I'll Never Forget

18

TW's:
-(Child) abuse+domestic violence
-A very bad injury
-Homophobia

Clay's POV

TW (CHILD) ABUSE/HOMOPHOBIA

As I arrived at home, I got pushed inside. I had a lot of pain, but my dad didn't care at all. He started hitting me in my face and kicked my ribs a few times. I had trouble breathing, but I managed to stand up to sit down on the couch.

'You are a failure, Clay. There's nothing you can do right. You can't make us happy in any way, I hate you. I genuinely hate you.'

'It's not that bad,' I whispered.

'Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?' I got hit again and curled myself up like a ball.

'Don't hurt me, please.'

My dad grabbed my shoulders and heavily shook me. My head hit the wall behind me and I winced, hiding my hands in front of my face. I suddenly felt my dad grab my wrist with my bracelet and I tried pulling away.

'Don't touch my bracelet, it's important to me.'

'Didn't George wear the same bracelet, Clay?'

'N-no, please leave me alone.'

My dad didn't leave me alone at all and then did the worst thing he could have possibly done. He ripped my bracelet off and threw it on the ground as he started hitting me again.

TW DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

My mum ran downstairs now and looked at my dad beating me up completely. She pushed my dad away in a hopeless attempt to get him to stop, but he hit her too.

TW DOMESTIC VIOLENCE OVER
TW (CHILD) ABUSE OVER

TW EMOTIONAL ABUSE/HOMOPHOBIA

'Give my bracelet back,' I whispered. 'It's very important to me.'

My mum quickly grabbed it and hid it in her pocket as my dad lifted me up and pushed me on the ground. 'To the car, now.'

'Stop this, he's your son. Why are you doing this to him?'

'Because he was making out with a boy again.'

'Let him decide what he wants, please leave him alone.'

I knew this was completely escalating and I managed to get to the car. I didn't want to go against him anymore and climbed in the car. I didn't have my crutches nor my wheelchair, so this wasn't going to be too much fun.

My dad drove away as he constantly screamed and swore at me and we arrived at the football field. He pushed me out of the car. 'You're going to play with them now. Since you don't play football anymore, you have completely gone the wrong way. You're just making out with guys, because you're bored.'

'I'm not bored and I-.' I stopped myself since I would only make it worse.

I got lifted up and he looked at me furiously. 'WALK, and don't you dare show any sign of being in pain. You're just exaggerating.'

I slowly put my foot on the ground and as soon as I put a bit of pressure on it, I collapsed on the ground, letting out a scream because of the pain. My dad lifted me up and forced me to walk again. I had never squeezed my hands tighter than I did now, because I was in so much pain.

I managed to get to the football field on one leg as I had tears rolling down my face. 'Stand on two feet, right now.'

I nodded slowly and rested my foot on the ground, not putting any pressure on it. The trainer saw us and ran to us. 'Clay? How are you?'

'He's coming to train again,' my dad said. 'His ligaments only stretched out a bit, he's totally fine.'

'He doesn't seem fine.' I didn't know if he was talking about my extremely bruised face or the tears in my eyes, but everything together didn't really make me look fine.

'I don't care what he seems like, he's just exaggerating, because he doesn't want to play football anymore. He's completely drifting away from it, visiting guys to kiss with, just to hide his boredom.'

'It was just one guy,' I yelled. 'I like him, I'm not kissing him because I'm bored. I'm kissing him because I love him.'

'He genuinely thinks he's gay,' my dad laughed and he pushed me to the field. 'Train NOW.'

TW OVER

My dad sat down on the bleachers and my trainer looked at me. 'Are you okay? What has he done to you?'

'Nothing important.'

'Why is your face this bruised, Clay?'

I shrugged. 'He's just mad sometimes.'

'And then he beats you up?'

'I guess it's fair, he walked in on me making out with a boy. It wasn't a surprise that he would hit me.'

'Why are you here?'

'To train.'

'But are you able to? You seem to be in a lot of pain.'

I shrugged. 'I guess I'm fine.'

I didn't dare to tell him that I absolutely wasn't and that I was dying because of the pain. Instead, I lied that I was okay and able to train when I absolutely wasn't even close to being able to train.

I bit my lip as I slowly started walking to the middle of the field and felt tears stinging in my eyes. My ankle was hurting so incredibly much and I wanted to scream of the pain.

I just didn't dare to go against anything my dad said. I didn't want to get beaten up even more, I just had to fight against the pain for a bit.

When I was in the middle of the field, Brian looked at me angrily. 'Why are you here?'

'What do you think, dumbass?'

'I don't need you here, I'm way better than you as team leader.'

'Congrats.'

TW HOMOPHOBIA

'Pfft, your bracelet is gone. Did you finally realise how gross you are?'

I pressed my lips together and turned around to stand in the right position. I was sick of him, but Brian came after me. 'Did your fake boyfriend beat you up?'

'No, my dad beat me up,' I said. I didn't look at him since I looked behind him, seeing the game start.

Brian seemed to startled from my answer and quickly ran off after, leaving me in my position with the most pain I had ever had.

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Summary:
Clay gets beaten up, gets forced to go train after being sworn at for minutes. He goes to the football field to train, Brian is a bitch too