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My father wants to kill me, now did that come off strongly? You really have no idea. All it would take is telling him about how I want to live, starting only with liking the same gender. He'd throw me out of the house, already striked me in the throat when I hadn't stood up in the Catholic Church, in which he owned. I was a fool to think I was in control. God failed me, no matter how much I prayed for help or forgiveness for whatever has gone wrong. Now I didn't want to praise him. A stranger that was supposedly in control. Behind the thick walls of the cold house, where nobody was watching. Even the shutters were closed to point where light simply couldn't shine through. My trachea felt like it was tied in a noose, I wheezed like a bitch for precious oxygen. The taste of metal in the back of my mouth after biting my tongue in the process, and salt on the tip from the sub-cautious tears. There was a painfully high ringing in my ears, like a faint whistle while the only the hum of my father's roars shun through. Stumbling onto the floor only to be hauled back onto my feet, his hollering now so close up I could literally get a whiff of that parched breath of his, that occasionally hit my face when he raised his voice to the point where the dogs in the area started howling back. Only when I felt like the world was crumbling beneath me, I heard my bedroom door finally wail shut. He would kill me if he knew.
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Sane Christ ( Sal Fisher x Travis Phelps ) ⚠️NSFW⚠️ ,, For Mature Readers ONLY.
FanfictionCONTAINS VIOLENCE, SELF HARM, SEXUAL TOPICS, AND SPITE OF RELIGION. Cover art was put together by me, but the genuine pictures are not taken by me. The credit goes to the rightful photographer. Travis Phelps always had some sort of eye for men, ver...
