Me,god,father, and this stupid idiot

Prayers and sinners

Travis POV:

lunch was over, and as I walked back to class i heard people whisper and then snicker. i couldnt quite make out what they were talking about but judging from theyre looks its about me.

"whats so fucking funny dumbasses?!"

they just chuckled at me.

"nothing!"

do they want to get theyre face kicked so badly?! I was feeling the anger build up now, my fists already clenched. i swear if they dont shut the fuck up- they where whispering again. "cant deal with people talking about him" or something like that. that was it. fuck them. i punched one of the person in the face, and again. i just want them shut the fuck up, and honestly i need to get things off my mind. Somehow fighting people helps with handling emotions or some shit. atleast for a while. Lucky for them they were rather shocked and didnt really fight back so i just glared at both of them before walking away. Fucking homo idiots.

After a long day, School is finally over. Today i had to go to church to pray, to clean my soul and forgive my sins and the whole thing. this usually takes pretty much the rest of the day and i had to go home quickly. I walked a bit faster to my home until i bumbed into someone. Fucking shithead! i have places to go!

"Watch where the Fuck youre going dumbass!!"

"Oh my god can you calm down for once?! Chill out, it was a fucking accident Travis"

It was Larry. Of course it was him who the fuck else?

"Shut your damn mouth johnson. I dont have the time to deal with your high ass right now"

He always ALWAYS means trouble for me. and his stupid friends. i hate them. i hate me, i hate this shit but most importandly i hate them.

"Im not even fucking high right now. Fuck off phelps boy"

I hate that name. Phelps. The only person who calls me that is my dad and larry. and with my dad that usually means i messed up really fucking bad. I wished Larry would just shut up for once.

"Dont you dare call me that again Johnson."

I was still mad because of the fight and larry didnt make this any better. Plus i really needed to hurry now.

"Listen id love to kick your ass tomorrow but i have things to do, so for now Go fuck yourself"

I stared at larry, trying not to punch him on his fucking nose and walked away.

"I will thanks"

i heard him shout as he chuckled. fucking- ew thats just disgusting.Homo dumbass. I started to walk faster, i really cant be late. lucky enough i still made it on Time. i walked inside my room to change clothes, and realized that my white button down shirt still had blood stains on it. I looked if i had another one and fortunately i found one. I quickly put it on and walked down to my father, signaling im ready to go. he nodded and we walked to church. Fucking shit i forgot i also have piano lesson today. Do i ever get a break today? I walked to my place and said a prayer with the other, the usual. honestly i just want to go to my room right now. i get this is the right thing to do and stuff, and i want to be a good child of god, but i also really dont want to play piano today. Or do anything at all. I Hate that Sal, Larry and these bunch of queers dont have to worry about any of this. I hate them. How can you just- I hate them! just a bunch of fucking sinners.

"Travis Phelps! Your thoughts seem to be somewhere else right now. What are you thinkig about? Tell me"

oh shit. quick an excuse or anything-

"I was just thinking about Homework. i still have some to do and i was planning-"

"Liar. Do you Lie to your own father travis? LOOK AT ME"

no oh fuck. i quicky look up to my father, whos hand is already slightly raised.

"n-no im sorry sir please forgive me"

he slapped my head, not as rough but it sends the meesage.

"now pray to god that he will forgive you because i surley wont. Let god have mercy on this child who is my so called 'son'"

I looked back down and prayed for my sins, hoping God will forgive me. Im such an Idiot. I tried to focus the rest of the day, and the only thing going well today way my piano lesson for some reason. Finally. After Dinner with my Dad i went in my Room. That was a fucking shit Day. I should really sleep sooner today. I did my homework, wich i actually had to do and layed down on my bed. i was trying to sleep but my thoughts kept me awake again. I Had a Bit of a headache and i was honestly a bit worried about the scars, they hurt as fuck. And for some reason i couldnt get my toughts over damn fucking johnson. His fucking Brown hair and stupid voice, and the nasty as fuck sanitys fall shirt and his painted nails. he was annoying as shit. I hate him.

(This is slowly getting somewhere yay! dont worry you will be traumatized enough later ;) )