Is it wrong...If I love you? (SalxLarry)

Chapter 9 - Everything's gonna be ok

Hiya, a few trigger warnings and a small (ok quite large ;) ) smut warning >.<

Sally was back in the school bathrooms, he heard footsteps booming down the corridor. He started to panic, looking for a place to hide, but it was too late, all he saw was Travis running towards him, his hand pulling Sal's shirt, bringing him closer. Travis' tongue turned almost snake-like, it pushed its way into Sal's mouth, slithering down his throat.  Sal protested and tried to bite the tongue but he didn't even flinch. Sal felt something slimy begin to cover his body, Travis smirking at Sally's fear. He managed to call out, 

"Travis! Travis please"

 But to no good came of it. He felt Travis come closer, pressing his body against Sal's, Sal screamed once again, hoping someone would hear him. He heard another set of footsteps come down the corridor, he screamed louder to attract their attention. The person came round the corner, Sal recognised them in an instant,

"Larry! Larry help me please."

The sounds came out muffled but were audible. Larry looked into Sally's eyes, his own filling with disgust. Larry glared at Sally and shook his head, moving towards the bathroom door,

"Disgusting, you don't deserve my help, you deserve what you get, freak"

With that, Larry stormed out of the bathrooms, leaving Sal still cornered by Travis. He could still hear Larry's words, echoing in his head. Sal suddenly felt light-headed, his ears started ringing. He felt the room spin, before he came crashing down to the floor...

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Sally sat bolt upright, tears streaming down his face, he removed his mask to wipe them away. He looked around the room, Larry was sat by the side of the bed, terrified. Sal quickly replaced his mask, feeling vulnerable without it. Larry tried to put his hand on Sal's mask to stop him but Sal yanked it away from him. 

"Sal... don't be like that, just tell me what's wrong? I know that you didn't have an episode earlier...so please tell me"

Larry got up and sat on the bed next to Sal, but didn't dare touch him. Sal sat with his head in his hands, thinking over his dream. He pulled down the collar of his shirt, exposing all the bruises and hickeys Travis had left. Larry moved to see them better and gasped,

"Sally face... I'm so sorry dude, you should have told me I was being rough..."

Sal cut him off,

"No Larry, you didn't make them... someone else did"

He turned to look at Larry, watching his face contort with anger. He took Larry's hand, hoping it would calm him down. Larry jumped up, pacing the room. 

"Who Sal? Who did it to you? I'll go fucking kill them! Wait, you aren't hurt more are you?" 

Larry pulled Sal up into a hug, trying to avoid putting pressure on his body, just in case. Sal shook his head, not wanting to tell Larry the truth. 

"It's ok Larry, I'm ok. It's dealt with, don't worry about me." He relaxed in Larry's arms, feeling safe. Larry drew breath to speak but Sally hugged him harder to make him stop talking. Larry reached up and undid Sal's prosthetic, knowing he was probably crying underneath. He wiped away the tears, looking down at his short adorable boyfriend. 

"Just tell me who babe, that's all I ask" 

Sal started to panic, he didn't want to tell Larry that Travis had hurt him, he knew that if Larry knew then he would literally kill Travis, not that he didn't deserve it but that was besides that point.