Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Dirty Little Secret

Sal
Its been about a month since Travis and I had our first little... date? Definitely a date.

We swore to secrecy for now. We've had multiple other dates over the month. Travis always says he feels bad he can't take me out on a 'real date'.

A real date, to him, is going out somewhere like a movie or dinner. Which I know he can't do... at least not yet.

We don't interact in the hallways, except for when he 'trips' me or some shit like that. However lately when he does these things, I can barely pretend to be angry about it.

I haven't told anyone, not even Larry! But that makes it all the more fun when Travis sneaks me into an empty classroom to make out.

It's not like I don't want anyone to know. I would love to be able to gripe about him to Larry and Ash and Todd, but Travis is scared of anyone knowing.

"I don't think my father would take it so keen if someone.. told." He always says.

I've tried to explain to him that Larry, Todd, nor Ash would rat on him, but he's cautious. I'm okay with that.

Besides, it's kind of hot when he whispers in my ear about being his dirty little secret.

Travis
I just want the world to know about Sal and I. If it wasn't so risky, I would be telling everyone.

For the sake of my life, I had Sal promise he wouldn't say a word. He agreed, no questions asked.
I haven't exactly explained the situation with my father yet.

He knows that he is a priest and runs the ministry, so he knows he's not keen on.. whatever, but I haven't told him about the temper. I know he saw something, that one time.

I told him it wasn't like what he thought it was, that he didn't usually do that but I had just pissed him off.

Sal is like.. my only peace. When I want to break down, scream, and punch myself in the face, it's like Sal is always there to make me feel like a person again.

I've felt so empty all these years, and he's brought something out of me that I didn't even know I still had.

Love.

I know it hasnt been long.. about a month since our first real date, and maybe 3 months of talking, but he made me feel so good.
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"Good evening, Travis, long time no see."

I smiled at my therapist and sat in the well known leather seat that broke my ass, "Hi." I replied awkwardly.

She looked over her clipboard with a thick stack of papers and rolled her chair to face me.

"Have you been taking your medication?"

"Uh- yes. I have." I smile awkwardly, fiddling my thumbs.

Ms. Therapist looks at me through her thick glasses, "You seem oddly chipper, Travis.. why the sudden change in heart?"

Just thinking about him, my heart pounded excitedly, "Well.." I said, taking a breath, "I found a purpose."

Sal
"How was therapy?" I asked.

Travis and I sat behind the apartments, that way if Larry came out his door, he wouldn't see us.  I didn't have my prosthetic on, it sat on the ground beside of me.

Trav leaned his head on my shoulder, "Stupid." He answered.

I scoffed, bringing my hand up to rub his cheek, "Why was it stupid?"

"All she talks about is my mood, my anger, and my medication."

He made me giggle, I flicked his forehead, "That's what therapy's about, dumbass."

Travis lifted his head up from my shoulder and looked at me with a false coldness in his eyes, "Did you call me a dumbass?"

I grinned smugly, shrugging, "If the shoe fits."

He looked at me with those eyes- like thin icey mints staring into my heart, then gently pressed his lips to my cheek.

My face warmed up, and I playfully shoved him back, "Stop distracting me. I'm trying to talk about your day."

He rolled his eyes, leaning back on his hands, "Why can't we talk about your day?"

I sighed, "My day was boring until now. That's it."

Travis shrugged his shoulders, "That's it for me, too. Except it's still boring." He joked.

I laughed quietly and picked up a rock, gently tossing it at him, "Youre a jerk."

"Trust me, I know."

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Travis
The sun had gone down by the time I got home. Behind the door I could already hear them yelling.

"Why must you be so hateful!?" My mother screamed, her voice sounded hoarse and tired, like she'd been crying.

Quietly, I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.

My father's voice boomed compared to my mothers weak one, "I PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY! And you thank me by saying I'm HATEFUL!?"

I watched as he reared back and smacked Mother across her face, hard enough to send her into the counter.

My blood boiled as I heard her sobs, and I stomped into the kitchen, "What's going on?" My eyes darted between the two of them.

"Travis-" my mother looked up at me, her mascara running down her cheeks and her eyes red and puffy, she smiled sadly, "go upstairs, baby, it's okay."

I shook my head, repeating myself, "What's going on?"

Father immediately turned onto me, "Can't you mind your business, boy?"

My head swirled with anxiety, my hands clammy and shaking, "I'm sorry, sir, I just want to kno-"

He pushed me hard into the fridge, it rocked backwards as my back slammed into it. I winced and grunted, but before I could open my eyes, Father grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the floor.

My eyes threatened tears as I looked up at him and my mother. Mother's face contorted and red as she cried silently.
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I sighed and stood up from the floor, my fathers angry bulging eyes following me all the way till I got to my feet.

"My apologies, sir." I said quietly, before leaving the kitchen to head upstairs.

What a fucking nightmare.