My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-(Child) abuse (blood/wounds)
-Relapse/usage drugs/alcohol
-Mentions heart attack

Clay's POV

I stayed with George for another two days, but then got a text from my dad that he wanted me to come home again. It sounded so threatening that I felt obligated to and I left George with tears in my eyes.

As I walked home, I had high lifted shoulders while I tried not to cry. I knew my dad was going to be very mad at me for staying away this long.

I arrived at my house and saw my dad stand in front of the window. He seemed to be waiting for me and disappeared immediately, opening the door a second later.

He looked at me with a furious face and grabbed the hood of my hoodie to push me inside.

⚠️ Abuse

'Clay, you're always misbehaving. I actually don't even want to talk to you anymore, you'll have to figure out what a disappointment you are this way.'

He lifted his hand and punched me in my face. It caused me to fall down on the floor and he grabbed my shoulders and started shaking my body while he screamed at me.

'I HATE YOU, CLAY. I DESPISE YOU.'

He punched me again, this time so hard that I felt my face fill with something warm.

'Stop, please,' I whispered as he lifted me up to pin me against the wall. He held his hand on my throat and squeezed it shortly as he lifted me up from the ground.

I got hit three more times, then kicked in my stomach and then he let go of me, causing me to fall down on the ground.

'You're lucky,' my dad hissed as he turned around and walked off.

I sat on my knees and stared in front of me. A few drops of blood fell down on the ground and hitched a breath because of the pain.

⚠️ Over

After a few minutes, I managed to stand up slowly and stumbled to the kitchen. I grabbed a towel and dabbed it on my face as I slowly walked to the door. I knew I was going to disappoint George a lot, but I grabbed my phone to text my drug dealer.

You
I tried to quit drugs, but guess I'm too weak to. Can I have some shit? Marijuana and the other drugs. Maybe some alcohol too.

He replied soon and told me to come to the park again. I struggled to walk there and it took me three times as long as usual. He was already there and stood up as he saw me.

'Dude, did you get beaten up?'

I just mumbled something I didn't even know myself of what it meant and held my hand in front of me. 'Can I have stuff?'

'You'll have to steal for me first.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Dude, I can't even walk normally. I don't know how you want me to steal something right now. I've stolen a lot before, you know I'll do it. Please, just give me drugs right now.'

'Fine, I'll give you for one week. Why did you even quit?'

'I got a heart attack,' I muttered.

He just handed me the drugs, but pulled away again. 'Dude, I'm not giving you more then.'

'I'll actually just beat you up if you don't,' I yelled out as I pushed him back.

He looked in shock. 'Clay, you're seventeen and had a heart attack. Isn't that a sign that you should stop with this nonsense?'

'You're literally a drug dealer, why do you care? You're the cause of hundreds of deaths so far.'

'Oh my goodness, you're annoying. Fine, here,' he yelled out as he handed me the bag with drugs and alcohol.

'Why do you act like you care now? You blackmailed me which caused me to be even more stuck than I already was, okay?' I pushed him away again and turned around to walk off.

He didn't come after me anymore and I sat down at the silent place to do the drugs. I sat back and opened a bottle of alcohol.

I lifted it up to my mouth and sighed softly. I didn't want to relapse, I wanted to make George proud. Still, I couldn't resist and took a sip of the alcohol while I stared in front of me.

I loved to taste the alcohol again, I couldn't wait to use drugs again. The withdrawal had exhausted me and I didn't want to feel this bad anymore, I wanted drugs to feel good again.

I drank a quarter of the alcohol bottle and put it down to smoke cigarettes with marijuana. I lit it and smoked one, two, three. I couldn't stop anymore.

I kept smoking, drank alcohol after that and then grabbed the combination drugs. I laid it down in a line on the bench and leaned in, closing one side of my nose.

My nose was painful from my dad's punching on it, but I still sniffed the drugs. I started smiling immediately and sat back as I waited for the euphoric to kick in again.

This was when I was the happiest I would ever be. I loved to be on drugs so much, I wished to always be on drugs.

I leaned back as I drank some more, but then I heard footsteps creep up to me. They scared me even though I was really drunk and high and I turned around slowly, feeling hands on my shoulders. They tightly squeezed them until their nails pierced my skin and I got lifted up.

I turned around and looked into my dad's furious eyes. He grabbed my hand and pointed to the way my house was.

'Clay, we are just going to have a short talk at home, okay?' he grinned with a vicious laugh. 'Just a short talk.'

Even though I was drunk and high, I realised really well what this meant. My dad just figured out that I used drugs and I knew that this was not going to end well. I had to fear for my life, because I knew very well what my dad was capable of.

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Summary:
Drugs sniff sniff and Clay's dad beats Clay up again