Never Enough

Chapter 2

triggers for this chapter, f-slur, abuse

Shortly after Clay arrived the rest of the students started filling up the seats around me, their constant talking blocked out today's lecture. The period dragged on slowly, worsening the nightmare I call school. Making my way out of the room I had the unfortunate luck of bumping into George.

"Oh sorry" I say moving around the short brunet. "Hey Clay how was class?" George says ignoring my apology. Disregarding the ill-mannered Brit I make my way down the hall going to my second class.

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As the bell rang, students flooded out of the room dispersing into the sea of people that occupied the hallway. I made my way out of the school, starting the short trek back home, if you can even call it that.

Walking along the pavement I feel something tap my shoulder. Turning around to see a tall blonde with his same crooked smile, a short brunette standing beside, and a tall lanky teen with half black half white hair.

"Hey big man Fundy" the blonde says stretching out the y's. I turn around walking away from the insolent teen and his friends. "Hey! What crawled up your arse and died in it" Tommy said, jogging up behind me. I quickened my pace, trying to stay as far away from him.

"Can you just leave me alone Tommy, nothings wrong with me! ...I just want to be alone" turning towards the blonde, a frown plastered across my face.

"Tommy, if he wants to be alone leave him be" Tubbo said, grasping onto Tommy's arm pulling him to a stop.

"Yeah, if he doesn't want to hangout with us don't force him" Ranboo said with an apologetic look on his face.

"Thanks" I mouthed to Tubbo and Ranboo. "Bye guys" I said, turning around and continuing down the path back to my 'house'.

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As I made my way home the strange feeling came back, creeping itself up my body. Opening the front door a grimacing smell filled my senses; I plugged my nose as I looked around the empty home looking for the source of the disgusting odor.

Looking around I came upon a peculiar pair of shoes. The shoes were ebony, a distinct shine bouncing off its leather surface. I left the pair, continuing on with my search to find the source of the smell. Making my way to the kitchen I hear a voice echoing off the barren walls, the words sounding slurred and distraught.

I look around the corner seeing a man draped in a freshly pressed button up, along with formal slacks, topped off with an untied tie dangling around his neck. His hair laying sporadically atop his head, tufts of the curly mess laying across his brow line. "Dad" He turns his head facing me, showing the light bags under his eyes that stand out compared to the sickly color that paints his skin.

"Fundy why in the bloody hell are you home so late!" Wilbur said, approaching me the smell getting stronger with every step he takes towards me. "You're supposed to come straight home right after school, so why did it take you so long?" His voice got more agitated the more he spoke.

"I-I did it's just a long walk from school a-and it takes me a while to walk such a far distance" I say cowering as he towers over me the smell coming off him encompasses me.

"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY! I KNOW YOU WERE OUT RUNNING AROUND WITH THAT FAG AGAIN!" He said, raising a hand up.

"D-don't call him that, you don't even know him" I quietly mustered out.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!" Wilbur said, taking another step towards me, forcing me to stumble backwards.

"I SAID I WASN'T WITH HIM, AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL HIM THAT." I shouted back, straightening out my stance.

As I look into his eyes he starts to laugh, a wretched laugh that sends shivers coursing through my body. "Ah what did I do to deserve disappointment as a son." He said, looking up at the ceiling, his hand going to his hair running his fingers through the brown mess. "I have given you everything you could ever want and you just fuck it all up, first making your mother leave, now you run around with those... those worthless pieces of shit." His glare makes it way back to me, tears prick the corner of my eyes; I try my hardest not to cry.

"You're completely useless, I don't even know why I keep you around. You don't deserve anything that I've done for you." A burning sensation trails down my face as I listen to what he says. His words always stick, they never leave me, slowly destroying me from inside out till the day comes that I completely fall apart.

I wait impatiently for that day to come; for the day I don't have to continue living with this agonizing pain that never ceases to go away.

"Go to your room I better not see you till tomorrow" Wilbur says, turning around making his way to the liquor cabinet.

I walk upstairs back to my room as quietly as possible in order to not anger him further.

Sitting in my room I make the executive decision to go to sleep, even if it is 4 in the afternoon. It's not like I have anything else to do. I quickly change into a thin grey t-shirt and basketball shorts, the pair being extremely worn out and tarnished that I wouldn't dare wear them out in public.

Laying in bed I stare at the ceiling slowly letting sleep take over and whisk me away to the land of dreams, hoping that this dream will include the two people I want to see most in this world, my mom and the boy who has taken over my brain; Clay.

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Eyyyy chapter 2 I really enjoy writing this so far and am excited to see where this goes! Chapters should be getting released every couple days.

Thanks for reading. I hope you're all having a wonderful day/night/afternoon! Don't forget to eat, drink water, and get some sleep. I love you all.