Jealousy. <3 || A Salvis Fanfic 🫶

1. Home Life. <3

(Just to let you all know, this whole chapter is gonna be in Travis's point of view)

TW: Abu$e, Bl00d

~❤️ TRAVIS'S POV ❤️~

As soon as I got up, I checked the time. 5:23. Phew, I'm glad I didn't get up late (late to my father is anything past 6.). I don't want to be screamed at right when I wake up again, or
even worse, hit right in the face so I can "wake up faster."

I sprung up and started brushing my hair. Even though it was really knotted, it didn't take too long. I just wet it down and brushed at it the best I could before 5:25.

After that, I got my clothes on, just some beat-up jeans and my pink sweater that I got from my mom before she left. I sometimes still can't believe she just left me like that, but I know that it was for a good reason.

Then I went downstairs. If my father was up, then I knew I wasn't eating that morning, but luckily, he wasn't awake yet. I went into the kitchen and made myself a piece of toast. I finished it quickly in fear of my father waking up and seeing me "waste food." I also made food for my father just so he couldn't scream at me for not being ready.

I took his food out with me and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV, clicked on the news, and turned the volume to 10. 10 was very quiet, and that's what I wanted. I once made the mistake of turning up the volume to 20 and well... let's just say I earned a couple of new bruises that day.

~10 minutes later~

As I was watching a case about a building getting set on fire, I heard footsteps. Heavy, large footsteps. I knew it was my father.

"Good morning, Father." I said.

"Shut up." He told me, "I don't want to listen to your annoying voice right when I wake up."

I nodded. I held out the food I had made for him 15 minutes before. It was only cereal, so at least I didn't have to worry about it getting cold. He took the bowl right out of my hands, and I thought I was in the clear until he took a bite. He spat it out and screamed at me,

"WHEN DID YOU MAKE THIS?!"

"About 15 minutes ago." I told him in a trembling voice, "Why is there something wrong with it?" Even though I had lived with my father my entire life, I was still terrified of him.

"WELL ITS FUCKING SOGGY." He screamed. Well, he was yelling, I guess he had lost his grip on the bowl and dropped it. The bowl had shattered. I sat there stunned. That was my father's favorite bowl. He looked down at the mess he made but yelled at me, "FUCK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT. IF YOU MADE IT CORRECTLY I WOULDN'T HAVE DROPPED IT." He walked over the broken glass, getting closer and closer to me. As soon as we were face you face, he looked at the broken glass and grabbed a piece. He looked me straight in the eyes when he said, "Lift up your sleeve."

"W-What why..?" I said, looking at the sharp glass piece in his hand. I was terrified wondering what he was going to do to me.

"I SAID LIFT UP YOUR SLEEVE." He screamed at me. I did what he said. I lifted up my sleeve. If I didn't, the punishment he was gonna give me would be way worse than this. "Now, this better teach you a lesson." He said. I watched him put the sharp glass closer and closer to my arm until he slit right through my arm. A long, red slit. Tears formed in my eyes as he did it as slow as possible, knowing that it hurt me more. Blood oozed out of my arm, and it kept stinging. Hot tears were rolling down my cheeks as he did it with an emotionless expression. He cut all of my forearm well, switching his view from me to the glass over and over again until he finally said something. "You're lucky you have school in 15 minutes. This could have been way worse." I nodded at those words, tears still rolling down my cheeks. "Clean yourself and this mess up. You wouldn't want to be late for school." He said. He was right. I didn't want to be late for school, I had perfect attendance, and I knew that if I interfered with it, I'd feel a belt against my back.

"Y-Yes, sir." I said as I ran up the stairs to the bathroom. Fuck my arm stings.

As I got into the bathroom, I closed the door and grabbed a towel, and started to wipe the blood off of my arm. It was oozing a lot because of the giant and deep cut he made into my arm. Even when I wiped, it just wouldn't stop bleeding. I grabbed the white bandages that I never thought I needed and started raveling my arm in them. As soon as I put them on my arm, they turned red, but at least they stopped the bleeding. I wiped the tears off my cheeks and ran downstairs.

I quickly grabbed a dust pan and got the glass off the floor, as well as cleaning up my own blood. I quickly checked the time. 7:30. I have to get going right now. The bus comes at 7:35. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran out of the house, not wanting to encounter my dad again. I'm just hoping my day at school is a little better than what happened this morning.

~END OF CHAPTER 1~

Thanks for finishing this chapter! I really hope you liked it and sorry for hurting Travis lmao. I promise he'll be a little happier in the next chapter.

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