🧷·˚ ༘ ||"Fights, jealousy, and care.."

(Domestic violence and crime, report it!!)

You always helped Travis hide his bruises, dried his tears, always cared for him and did everything for him. And yet he felt so useless that he couldn't give it all back.

One day, Travis's father had punched the blonde very hard, slamming Travis' head against the corner of a wooden table, bloodied, and he walked to your house, as he normally do when he needs your solace. But when his father discovered this. He slapped you. It was painful and confusing.

When you arrived at school, with the red mark of the slap, Travis immediately recognized who had done it. Guilt stuck in the blonde's flesh "Gods..i-i so sorry for not helping you..he is just a stupid fucking selfish old man.." He said, wiping the blood of your nose that ran to your lips, he was so worried and feeling so guilty, but at the same time so possessive..