A Forbidden Love (Salvis story) REWRITING

Mornings (rewritten)

 POV: Travis Phelps

Rewrite

Warnings: Cursing, abuse, Slurs (I can say bc I'm one of the gays).

I wake up to loud beeping in my ears. I hate mornings. It's like 6:00 am. It's too early. Why can't I just sleep in a little longer? Father has some bullshit rules. I wish he would just get off my ba- "TRAVIS WAKE UP, BOY!". Speak of the devil.  I groan and smack the hell out of my alarm to shut it up. I mutter under my breath and stand up, walking to my closet. I grab out my iconic purple sweater and jorts. Purple was mothers favorite color. I wonder what happened to her. Father says she left, but I don't believe shit that comes out of his mouth.

I groan again and walk over to the bathroom. I think it's cool as hell that I get my own bathroom. Dad takes fucking donkey shits in the guest bathroom. He has his own fucking bathroom and everything. I have no idea why he takes those godzilla ass shits in the guest bathroom. Like the fuck?

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I brush my teeth as i wait for the water to heat up. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste. I wet the toothbrush with lukewarm water and apply the toothpaste. I brush my teeth, spit out the toothpaste, rinse the toothbrush, and set the tube of toothpaste and the toothbrush back down. I grab some floss, floss my teeth, throw the floss away n stuff.  The water should be hot now so i undress and step in.  

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I finish showering and step out. Father yells for me to hurry up. I mutter and grab my towel, hair brush, and hairdryer. I wrap myself in the towel and plug in the hairdryer. I dry my hair, brushing it as I do. "Hurry up, boy!" Father yells. Can't he wait 5 fucking minutes? School starts at 8 and it's only 6:50. Chill your ass out. 

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I dress and walk to the door, opening it. I walk to the stairs, almost tripping on my way down. I see father at the end of the steps fuming. Well fuck. "What took you so long, boy? The Phelps family has, and never will be LATE." He says, spit flying out of his mouth. "Sorry, father. I'll try harder tomorrow." I know damn well if I tried to be better tomorrow, I will still get this reaction.

Father reaches his arm up and strikes me in the face. I can feel tears immediately prick at my eyes. "The Phelps family does not cry, TRAVIS. Boys don't cry either, TRAVIS. What are you, a fag?" Father says, spit flying everywhere again. "No, father." I say as I wipe my eyes. "Get out of my face, boy." Fucking finally. I walk past him and walk to the door. I grab my shoes. I put my socks in my shoes so it's easier n stuff. I put on my socks and shoes and unlocked the door, and start walking out. I speed walk to the school. It starts In like an hour, but it's whatever. I can take the longer path to the school.

I was gonna add sal's Pov, but i got lazy soooo im not. sorry broskis. But AYEEE this is the third thing I've written today and now I have no inspo. I ALSO TRIED TO MAKE IT AT LEAST KINDA CLOSE TO THE OG BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY BRO OKAY? SORRYYY