devoted to you - dreamnotfound

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TW - Homophobia and use of slurs.

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His father shook with anger, it almost scared Clay. He's seen him angry before, but never this angry.

"You've been sneaking boys into the house haven't you, ay?" He spat.

Clay shook his head rapidly "No, He's my friend"

Friend.

"nothing more, nothing less. Your insane." Clay spat back between his gritted teeth.

George didn't know what to do, was he supposed to just sit there and listen to the two argue? did he need to help Clay? call the police? Surely its a danger to Clay if his father's so heavily homophobic.

Jack scoffed "I didn't raise a faggot." He shoved his pointer finger into Clay's chest, leaving his other hand contained with an empty beer bottle.

Clay could feel his whole body being consumed with anger, If it was one of those 80's cartoons he was sure their would be steam coming out of his ears.

Although, he had to keep his cool.

George decided to speak up, it's been too long now and he could feel something bad were to happen if he didn't.

"I'm coming over, Clay. Don't do anything stupid"

Clay's head snapped towards his computer- completely forgetting to mute himself.

"Fuck, wait no George-"

Before Clay could finish his sentence George had left the call, leaving only him in it.

Clay dug his fingernails into the palm of his hand in fustration, the fact that his father was still there looking at him with such disgust didn't make things better any better.

"Stand up." Jack demanded

Clay hesitated.

"STAND UP" He repeated

Clay lifted himself up off of his chair, Avoiding any sort of eye contact with him.

"See? Look at you. You're too scared to even look your own father in the eyes."

You've been anything but a father to me.

is what clay wanted to say. but instead what came out was-

"Fuck you."

Jack walked closer to Clay and started pushing him backwards repeatedly, hopefully in exchange to get some kind of reaction out of him

"What are you gonna do, Huh? Hit me? Do it."

"Go away"

Clay was pretty sure his palms would be bleeding now from the amount of pressure he was digging into them with.

"Do it. WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH U WANT TO SO JUST DO IT" He shouted into his face, pushing him with more force.

"i said GO AWAY" Clay pushed Jack off of him, leaving him tumbling backwards.

He pulled the empty beer bottle out of Jack's hand and smashed it against the wall, just about missing Jack's head.

"Clay?!" George shouted from the front door, and came walking into his room.

"George, leave. Your gonna get hurt." Clay spat.