Church Boy And The Stoner

(re-write) Ch.1 :Don't be weird.

  🚫CHILD ABUSE trigger warning!!🚫

      Travis awoke to an alarm blaring in his ears and an immense pain everywhere. Where...Where was he? He woke up confused and then the memories hit him. Travis was just in his room after one of the worst beatings from his father he had ever recieved in his life. This shit sucks.

     He tried not to think about everything wrong in his life, but he has nothing better to think about than how he was fucked up six ways to sunday. He lay in bed for an extra five minutes before dragging himself out of bed. He trudged to the bathroom and turned on the shower water.

    He usually avoided looking into the mirror, sometimes it would trigger a meltdown if he stared long enough. But today was different, he genuinely stared into the mirror and wondered, 'What the fuck am I doing with my sad pathetic life?' Travis stipped slowly, trying to avoid bumping any injuries.

    Then he started to wonder why the hell he sucked so bad? Like yeah he was an asshole but he genuinely started to contemplate all of his life choices. Travis got into the freezing cold shower water and let out a sigh. Travis only ever took cold showers, he felt as if the hot water would be wasted on him. He immediantly tried to force the thoughts down, 'Don't be a weirdo' he repeated over and over in his head like a mantra.

    He felt somewhat refreshed when he got out of the shower. It was weird, he felt kinda...Happy? Only a little bit. Even that was strange for him, Travis was never happy. His normal clothes were fucked up with blood so he couldn't wear that.

     Travis didn't really like change, it made him feel un-sure, un-safe. So he wore one thing and stuck to it. Now he couldn't wear that anymore. He let out an audible sigh. "Always me..." Travis mumbled out. It was true though.

       It was always him.

    Travis has a bad attitude. Travis is a bad kid. Travis is a bully. Not even Travis's father wanted him, hell isn't that why his mom left? There was on constant in everything wrong with Travis.

        Travis is what's wrong with Travis.

  
    Or at least that's what he was thinking. Travis leaned over the counter and fixed up his bleached hair. As he looked in the mirror he recoiled slightly. His eye was always fucked up when his father beat him. Good thing he iced it last night, last time his eye got swollen shut, He slipped on a loose white sweater and some long khaki pants that fit loose on him.

He always shyed away to baggier clothes,  it hid his frame better. Travis wouldn't say he was malnourished, he really wouldn't.

     He was lean with some muscle on him from fighting. But he was thin, frail for a boy his age in his third year of highschool. He hid it well though, tucked himself away in baggy clothes. Travis tugged on a pair of casual black sneakers that his father got him so Kenneth could drag him to dinner parties to play a happy father-son duo, with the preacher and his troubled son.

    He quickly checked the time, he was still early. He grabbed his bag and left his house, looking behind him from time to time. He still felt oddly refreshed, the crisp air blowing on his face, it was changing to fall, it was his favorite time of year.
He loved to see the trees turn different colors and then fall apart in the winter.

    But all of that changed as he walked into school. It was mostly empty due to it being early, and that's how it usually was when Travis got there. But he walked in and felt upset. What happened to his previous good mood?

    He wasn't angry like usual. But Travis was sad, he was really fuckinf sad and he felt tears start to prickle at his eyes. 'Don't be weird' he repeated in his head. But it didn't help. Travis felt tears start to roll down his face and he hiccuped slightly. He couldn't just cry in the hall, someone might see him.

    'Boys shouldn't cry Travis, man up don't be such a fucking fairy!' Travis was yelling stuff at himself in his mind that had been said to him by other people. But the tears still ran. 'Don't be weird. Boys don't cry, boys shouldn't cry!' Travis repeated in his head.

Travis rushed around the corner. His face wet with tears and he let out small hiccups. He ran into something, it was warm and firm, and smelled like...Weed? He looked up to see the one and only Larry Johnson, looking down at him with a puzzled expression.

    Larry and Travis were practically the schools designated mortal enemies. They fought all the time, sometimes just because they made eye contact. Travis had let his mind wander sometimes when it came to Larry in his freshmen year. And then he got the fattest homosexual crush on him. 'He wasn't blind! Larry was attractive, the long hair is just confusing his brain!' Travis thought to himself.

    But right now, Larry just looked at Travis crying seemed to hesitate, maybe even recoil a little before he spoke. "Fuck man...You-You alright?" Larry asked hesistantly as he scratched the back of his neck, and Travis let out a sob.

   "Fucking hell, No! No I am not infact." Travis was just a bitch on instinct, he couldn't help it. It was how he protected himself. Larry reached out a little towards Travis, Then Travis flinched and squeezed his eyes shut like a dog who'd been hit one too many times. Larry just gave his shoulder and awkward squeeze.

    Larry looked at his watch before frantically looking around, like he had just remebered he was doing something important. He looked at Travis let out an Audible sigh and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket before scribbling something on it in pen before shoving it in Travis' hand.

    "If you ever need..." Larry looked like it physically pained him to finish speaking, "If you ever need help I'm here!" Larry finished quickly and then literally ran off in the other direction.

   Travis looked down and read the paper.

"Addison apartments, ask fa Lisa johnson to take you to me if u ever need help or sumthin, or just go to the basement level xxx-xxx-xxxx "dont make me regert this loser"    

   He left his number and where to find him for travis in a poorly spelled note. Travis had stopped crying. He smiled and thought about larry being somewhat endearing before shoving the thought down and resisting the urge to bash his head against a locker now.

'Don't be weird, please don't be weird.' He continued to repeat in his head like it was word of the day.