The boy in the bubble (salvis story)

Chapter Three

"Travis...what is this,this book of...of just plain up unholiness better not be fucking yours"

I was just frozen he found my journal,and he cussed,he never cusses ,I quickly slammed the bathroom door closed and locked it,I know it's only ganna make things worse but I didn't know what else to do I backed up and sat in my bathtub covering my ears as I heard him start to bang on my door and scream at me,I tried to tune him out hearing certain words like disappointment ,faggo

god I'm terrified I soon fell asleep, sobbing I woke up pretty early that day I set my ear on the door before slipping out and grabbing my school stuff "shit of course he took my journal.." I changed and grabbed my bad and slipped out of my window and bolted to school

when I get home I already know I'm ganna be fucking dead I walked slowly since it's so early one I arrived I walked in and went to my locker shoving my backpack in there before heading to the bathroom and going into my usual stall I sat on the nast floor the janitor avoids but I didn't care I layed my forehead on my knees hugging them tightly letting out a quiet sob

"I hate my life so much,I don't want to go home,I just want to stop existing already.." I mumbled to myself and glanced over seeing the same familier shoes walk in and stop at his stall "Travis?.." I grunted in response and wiped my eyes,and saw him sit down on the other side of the door that separates us "hey are you ok?" I don't feel like talking,got I'm so tired "hm.." I just mumbled and hugged my legs tighter I glanced over and he slipped his hand under the door and held it there"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,you don't have to even talk at all,I don't know what's going on in your life,of what's been making you act the way you do ,you don't have to be alone Travis" my eyes softened a bit and I teared up breaking into a sob

god he's so perfect,I reached to take his hand and froze before I could,the intercom came on "Travis Phelps your father is here to pick you up, please report to the office, I repeat Travis Phelps your father is here to pick you up please report to the office"I teared up "fuck...move it freak.." I opened the stall making him fall into his back and rushed out of the bathroom,I could see the confusion in his eyes but I didn't care ,his stupid face,and stupid personality,and just stupid him is the reason I'm in this whole mess ,I slowly open the office door,my father was calmly standing there

"ah Travis there you are,you forgot you have a dentist appointment today ,we have to hurry so we aren't late"he flashes a face smile at me and finishes filling out the paper"by Mrs *receptionist name* it was lovely to chat again,let's go Travis"I looked at the floor and followed his out,once in the car his smile dropped "you know the routine,I told them your getting a back tooth removed and will be out for a few days..." I nodded staring at my lap ,the car ride felt like hours long,I regretted ever learning to write,ever buying that journal,ever meeting that stupidly perfect boy,who doesn't deserve my shit,when the car stopped so did my heart ,I slowly got out of my car and walked to the hell hole my father calls a home..a week of pure hell I hope to survive...his way of discipline,of easing sins from my unholy body ,but the Bible says to discipline your children,I deserve this,I'm just a sinner ,a mistake,but no more thoughts ran threw my head as I stepped inside and walked straight to the basement,the real unholy place of this household,the one room I dread..

((Sorry for another late reply and the cringe I'm trying my hardest,have a great day/night lovelies 🥲😊))