"Do you need me to look away?" Sal asked.
"Yeah." Travis replied, waiting for Sal to turn his head. And once he did, he quickly pulled the sweater off, immediately embarrassed.
"This is so embarrassing." Travis sneered as he folded the sweater and sat it in his lap.
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Sal turned to face Travis now and stared at what he had to work with, instantly filled with shock. "Travis he's broken your ribs, like..actually broke your ribs." Sal said, pointing to each bruise.
There were dents and divots, near holes poked into his skin all around his waist. They were purple and blue, laced around with yellow and brown. Some were so bruised they had scabs from bleeding, and some were so swollen they looked like they could pop.
Sal looked closer into the damage and looked at his collarbones, seeing the imprint of Kenneth's boot, each grove messily printed onto his chest. He looked further and saw scabs traced around the imprint, too. Like the force of the boot had been so intense it cut into his skin.
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"I'm aware they're broken, I'm used to it." Travis mumbled, looking away. "I don't like you staring at me, I feel exposed." Travis said, picking at his jorts, pulling back the fabric and tearing holes into the cloth.
"I'm gonna have to stare, Travis. But I'll be quick." Sal reassured Travis as he grabbed a clean cloth and hydrogen peroxide, disinfecting each wound.
Travis flinched multiple times when it came touching his ribs and waist, freaking out so much from the pain he almost made Sal stop, but he knew it was good for him.
Sal finally finished the worst part and moved on to cleaning Travis' collarbone and chest wound.
"I'm sorry your dad does these things to you. If I could I'd kidnap you and keep you all to my self."
"That's a weird thing to admit, Sal."
"I'm aware."
"And you're fine with admitting that?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow—a barely noticeable smile on his face.
"Yep." Sal laughed beneath his prosthetic as he dabbed the rag on the scabs, causing Travis to hiss in pain.
"I think...I think he cracked my collarbone, too."
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"I think I'm going to skip school tomorrow, maybe."
"That'll be fine." Sal replied, opening a bottle of ointment and applying some of it to Travis' waist.
"Will you stay with me?"
"Probably, I assume Larry's still pissed off at me."
"Why didn't you side with Larry?"
"Because you're my friend, too. And I'm not one for backstabbing."
"Didn't you back stab Larry, though? For hanging out with me, I mean."
"It's not a law that I can't talk to you, Larry holds some grudges because you've knocked me out a few times, but who cares? I don't."
"I do." Travis said as Sal rubbed ointment onto the boot-imprint on Travis' chest.
"Well, don't. I'm not mad anymore."
"I am."
"At who?" Sal raised an eyebrow.
"Myself."
"How come?"
"Because I hurt you. You didn't deserve that, and look at you now. I beat the tar out of you and the one time I'm hurt you help me."
"It's called forgiveness."
"I don't forgive easily." Travis mumbled, looking away.
"I can tell."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I can see that you feel guilty, and you don't know how to let go of that. You need to, though. You'll never be happy if you don't."
"I don't think I'll ever be happy, Sal."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't deserve happiness, according to literally every person in my entire life."
Sal paused for a moment, leaning towards Travis and placing a hand on his cheek. It nearly drove Travis mad, but he held his composure.
"Travis, you deserve as much happiness as any other dumb fucker in this entire world. You are a great person with a shitty dad and anger issues. Yes, you fucked up. But I forgive you, and you need to forgive yourself."
Travis swallowed hard, a pit forming in his stomach. "...Okay."
Sal leaned away and relief washed over Travis, slight nausea hitting him from the rapid change.
"You should be good to go now, all you need to do is rest. Tomorrow we'll skip and just have a chill day, We'll order fast-food or something."
"Actually, can I cook tomorrow? I have money to pay for ingredients..somewhere."
"Sure, I don't mind. Just as long as you don't burn down the house."
"Nah, I'm a pretty good chef."
A/N: I'm sorry I know this is mostly a filler chapter I'm sorry 😭 at least it's fluff😔😔
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•The Note• {Travis x Sal}
Fanfiction[NOTICE: This book takes off a few days after Sal finds the note that Travis wrote and the bathroom scene happens. This is mainly because I don't want to do the build up to said scene, and having to write each piece of dialogue is a pain in the ass...
