Dirty Little Secret || Salvis

"Travis scoffed to himself. Help? Nobody could help him, he was hopeless, an emotionless monster. He'd hurt Sal just for a laugh, and he knew it was wrong, too, yet did it anyway. It wasn't fair how free Sal was, not when he dyed his hair and wore those clothes, he was a freak. So why was he so happy? And why did everyone seem to love him so much? Travis did everything he could to be the perfect son in his father's image. He'd go to church, maintain good grades, do his chores, follow any order his father gave him, and try to turn people towards god, so why did he still feel so miserable?"

Warning, this fic contains(and mentions quite often):
-Abuse
-Internalized homophobia
-Homophobic slurs

If you are someone who gets triggered by physical abuse, please read with caution, as the abuse happens in the majority of the chapters, and the last thing I want is someone getting triggered. Please take care<3

I also have this story on ao3, if you would like to read it there my user is radioactivevin