Travis walked inside his door, when he heard Jake call for him. Travis ran upstairs and locked his door. He would do anything to get out of there.
"Hey sport, wanna come play some golf with me?" he said.
"No, I'm..doing homework." he said.
"Travis, please. I know why you won't come out. Because you think I'm violent, you think I will hit you. Well, Travis I will NOT hit you! So quit thinking things about me that are not true! I would never hit you!"
Travis froze. Those words "I would never hit you!" echoed in his mind. He took one of his old baseball bats and hit the wall. This made Jake get even madder. So Jake busted the door down and came in.
"Travis, you know I would never hit you, or ever hurt you," he took Travis's arm and squeezed it really really tight. "Right Travis?"
Travis hesitated, and then slowly shook his head yes.
The next day at school, Travis had a mark in the shape of a hand on his arm.
Lily walked down the hall, and Travis stopped her. She took a step the other way, but Travis stepped in front of her.
"Lily, please." he said. "Can we talk?"
"I don't know Travis, can we? Because you seem like you never want to talk to your best friend now. When they try to help, you yell at them, and that hurts."
"Lily, I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't need to blow up at you like I did. I was just so upset because of--"
"Because of who?" Lily asked.
"Umm...no one Lily. You don't need to worry about it. Can we meet, tonight, at Timberlin Park? I've got something to tell you..."
"Hmm...well, okay. This must be very serious, if we're not meeting at Mickey's like we usually do." she said.
He shook his head. "It is."
"Hey sport, wanna come play some golf with me?" he said.
"No, I'm..doing homework." he said.
"Travis, please. I know why you won't come out. Because you think I'm violent, you think I will hit you. Well, Travis I will NOT hit you! So quit thinking things about me that are not true! I would never hit you!"
Travis froze. Those words "I would never hit you!" echoed in his mind. He took one of his old baseball bats and hit the wall. This made Jake get even madder. So Jake busted the door down and came in.
"Travis, you know I would never hit you, or ever hurt you," he took Travis's arm and squeezed it really really tight. "Right Travis?"
Travis hesitated, and then slowly shook his head yes.
The next day at school, Travis had a mark in the shape of a hand on his arm.
Lily walked down the hall, and Travis stopped her. She took a step the other way, but Travis stepped in front of her.
"Lily, please." he said. "Can we talk?"
"I don't know Travis, can we? Because you seem like you never want to talk to your best friend now. When they try to help, you yell at them, and that hurts."
"Lily, I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't need to blow up at you like I did. I was just so upset because of--"
"Because of who?" Lily asked.
"Umm...no one Lily. You don't need to worry about it. Can we meet, tonight, at Timberlin Park? I've got something to tell you..."
"Hmm...well, okay. This must be very serious, if we're not meeting at Mickey's like we usually do." she said.
He shook his head. "It is."