Enemies (Travis Phelps x Reader)

Chapter 14

Y/N=Your name
L/N=Last name
F/C=Favorite color
F/F=Favorite food
F/S=Favorite subject
H/C=Hair color
H/L=Hair length
E/C=Eye color
S/C=Skin color
N/N=Nickname
F/A=Favorite animal

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Travis P.O.V

 We were walking down the street, and she never let go of my hand. It was nice to have someone comfort you when you're in pain or stress. She takes my pain away, while Sally Face brings me pain. Their like an angel and a devil. Y/N being the angel and Sally Face being the devil.

 Has Y/N been sent down from heaven to help me? Probably not, that's just foolishness. She would make a good guardian spirit though...

 Soon enough I spot my house, and my stress took me under. I felt tears building up in my eyes, I tried to blink them away, but I'm sure Y/N noticed them. She hasn't stopped looking at me since we left the apartments.

 Once we arrived; which seemed like it took forever, I felt more nervous than I already was. What can I say? I'm always nervous in front of my father, but with Y/N here, it's worse. I really hope that he does like her. If not, then we're going to have a slight issue.

 Y/N looked away for the first time we were walking. Then I felt her squeeze my hand. "Hey..."Y/N whispered, turning back to me. I looked back at her, with a frown plastered on my face. "Don't be nervous, okay?"She got on her tippy-toes to pat my head. How adorable. "I'll make sure that he'll like me!"Y/N pronounced cockily.

  I sighed, but I quickly dismissed this with a small smile. "I guess you're right. But N/N...you have to promise me something, okay?"I said slowly, like I was trying to warn her. I didn't bother going on after that, since we just walked up the stairs to the door to my house.

 Slowly opening the door, I took a deep breath in, then releasing it shakily. I looked over at Y/N and I saw that she was nervous as well.

 My father must've heard the door open due to the fact that he was marching down the stairs, his face was dark and he held a stern frown on his face. "Ah, so you must be Travis' "friend"My father spoke with a strong voice to Y/N. She tensed right up as he looked at her. "You better not be another Travis."His voice was held with hatred in it. The was he said my name made me want to cry. Of course, it's no surprise that my father absolutely hate me.

 I wanted to do something, to run, to get away, but to no avail, I couldn't. "Yes father, she isn't like me at all."I said as proper as I could. Then again, it turned out to come out as a shaky voice. I always try to seem brave when speaking to my father, but it never happens.

 "Shut it, boy! I wasn't talking to you."His voiced boomed, he took one step towards me. I backed up and Y/N stepped in front of me. 

 "You know what?"Y/N spoke back to my father, which he responded with a wry grin. Why was she going to continue? If she continues then it's going to be all over. "I am another Travis! And you wanna know something, Phelps?"She yelled at my father, his expression was unreadable, but I could tell something bad was going to happen.

 "Don't you dare raise your voice at me, young lady."My father said sternly, warning Y/N. "I feel like you'll be encouraging my son into doing a lot of sins."He continued. I wanted to punch, to kick, to scream, or to do whatever. I was just frozen there, I couldn't move at all. The fear has taken over me.

 "Actually, I'm helping him be who he is!"Y/N said in a low tone. "You don't know your son at all, Mr. Phelps..."She looked away and when she looked back, my fathers hand was about to connect with her face. Her poor face, if anything happens to her...It will be all my fault...But I keep telling myself; it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault...

 Everything was moving in slow motion for me. I had two paths I could choose from; I could take the hit, or I could run away.

 I made my decision. Instead of Y/N getting slapped across the face, I pushed her out of the way. Tears pricked my eyes as the stinging began. "Travis!"Y/N shouted as she watched me getting slapped across my face.

 The slow-motion movements stopped. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say next. I peered over to see my fathers' reaction. His face was full of shock, but he held a smirk on his face. He started to chuckle, which startled both Y/N and I.

 "You finally got some guts, boy."My father laughed at me, watching me in pain. "It took so long, but I finally got you to stand up for someone else."He patted my head.

 What the hell? I am so confused by this. Was this just an act? Was he only acting this way in front of Y/N to make him seem like he's not the bad guy? But he just hit his own son; me, Travis Phelps. So obviously, Y/N would think that my father is the bad guy, right?

 "Mr. Phelps, I don't think that was necessary..."Y/N was the next one to speak, her voice was shaky, nervous and a hint of anger. Taking enough of this, I sat down, hugging my knees into my chest. I started to rock back and forth. The tears were coming, I couldn't keep them back anymore.

 Y/N looked over at me with a sad expression. She walked over to me and sat down on her knees, hugging me. "It's not my fault he's a queer."My father spat at Y/N. "You probably don't understand having a queer son, who's Christian. IT'S A SIN!"He yelled, coming towards Y/N and I.

 I eyed my father, giving him the angriest look I could manage. I wiped my tears away. "Step the fuck back, father!"I screamed, standing up quickly. "You know what? I am gay! I'm actually Bisexual, I'm a sin to God, so what? He'll forgive, but you won't."I spat at my father. I'm finally doing it, I'm standing up to my father. "And you wanna know what? If you have the audacity to hit your own son, then you're a sin. You're a fucking sin, okay?"I yelled once more, and boy did it feel good to get all of that off of my chest.

 Now the real question is; What's going to happen next?