Real Care : A Sal x Travis Fan Fiction

I Cant Get A Break..

(Hello! I'm Lee! If you're new here- I just want to let you guys know I am currently rewriting this book in more detail and the third person!!! Updates might be slower because of me rewriting this story! Just be aware please, and enjoy the new' Real Care '!)- Lee

October 2nd, 1993:

11:57 A.M.

Nockfell High School:

Travis' head hit the dirty white gym locker room wall- it spattered with droplets of blood, sprinkling bright against the white background. Red blood.

His blood.

"look at the little fag! What's wrong with you Phelps? Can't fight like a man?" a member of the Nockfell Basketball team teased- finding it a pleasure to cause someone so much pain and agony like it was entertainment. They found the brutality appealing to their sick senses of humor.

It was actually really ironic, a classic trope- all the guys on a sports team, ganging up and beating the shit out of someone else, they were useless on their own- bunch of pussies by Travis' account- but together they formed a pod of douchebags that we're sickeningly invincible. Travis almost sucked at his own teeth at the tasteless cheesiness of the whole situation.

Travis retreated from the lockers and held the back of his head firmly, grunting in pain as he stumbled through the locker room. He needed to get out before they could find him again. For such a poor school, the gym lockeroom was surprisingly large. No matter what the school actually needed, the yearly budget would always be dedicated to the sport's teams. Travis heard the very familiar echo of laughing and teasing comments about Travis being a homo, and a pussy. He seethed with rage yet quieted down to clench his fist instead of crying. He couldn't cry- he wouldn't let those assholes see him cry. Travis' eyes went blurry, but even then, someone still managed to trip him up, pushing his face up against a bench
"What's the matter twink? Can't stay up? Eat ass you Nancy" Another boy laughed, looking to the others for their approval- god their axe stank like wet dog. It was insufferable.
Travis let out a angry yell as his nose was broken against the bench, in return letting out a cry. Travis closed his eyes tightly, thinking that if he shut out in sight the pain would go away. Oh, it did not.

"I..AM NOT A FAG." Travis gave a shout of warning to the boys, but he was brought right back to where he started, feeling the broken pieces of his nose shift- and of course he was in unreasonable agony. The men finally let him go. Travis stumbled to his feet as hot blood dripped in a trail down his nose and lips. He held himself steady with one hand and wiped the blood with the back of his other, panting. He was almost there. Almost done for the day. Then he could go home and start over- he could go home and rest. But no, of course it wasn't over, as Travis finally opened his eyes, looking up, he came face to face with Tristen. "Look! So gay for me he walked right to me! Want me to be your boyfriend travyyy, I bet you'd love to suck me off! I bet he'd beg for it!" Tristen wheezed in laughter. "Go on cock sucker- beg." Tristen stated, refusing to let Travis past until he heard it.

Travis was real fed up now. His fingernails digging into his own palm. "Let me go." Travis stated, and they laughed some more at him. Travis couldn't hold back, spitting some blood on Tristens show.

 "I'll fuckin kill you.."

"Ugh! My shoes! Do you know how expensive these were?! The fuck did you say to me?!"

The captain, the insufferable dick with a god complex, Tristen, almost barked- bringing his hand to his ear and leaning down to Travis' bruised body.