A blurry mystery?

//Hey lovelys so sorry for the slow update- im back now!:)

Tw abuse!!

Travis tried to fight back. The male was too weak against his own father though. So he just gave in and let kenneth drag him.

Kenneth had a tight grip on travis's hair as he dragged him through the parking lot. The boys whines and whimpers could be heard from the pain of being dragged. That only made kenneth angrier.

Travs pov:

My head felt like it was on fire. My strands of hair being yanked some being torn out of my scalp from how rough my father had been. I chocked back tears because i knew deep down if i did let out a sob or a tear father would beat me right here right now.

Boys dont cry, my father says. Boys arent aloud to cry boys arent aloud to feel. Im not aloud to feel because im a boy. Boys are tough, boys are strong. Boys hide pain but usually boys shouldnt have pain. Boys shouldnt have feelings for other boys. Boys should like girls. Homosexuality is a sin, and i dont like other boys.

Right?...

I got thrown out my thoughts as father threw me into the car. My body slamming agaisnt the bsck door all the way across the other side. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming as my side now felt like someone took a scalpel to my bruised skin.

"When we get home, you will have big consequences. And i do not want to see you cry. That will cause more trouble travis." I heard my father say.

My back wasnt even fully healed so i knew i was gonna get a beating insead of the belt or cord. But the beatings have gotten bad over the years. In and out of hospitals because of near death.

Sometimes i like to close my eyes, I like to close my eyes and imagine a new world not so different but a bit. I stay up imagining a happy life one without my father. Sometimes i do imagine my father but hes different. He would actually care. Sometimes when i get beat and i have to hide my tears, i think of my mother coming in and comforting me. Her old wrinkley hands wrapping around me and holding me like she did when i was seven after my father yelled. He would yell alot. I was a kid, and i didnt know even what was to come. But i know hes only doing whats best for me.. and everyones parents beats their children to nearly death multiple times..

Right?

Right..?

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-no ones pov-

Travis couldnt remeber anything after that point. He just saw himself in a room that doesnt look familiar laying on a bed with a boy on his chest. This boy indeed sparks a memory but the boy is so hard to see. Everything is blurry, its like sand floating around air to represent a person. But as the time ticks the more clearer the boy gets.

Blue hair? prosthetic? blue eyes? black sweater? maroon pants? Lavender scent.

Who

is

he..?