Created by: owner 2 (Farah) [Blood dripped down my chin, it ran down my hands and face. I was fucked up, bruised and bloody. Panting heavily, I felt the warm, red liquid roll down from my forehead, staining my skin. That bitch thought he could fight me and win? I won't let him. I'm not going to give up and look like a damn weakling.] This story might become a mix of 1st and 3rd person. But will stay in the point of view of Travis Phelps. created: 01/19/24 ended: 00/00/00