WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT FOR THE LAST 500 WORDS! I just needed an idea to write Dx
|ZANE'S POV|
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I am so embarrassed. He thinks I'm a girl.
Great.
"Come in, mister..."
"Just Zane."
"Alrighty, come in Zane! Try to keep Travis away from the kitchen for me, we wouldn't want him to injure himself."
I nodd as I take off my shoes and coat.
I look up at Travis which is really tempted to see what's going on.
"Travis.. Want to see something cool?"
I say, as I pass him my phone and open the camera.
Surprisingly my idea worked, as he was amazed to see himself in my phone.
"Who is this! He looks good.."
He says, biting his bottom lip.
I smile, and guide him to a chair where he can play around with his new.. 'buddy' in the screen.
"Travis drank a lot tonight. He might not go to school tomorrow.."
His Dad said in disappointment.
"I see that he drank a lot. He's completely off."
I say.
I play around with Travis' white hair, then pause.
"Why would you let him drink alcohol?"
I say in suspicion.
"I tried taking it away from him but he chugged down a bottle of beer in only a few moments."
The father says, disappointed.
I nodd.
"How is he so good at playing mirror?!"
Travis yells, somehow impressed.
~~~~~~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~~~~~
I took my phone from Travis' hands.
"Dinner's ready!"
I heard his Dad say.
I sit down at the table, waiting before eating.
I mean- I was raised in a.. classy way? I would get hit if I ate before everyone was at the table.
I frown, and arch my back.
"Are you okay? You seem.. down- all of the sudden."
I look up and nod my head.
"I'll be fine- I just.. Didn't realize that I looked grouchy."
Travis' Dad smiles.
He sits down, waiting.
"Go ahead, eat."
He says, with a large grin on his face.
Travis starts imitating him.
"Eaat before I ma-make you!"
He yelled, banging on the table.
I jumped, and slowly grabbed my fork.
I started eating as they watched me.
"So?"
The father said, smiling.
My eyes widened.
"This is great!"
I smiled.
~~~~~~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~~~~~
"You seemed to have gotten a lot of food Zane, aren't you full?"
Travis' Dad said, worried.
"I don't eat a lot lately, so this did me good. I really appreciate it!"
I smiled.
"Dad! I want Zane to s-tay!"
Travis yelled, not knowing he was speaking so loudly.
His father looked towards me with the 'So-is-it-a-yes' look.
I nodd.
"Sure Travis, you can go in your room."
The white haired male grabbed me by my wrist pulling me upstairs.
He slams his room door, and sits next to me.
"I'm bored!"
He whines.
I sigh.
"We just got into your room though?"
Travis keeps whining and whining.
"Okay, okay! Fine. What do you want to do?"
"What do you mean? I don't feel like doing much."
I facepalm.
"Why don't we play a game?"
I suggest.
He jumps up and down in excitement.
"Yes yes yes! Truth or dare! Truth or dare!"
He yells.
//How cliché.. I need to write something y'all please don't yell at me in the comments..//
"I'll start!"
The white haired boy smiled.
"Truth or Dare Zane?!"
I sigh.
"Alright! Zane.."
"Why were you gone all day?"
He frowns.
My eyes widen in shock.
"U-Uh.. I was hurt today. I wasn't feeling well."
"Don't take me for a dumbass, Zane."
He stood up, and leaned towards me, setting his hands on each side of me.
"Where the hell were you? And why didn't you come to school."
He inches closer.
"I.."
I close my eyes and sigh.
"I.. tried to hurt myself. Two days ago."
I can't believe I'm saying that to a drunk..
I'll try to avoid telling him about the cut- it'll just worry him.
"In what way did you try hurting yourself?"
I groan.
Jesus, congratulations Zane, you probably have the most karma.
"I-I can't tell you."
Travis grabs my face with one his hands.
"I didn't hear that, can you say that again?"
"I can't tell you, Travis."
He pushes me down on the bed, and gets over me.
"You clearly want to avoid telling me."
As he said that, I notice his skin turning purple. Like the Majicks Vs. Witchcraft cupcake thing..
"I- I cut myself?! Alright?!"
I yell, terrified.
"Why?.."
He says, in a saddening voice.
I look off to the side, trying not to make eye contact.
"WHY?!"
He yelled, tightening his grip, making me gasp.
"I..!"
I shut my mouth, and start to tear up.
"I'm not saying."
I say, trying to keep myself from crying.
He growls, as his hands grew larger, and his fingers pointy.
"Travis, stop it!"
I yell, trying to break free.
Instead of doing as said, he leans closer, brought my hands over my head, and getting them both in one hand. I try once more to set myself free, but my plan failed.
He takes my shirt out from under my pants, and put his free hand under it. I start panicking.
"Travis, Travis! Let go!"
I yell again. He sits on top of my legs, so I can't kick him. All of the sudden, I had felt something starting to rub my chest.
I bite my lip.
"Zane, don't you like that?"
Travis grins.
"N-No.. stop, please.."
I say, struggling.
"Then, why did you cut yourself?"
The now demon-like figure says.
"I- Can't tell you."
I muttered.
"Hm?"
"I can't tell you!"
"Fine then."
He takes his hand out from under my shirt, and reaches down to his pants. He undoes his belt, and wraps it around my wrists.
"Travis, that hurts! I told you stop!"
I yell once more, glaring at Travis.
He looks up, annoyed.
"Isn't it clear?"
He smirks, lift my shirt up.
"You won't tell me why you did it.."
He leans down to my stomach.
"So I'm MAKING you say it."
He starts licking.
I arch my back, but no sound comes out of my mouth.
He eventually gets to my chest.
"No sound yet? How surprising."
Travis smirks, and gets off of me.
I breathe heavily, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
The demon-Travis come up to my neck, and starts sucking at it.
I can't handle it anymore..
I let a small noise come out.
"Ngh.."
I feel him smirking.. Ugh.
He shoves his hand under my shirt and starts rubbing my chest again.
"Travi-"
"You can't say anything other than want I want."
Travis says, as he lays off of my neck. He then proceeds to take off his shirt.
I blush madly.
"I swear to Irene, you bastard!"
I scream.
Luckily I hear footsteps getting louder.
Travis takes his belt off of my wrists, and put it next to me. He lowers my shirt, and sits back down on the bed.
"Travis! What's going on in here?!"
I hear his Dad yell, barging into the room.
"Hey Dad! Zane and I thought it was hot in the room, so I had to take my shirt off!"
Travis lied, with quite a convincing smile.
"Travis, your skin turned purple again, are you okay?"
Travis looks down at his hands.
"Oh- Yeah! I guess it's just a side effect from the alcohol."
I sit up, still blushing a bit.
"Alright. You two should get ready to sleep."
Travis' Dad says, turning around and closing the door.
"You can't say what happened just then to ANYONE."
He said, seeming more sober than dinner time.
I nodd my head, in panic.
I get my shirt back under my pants, and stand up.
"I'm.. going back home." I said, opening the door.
I turn around, a look at Travis once more.
"..Bye."
I walk out and close the door.
I REGRET WRITING THIS SO BAD LMAO
PLEASE KILL ME NOW
~Sam/Author~Chan
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FanfictionIt all starts with a boy named Zane. One would describe him as, small, a loner, and even emo. Deep down he'd always had trouble communicating with others of his interests, so he had to hide himself for most of his life. But one day.. It all change...
