I'll Never Forget

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TW's:
-A really bad injury
-Emotional abuse
-Homophobia
(Whole chapter)

Clay's POV

My dad came back twenty minutes later with his car. I had been crying the whole time and I was almost glad when I saw my dad. My trainer lifted me up and carried me to the car. I sat down in the backseat, holding my leg on the seats. The pain was immeasurable, but I finally managed to stop crying.

I closed my eyes and sat back against the door of car as my dad started driving. 'We aren't going to the hospital, Clay. You're just a pussy and tomorrow you can just go to training again.'

'I have a lot of pain, dad. I can't go to training.'

'Nothing is torn, you're just exaggerating.'

'Even if it's not torn, it's at least stretched. I need to rest for a bit.'

'You have an important match coming up.'

'I can't walk, I need to go to the hospital.'

'You're such a pussy, you're just going to bed and it'll be fine tomorrow.'

I figured that arguing wouldn't help at all, he wasn't going to bring me to the hospital. He kept driving and stepped on the brakes as we came home. He stepped out of the car and let me sit alone here. I sighed and grabbed my phone, calling my mum. She accepted the call almost immediately.

'Clay?'

'Can you come outside? Dad left me in the car and I can't walk.'

I waited for a bit and my mum ended the call. I sat in silence and then the door opened. My mum looked at me with tears in her eyes. 'I'm so sorry that your dad treats you like this. What happened, sweetie?'

'Someone made me fall and I can't walk anymore.'

'Sweetie, I'm not so strong. I wish I could lift you up, I can go ask the neighbour for help.'

I nodded slowly. 'I can't put any pressure on it.'

'Wait here, I'll be back in a minute.' My mum ran off and I waited again, trying to sit as comfortably as possible. It took my mum around three minutes to come back with the neighbour.

He opened the car and smiled at me. 'Are you okay?'

I shrugged. 'I can't walk.'

He nodded and grabbed my hands, lifting me up slowly. I tried not to scream as he lifted me up to carry me inside.

After a while, I was finally inside and I laid down on the couch with my leg up high as I had ice all around it. Tears kept rolling down my face as everything in my life seemed to be collapsing.

My dad hated me, I couldn't see George anymore since I was outed and videos of me went all around the internet, I had a bad injury and I felt broken and alone.

I had decided to sleep on the couch since I couldn't get upstairs. My mum had given me a blanket and a pillow, but I couldn't fall asleep. I  took medication against the pain, but the pain was way worse and it didn't help in the slightest.

I ended up falling asleep late at night and the next morning, I woke up with even more pain than the day before. My ankle was incredibly swollen, really red and very hurt. I knew for sure something was completely wrong, but my dad didn't want to take me to the hospital. Since we only had one car at home, my mum couldn't bring me there either.

My day was incredibly boring since I couldn't move at all. I was crying all day because of the immense pain and went to sleep early, waking up with still as much pain as before.

My dad came downstairs early in the morning and he looked at me. 'You have rested for long enough now, you can walk.'

'I can't, dad. I actually can't move my ankle. Can you please take me to the doctor? I have so much pain.'

'You're a pussy.'

'Okay, we can see if I am at the doctor.'

'It's just because you're gay.'

'Excuse me? I injured my ankle because I'm gay?'

'No, you're complaining because you're gay.'

'What? How?'

'All gays are pussies.'

'Just bring me to hospital. I'm not any different to any guy on this earth, just because I like boys instead of girls.'

'You are different than them, because they like girls and you're gross.'

'Can you stop? You're hurting my feelings, I've done nothing wrong.'

'You have done everything that you could have done wrong, wrong.'

'Just because I kissed a boy? If I wouldn't have kissed a boy, would you still have loved me?'

'You've always been disappointing, but I would have still loved you.'

'What do you want me to do then? Kiss a girl when I hate it? Isn't that an even worse thing to do? Kiss someone without having any feelings for them. I just want to see George again, I'm bored and I'm sad all day. Can I just have him come over?'

'Just to make out? Are you kidding me?'

'No, not to make out. Just to talk with him, because he's my best friend.'

'Best friends don't usually make out.'

I felt tears stinging in my eyes and sighed softly. 'Can you bring me to the hospital?'

'Whatever is going on with your ankle, you're going to participate in the match that's coming up. You can walk to the car yourself, I don't want to touch such a gross person like you.'

Since my mum was still sleeping, I crawled off the couch. I started crawling to the door as I felt tears stream down my face.

'I can't walk, please help me.'

My dad rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving me alone in the room. With all the strength I had, I stood up and on one leg, I continued going to the car. The pain was immeasurable, but I had to continue.

I managed to get in the car and when my dad started driving, I completely broke down. My dad yelled at me for crying and I silently sobbed as I stared at my ankle. I was so incredibly sad.

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Summary:
Clay's dad is just a dick and doesn't want to take Clay to the hospital, BUT DOES ANYWAY