Not so pretty..|A Salvis love story|

Chapter two- boys don't cry

// no pov// WARNING!! Mention of abu$e and $h in this chapter :(

Travis had another test and he studied hard for it...only to get a 93...Travis was done for.

When Travis got home he immediately saw his father in the living room sitting on the couch watching TV. "what did you get on your science test Travis.." his father said in a cold tone, "I-I got a 93..i-I'm sorry..I tried my best an-" he was cut of by his father grabbing his wrist so tight he felt like it was going to fall off.

"A FUCKING 93!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU STUPID PEICE OF SHIT!" His father yelled so loud while throwing Travis onto the ground. "Dad, I-I'm sorry, I studied hard for it-" Travis said getting cut off slightly, "NO!! TRAVIS IT'S ALWAYS "I'm sorry" THERE IS NO IM SORRY!! YOUR A MAN TRAVIS!! YOU SHOULD BE GETTING ALL 100'S!!" His father screamed.

His father sighed "you know what...at this point I just am questioning why the fuck I even had you in the first place..." his father was enraged, he scowled and started to brutally hit Travis, which made Travis start bawling "DAD! PLEASE! STOP! I'll TRY HARDER!! IM-I DIDN'T MEAN TO PLEASE!!-" his father kept hitting him harder for crying.

After a couple hours, Travis was bleeding and bruised everywhere..."fuck it, just go to your room you dumb piece of shit..I wish you were never born." His father said in a cold tone. Travis limped his way to his room and just cried and screamed into his pillow "I want mom..." he said to himself.

Travis went to his backpack and pulled out his pencil sharpener, he placed it on the ground and stomped on it, making it break into pieces. He picked up the blade and rolled up his sleeve, his wrist facing the ceiling. He placed the blade to his wrist and put pressure as he cut himself multiple times. After a while there was a couple drops of blood on the floor and blood dripping down his wrist.."he's right...why was I even born..I'm a disgrace..everyone hates me..." but he thought of what Sal had said to him and remembered how sweet his voice was.

He cleaned up the mess her made and hid his blade. He wiped his tears and grabbed a hidden ice pack he had in his closet (he had a mini freezer in his closet) and started placing it on his bruises. "Why can't I just try to befriend Sal..."