with the birthday timing for fic purposes sal is born Febuary 14 1975)
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FanfictionKenneth Phelps is the lead priest at the local church and has strict rules for his family. This leads to his son Travis Phelps to hate his whole being. His problems with his father are bad but he gets to escape at school being the one who pushes p...
