Sal X Travis (Smut😱)

One: Travis

TW!: Mentions/acts of abuse, cursing, angst, slight gore

Is this what I deserve?
A life of depression and abuse?
Do I deserve this?
What did I do wrong?
What did I do to anger Father so much..?

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My face is burning, my eyelids are heavy, and my body feels weightless but heavy at the same time. The sounds around me are muffled. It sounds like someone put winter earmuffs on my head to drown out the sounds of life around me.

New cuts and bruises have appeared on my body. The cuts interrupting my skin with a deep red line that had blood trickling out of it. The bruises a deep purple and blue against my tan skin. My face was stained with ghosts of tears. My eyes were dry and my vision was blurry. My eyes were fluttering shut as I layed down on the soft mattress. I didn't know whose bed I was on. All I know is that the comfort of it felt so surreal.

"Travis I need you to stay awake. Stay awake for me okay? You'll be okay just stay awake."

The sound of the voice was heavenly but it sounded so far away at the same time.

"Sit up for me Travis. I need you to sit up."

A hand was placed delicately on my back. My torso was forced up. I could barely sit up on my own so the hand remained on my back for support.

I felt a change on the bed. Someone had gotten on behind me. I flinched a tad bit when the person put their hands on my lower back. The person softly hushed me in a reassuring type of way.

"It's just me Travis. It's just Sal. I'm not going to hurt you."

I hummed in response. Just the presence of Sal made me feel better.

He paused for a little. It seemed like he was scared to ask me something.

"...Travis, I'm going to need to take your shirt off. I can see some blood on the back of your shirt and I want to make you feel better and in order to do that I have to treat any and all of your wounds."

I tiredly tugged at the bottom of my shirt. I didn't have enough energy to take it off myself.

"Okay."

My voice was quiet and hoarse. I strained so much just to get a four letter word out.

Sal delicately and carefully grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started pulling it up my torso. He maneuvered my shirt around my arms and pulled it off my shoulders and past my head.

I now sat shirtless on Sal's bed, bleeding.

I heard Sal gasp sharply.

"Holy shit! Travis how are you not screaming in pain!? I'm gonna fucking kill your dad!"

I turned my head to look at Sal. My vision is cloudly but I could see his hand was covering his mouth and tears were forming in his eyes.
He didn't have his mask on which wasn't an abnormal thing anymore. He doesn't usually have his mask on around me.
His free hand shakily reached for the middle of my upper back. His fingers subtly touched my upper back. I winced in pain.

(Flashback)

My dad approached me with a burning hot pole with a red hot cross at the end of it.