"My psycho.." A Salvis story

"Stupid mask..."

No one's pov

Sal walked through the corridors of his new school. He had a few friends. Ash and Larry. Larry was like his brother. Suddenly, he bumps into someone and falls. "Oi! Watch where you're goin, dipshit!" A boy with blond hair and a bruised eye. "Sorry..." Sal's voice was quiet, his mask fell off. He didn't dare to let anyone see his face, so his put his mask on. "Shut up.. freak. Why you got that mask anyway? Too ugly?" He laughs. "Be quiet Travis!" Ashley said. "Ugh... the loser group over here?" He laughs again. "..." Sal was silent.

Sal's pov

'Great... bullies...' I thought. I didn't want to even be here! But... I have to. And I have friends. It's not that bad... Just suck it up. "What? Can't speak?" Travis said. He looked hurt.... Badly. Bullies? Tripped? ....abuse...? It didn't matter.

Ding Dong!

Finally! I could go! I got up and looked for my dad, excited to leave. My classes were boring and I didn't understand what some things meant... but it was fine. "Hi dad..." I said. "Hello Sal! Was today good?" "Yeah..."

Travis's pov

Great... the day was over. Dad would get mad again... and I'd come back hurt and have to say I was fine. I'm so tired... just one more day with that freak... then I'd be gone... "hello father..." I go home and get a beating. It hurts but I fell asleep quickly. Luckily I wasn't too badly hurt. I went to school the next day and people asked if I was fine. I said yes, but... I really wasn't. I saw that stupid masked freak again. "Oi, dumbass." 

Sals pov

I was just enjoying my time when Travis started bitching about again. I noticed he had more bruises and a few bandages on as well... I'll talk to him about it later. "Hi... uhm... could we talk later...?" I said quietly. "Fine?" He scoffed. I don't think he's okay... something must've happened. "Why? You wanna kiss me? That's disgusting! Fucking faggot!" He teased. Maybe I did... but no. Being gay isn't wrong. I'm not even gay! I'm bi. (Just a headcannon) well... I'll ask him later. Eventually, we got to talk alone. "So... why do you have bruises? What happened..?" I put my hand on his face. He hit my hand away.. "Nothing!" I didn't believe that.. "Is... is your dad abusive...?" I asked, with a worried look. He couldn't see it, but he knew. "I..." surprisingly, he nodded, tears filling his eyes. I hugged him tightly. "You wanna talk about it..?" He nodded, and I let him vent to me. I held him close, obviously feeling bad for him. "It's alright..." I reassured him. "I hate it so much! I didn't do anything! I literally never did anything!" He cried into my shoulder. 

EEEEEEE I FUCKING LOVE MY HYPERFIXATIONSSSSSS