My own angel (Salvis)

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(Still Travis's POV)

-'ღ'-WARNING:-'ღ'-

•Here there will start abuse, slurs, blood and overall stuff like that... if your uncomfortable with that type of thing or it triggers you skip this part and look for the note I will leave when it's over!•

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Travis quickly looks around his room once he hears his fathers footsteps walk around the house and up the stairs to Travis room, Travis looks for his bible trying his best to stay quiet,

Ignoring the pain he feels from the wounds his father already has given him before and he doesn't want anymore.

So when he finds his bible he quickly sits down at his desk and nervously pretends or at least tries to pretend he was reading it.

Travis father then opens the door wide quickly making the door slam and also making Travis flinch slightly from the loud noise, he nervously looks over to his father and begins to speak,

"Hello father, how was wo-"

But before he could finish he gets a slap to his face making him wince in pain and fall back in his chair spitting out some blood, then feeling his father grab him by his blonde hair to make Travis look up at him as he speaks,

"Don't you DARE pretend you didn't do anything boy."

Travis could smell the scent of alcohol and cigarettes coming from the man as he spoke in a loud tone dripping with hate and anger towards Travis.

Throwing Travis back down to the ground as Travis grunts in pain and is confused on what he might have done, this wasn't like the times he knew he didn't do anything wrong yet his father still beat him, this was different.

He could tell he did something wrong and his father wasn't just drunk but he couldn't remember what he might have done to make his father so mad, so he looks up at him from the ground in confusion not quite knowing what to say or if it's even safe to speak.

That's when his father takes out from his pocket a small dark brown notebook. Travis' diary.

Travis' eyes widen when he sees and he knows hes fucked...

The things he wrote there... about Sal, his mom, his suicidal thoughts, his hatred to his religion and how it hurt him but most of all about his father.

He was scared, scared of what could happen if his father really did read it and as his mind is filled with dark thoughts of what his father would do to him and how he even has his diary his father speaks,

"I paid a little visit to your school Travis..."

The way of him saying Travis' name flooded with disgust and hatred even more his eyes on Travis which were full of rage as he then continues,

"...They called me saying your grades have been going down and that already got me mad... But then hearing you forgot this at school I went to pick it up and READ it."

Travis' heart felt like it fell to his stomach like he was going to puke from how much anxiety and hatred towards himself he felt at that moment knowing his father read the diary.

Then his father grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he throws the small notebook Travis calls his diary across the room hitting the wall and making Travis flinch again from the loud thump. Then hearing his father speak louder than before,

"YOUR A DISSAPOINTMENT TRAVIS, A PATHETIC LITTLE WORTHLESS FAG!"

Travis' eyes well up with tears but he wouldn't dare to let them out, he knew he couldn't explain himself since the evidence was right in his fathers hands before he threw it against the wall. But he still tries,

"F-Father please... let me explain-"

His father immediately kicks his stomach making Travis cough up blood and feel like he's about to vomit from how hard it was.

The pain was nothing like he felt before. Usually he'd feel numb from how he's so used to getting beat up everyday, he's lucky if he's even able to not get beat up on some days, those normally being when his father passed out drunk on the couch.

Or when he's too busy smoking, forgetting Travis even exists which is his favorite thing, forgetting he has a son.

But not only did Travis not feel numb now because it was strong but because he also still had the other wounds his father gave him yesterday and now he felt like he certainly was going to get more or even a worse punishment. Travis then begins to think to himself,

"Don't cry damnit... boys don't cry idiot..."

He thought to himself as his father yells at him, his hearing seems just like a buzz from the pain as his father is beating him up causing even more pain,

seeing his vision get blurry as he holds in his tears and a massive headache as well, when his father finally has enough and stops for what seemed like one hour to Travis,

Travis finally lets himself breathe like he was keeping it in as his father beat him, his breathing heavy as he slightly gasped for air as well, as he tries to clean tears that accidentally slipped out.

He could feel himself bleeding from multiple places as he slowly looks up to his father, Travis still laying on the ground weakly, his blurry vision being able to slightly recognize some blood on the ground which is his own.

And when he weakly looks up to his father he hears his father say the words he hoped since the day he was eight and his father beat him and his mother now finally saying,

"Pack your shit and go, i dont want a faggot of a son and DONT get me started on everything else that disgusts me about you.."

Travis takes a minute to realize the words his father just said his eyes widening as he hears those words, then hearing his father grumbling something else,

"You're just like your mother... a worthless piece of crap who deserves nothing but to die... so "leave" just like that bitch and slut now."