My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Mentions needles
-Attempted murder/abuse
-Forced overdose (drugs/alcohol)

Clay's POV

My dad held my wrist tightly and constantly poked his nails into my skin if I tried to struggle against him taking me home. I ended up listening to whatever he did and he opened the door to our house, laughing at me as he closed it.

⚠️ Abuse/attempted murder

He didn't even say a word, pushed me on the ground and wrapped his hands around my throat. 'You know I can do it, Clay. You know I can, I've done it before and I'll do it again.'

I didn't answer him since I didn't have air to and he lifted me up, wrapping his whole arm around my throat. I started coughing and fighting for air while he was laughing.

'You know I can do it again. You know I will and I won't regret it, Clay,' he hissed. 'But you know what's even better than ending it so soon? Let me have some fun first, okay?'

I couldn't do anything as he lifted me up and pushed me to the stairs. 'Go to your room, NOW!' he scoffed.

I nodded slowly, trying to hitch my breath after being choked for a minute. My lungs were hurting from the lack of air I had experienced.

I tried to walk to the stairs and climbed on my knees to the ending of it since I was too weak to walk. My dad walked behind me, kicking me if I went too slow. As soon as I was upstairs he smiled viciously. He smiled like I had done the dumbest thing ever, which also appeared to be true.

'Maybe you'll like this,' he grinned. 'I'm just having fun, Clay. You know that, right?'

He gave me a tiny push while I stood on top of the stairs. I lost my balance and screamed out loud as I fell backwards on the stairs, rolling down it. All my body parts slammed against the stairs and I fell on the floor after that. My head slammed against the wall and I looked around me as I felt unable to move.

My back was hurting so incredibly much and I saw my dad come downstairs again. I wanted to stand up to run away, but I was in so much pain that I didn't even get myself lifted up a tiny bit. My dad lifted me up instead causing me to scream from the pain as he went upstairs again, throwing me into my room.

⚠️ Forced drugs/alcohol overdose

'Here, your drugs!' he yelled as he threw an alcohol bottle at me. I managed to roll away and saw it shatter in my room, causing glass and alcohol everywhere on the floor.

He lifted me up again and pushed me into the glass and liquid substance on the floor. 'You like it so much, right? There it is.'

He pushed me head on the ground. 'Drink it then!' he screamed at me.

He started looking through my bag and grabbed two bottles of alcohol, opening them both in a quick movement. Then he grabbed my needle I got a while back for the combination drugs. He filled it up with the drugs and laughed loudly.

'Come Clay, you like drugs so much, right?'

He grabbed an alcohol bottle and pushed me against the wall, lifting the bottle up to my face. He pushed the bottle into my mouth which caused me to choke since I couldn't swallow as fast as he forced me to. I coughed loudly and spit the alcohol in my mouth out as he started to laugh even louder while I couldn't stop coughing anymore.

He pushed my head backwards and lifted the bottle to my face again, giving me loads of alcohol to drink. I constantly choked on the big amount of the liquid going into my mouth and tried to spit it out, but he didn't seem to care about me choking. He even seemed to have more fun when I almost threw up.

After he made me drink a whole bottle and another half of a second bottle, he grabbed the needle and forced me to hold my arm in front of me. I wanted to struggle against it, but I had so much alcohol that the whole world went in slow motion. Not only that, but every movement I made hurt me so much that I just couldn't fight back.

⚠️ Needles (veins)

He squeezed my arm so my vein popped up. He injected the drugs into my veins and I vaguely saw him filling it up again, injecting it into my veins for a second time. I wasn't feeling okay at all and barely noticed my dad turning around.

⚠️ All are over
(Still overdose symptoms)

'I'm leaving, I hope you're dead when I come back!' he shouted as he walked off.

I couldn't move from all the pain in my body and looked around me. I felt so bad and barely realised what was going on. I knew I had to call someone and tried to lift myself up, but fell back down.

My heart was beating very irregularly, my chest hurt a lot just like it did during my heart attack. I had so much pain everywhere in my body that I let out a soft sob. I was incredibly nauseous, but already forgot my dad forced me to drink so much.

I looked up again and looked around me. I had no idea where my phone was, but I figured it was somewhere in this room. I could remember me leaving it here last.

The pain was killing me and I didn't get myself lifted up so instead I crawled to my nightstand and started tapping it all around, suddenly feeling something that felt like a phone.

It fell down on the floor in front of me and I tried to open it. I typed in the wrong code around ten times and then finally managed to unlock my phone.

While I was holding it, I forgot what I wanted to do and scrolled around as I saw George's number. I had to call George! I clicked his number and let the phone ring in the hope he would pick up. He was going to be my last hope.

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Summary:
Clay's dad catches Clay drink and on drugs, beats him up and throws him down the stairs. Then forces him to drink and injects drugs (way too much) and leaves