My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Usage alcohol/drugs
-Mentions abuse
-Stealing

Clay's POV

I skipped school the next day because I was really hungover and suffering from the worst withdrawal I ever had. I needed the drugs again, I needed it so badly that I told my drug dealer to come to the park in the morning.

I had a bottle of alcohol with me and I was drinking while walking to the park. My body was still hurting everywhere, but the withdrawal I was going through was the absolute worst.

I was shaking and sweating and I craved drugs so much that I got annoyed with every single thing that happened around me. I would be ready to beat someone up at this point.

I arrived at the park and my dealer already sat down. 'Are you drunk?'

'A little bit, I only drank a quarter. I'll drink more.'

'Do you have marijuana?'

I nodded and grabbed my bag to grab a few cigarettes with marijuana.

'Smoke them. I'm going to ask you to do something for me once you're drunk and high.'

I nodded and started smoking the marijuana as I drank the alcohol at the same time.

It didn't take long before I was really high and drunk. I was actually really drunk at the moment and it seemed like I didn't have a filter anymore. I was constantly talking about anything that came to my mind and didn't notice that I told him way too much.

'And yeah- they beat me up. They also don't know I use drugs luckily. I'd be dead-.' I stopped talking as I realised what I just said and Miguel looked at me.

'What?'

'Nothing,' I muttered as I sat back, taking another sip of alcohol.

I noticed Miguel smile viciously. 'Clay, can you do something for me?'

'Yeah,' I mumbled as I leaned back and laid down on the ground.

'I want you to steal a phone for me.'

I sat back up and frowned as I laughed. I was really drunk and rolled my eyes. 'That's too far,' I mumbled.

'Hey, Clay. Do you want me to tell that person that you've talked about what they did? I can tell them that you've told me that they beat you up. Or even better, what if I tell them that you're an addict?'

My heart seemed to stop and felt my face get even redder than it already was. 'Tell them? Please, don't do that. I'd be dead.'

'Then steal the phone for me and you'll get drugs for two weeks and I won't tell them you've said more than you were supposed to. Let's make a deal, okay?'

I mumbled something and laid down again. The whole world seemed fake and was spinning in front of me.

'I'll give you free drugs as long as you steal for me. If you don't steal for me you won't get drugs anymore AND,' he said, grabbing my shoulders. 'I'll tell them that you're an addict.'

'I'm drunk, leave me alone.'

'No, you're going to steal a phone for me. The store is close by and if you don't do it, you know what will happen. Look, I got this old phone. I want you to ask a manager for this exact phone. Put these sunglasses on and pull your hood on your head.'

I was too drunk to say no and he grabbed my hand, lifting me up. I collapsed on the ground and started laughing as I rolled to my back.

'Dude, how many did you drink?'

I held my bottle up. 'This!' I yelled out as I rolled to my stomach. He grabbed the bottle and put it in my bag, lifting me up again.

'You're going to steal that phone otherwise you know what's going to happen,' he said as he pushed me to the door of the store.

I rolled my eyes at him and slowly walked inside of the store, looking around me. I had no idea if he told me what phone I had to steal, but I couldn't remember it.

I walked around for a bit and had to hold myself so I wouldn't fall multiple times. Eventually, I stood still in front of a table and looked around me. I held the old phone up and ran around through the store to look for a manager.

'Someone!' I yelled out, laughing after that. I sighed loudly and sat down as I waited for a man to be done talking to someone else.

'How can I help you?' he asked with a smile.

I tried to stand up again, but collapsed on the ground. The man helped me up and looked at my eyes. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes! I need this!' I yelled as I held the phone in front of his face.

He nodded and walked away with a frown on his face. I waited impatiently and he came back with the exact same phone. 'Here you go,' he said politely.

I grabbed the box. 'Can I call someone to ask about the price?' I muttered, sitting down again. I must have figured out I was drunk at this point.

He nodded and left me alone for a bit to call. He helped another client and I opened the box, looking up. When I was sure he wouldn't see me, I replaced the old phone with the new one and slid it in my pocket.

He came back to me after I fake called someone and smiled. 'And?'

'I don't have enough right now,' I muttered. 'I might come back another day when I have enough.'

I turned around and tripped over my own feet.

'How old are you?' the man asked me.

'Seventeen,' I mumbled as I climbed back up.

He nodded slowly and frowned, grabbing my hand. 'Are you drunk?'

'No!' I yelled out and I walked to the door. 'Goodbye.'

'Bye,' he muttered as I walked away.

When I got outside, I grabbed the phone and handed it to Miguel. 'There you go,' I mumbled.

He looked surprised. 'How did no one catch you?'

I shrugged and laid down on the floor as he gave me a lot of drugs. He put it down in my bag and I smiled.

'Thank you!' I yelled as I curled up.

He lifted me up. 'Go home, Clay.'

'FINE,' I screamed as I started walking away.

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Summary:
Clay is drunk and under the influence drugs and gets told to steal otherwise he'll blackmail him (since he said too much he's not supposed)