|Chapter 3|

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Travis P.O.V
The walk home was horrible. I just kept thinking about what he was going to do. And how much it might hurt. Those thoughts were all shut down when I rounded the corner and saw my house. I'm petrified. I slowly walk up my steps. As I go to reach for the doorknob but the door opens. I see my dad. He graps my shirt and pulls me inside. He drags me to the couch and shoves me on it.
"Why the- FUCK DID I GET A CALL SAYING YOU STARTED A FIGHT?!" My dad yelled at me. Going from zero to one hundred in a second.
"I-I didn't!" I stuttered. "The principle just accused us! He didn't even lis-" I was stopped by a sharp, stinging, slap to the face.
"Don't you ever make up excuses to me boy. Or you won't live to see tomorrow. No get the fuck out of my site!" He demanded.
"Yes s-sir!" I said running off.
I ran to my room laying down on my bed. Hiding under my sheets. Hoping hiss anger wont carry on to tomorrow. But the chances of it not are low. Like extremely low. Which will be fine I guess, I'm use to it by now.
As my heart rate slows down from running I start to notice the pain in my cheek again.

A/N sorry its so short but im trying work hard and make this book good.

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