People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)

A simple conversation for one can mean so much to another. For years after graduation, Travis Phelps has been visited by the man who seemed to be the only person in the world that had ever offered help and support to him, but hate has always prevaled his ability to accept his help, even in his darkest of times. Travis, now grown into a pastor, has to decide whether to keep within the familiarity in his ways- or accept the only hand that had ever been held out to him. But first, there needed to be a conversation. This Fanfiction will contain: Religious themes Religious Trauma Familial Abuse (Mental and Physical) LGBTQ+ themes Sex Mentions of Incest Racism Mysterious death these themes are not for everyone, but its part of this story. I do not condone the negative topics within this story. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. Thank you.

The last person Sal thought he'd end up falling for was Travis Phelps, but as he'd learned time and time again, the unexpected was to be expected. WORD COUNT: 160,833 STARTED: NOVEMBER 12, 2021 FINISHED: DECEMBER 27, 2022