PHONE CALLS
"Hi, uhm, I need to report child abuse." Travis couldn't help but stutter, he was absolutely terrified, but the woman at the counter couldn't help but feel heartbroken, hoping that that person being abused wasn't him.
"Okay, who's being abused, and who are you reporting for the abuse?" The woman continued typing on her computer as she heard the words; "I'm being abused. My father, Kenneth Phelps, is the one who is doing it. I have proof." As she looked back up at the boy, she could tell he was on the verge of tears, noticing how there is a bruise on his face, and a black eye.
She typed the information faster into her computer, "Okay, hang on a second." She quickly got up and went into the back, Travis looked back around to Sal, looking towards him with a worried expression, "It's gonna be okay." He whispered towards him.
The woman came back with another officer. "Sir, I need you to come back with me." The man gestured him to walk with him, causing Travis's anxiety to reach through the roof, yet following the man into the questioning room.
"Have a seat." Travis sat down on the chair across from the male police officer, his leg bouncing quickly, showing off the anxiousness bubbling up inside of him.
"I need you to be honest with me, because abuse is a huge crime, and a huge accusation to make. Your father is the church's pastor after all, so, is your father really abusing you, Travis?" It was obvious the man was hesitant at believing the boy, having been in trouble with the law and all before.
"Yes, he really is! I have proof!" Travis tried his best to keep his voice down, but he knew there was going to be hesitance.
"Alright, alright, show me the proof." Travis quickly stood up, "I have bruises, and cuts, all over my body." There were obvious ones on his face and neck, then he pulled up his shirt to show the ones buried underneath it.
The man nodded, quickly writing everything down, as Travis pulled out his phone to review the messages between him and his father, showing everything to the man.
"And there's most likely still blood on the floor in front of the stairs." He sat back down, watching as the police officer scrolled through the hard to bare messages.
"Alright then.." He spoke as he wrote down some more things, "and who are you staying with now? Your mother?" Travis quickly shook his head, "No sir, my mother died years ago." He quickly informed the man, earning a confused facial expression in return,
"Is this not your mother?" The man asked as he pulled out a photo from the file in his hand, sliding it across the table to the unnatural blonde, showing a picture that is no doubt, Travis's mother. She had dark skin like Travis, beautiful silky, dark brown hair, her smile showing off just how kind she is, and her favorite necklace, it was her favorite because it had the initial of her son.
"Yeah, that's her.." He spoke confusedly, trying not to tear up at the beautiful sight of his mother.
"Well, whoever told you she was dead, was lying. Her phone number had been recently updated, along with her drivers license, and this is that picture." Travis couldn't help but tear up out of happiness, putting his hand over his mouth in shock.
"Can I please have her number?" Travis asked desperately, very happy to discover his mother was not dead.
"I'll give it to you once we're done here. I still have a couple more questions." Travis nodded eagerly, now more delighted to answer questions.
Sal was currently bouncing his leg, so anxious to figure out if Travis had been believed or not, despite all the clear evidence.
He quickly sat up once he saw Travis exit the room and into the lobby, his face lit up when he saw he was smiling.
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Soulmates - Salvis
Fanfiction"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" The blue haired boy asked sorrowfully, looking up to the unnatural blonde, dreading his answer. "You need to stop pretending we are in this one." Travis answered the smaller boy aggressively, his fac...
