My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Attempted murder (choking)
-Mentions murder (past)

Clay's POV

I lifted myself up as far as I was able to without pain and looked at George, making sure my door was closed for a second time. I sighed and took my pacifier out, looking at him with fear in my eyes.

'George, promise me again. Please.'

'I promise you, Clay.'

'I'm getting blackmailed by my dad and my drug dealer,' I started with a sigh. 'My dad hurts me a lot. It all started when I was ten, he has always abused me since then because I saw something I absolutely wasn't meant to see.'

George nodded slowly and pulled me closer. 'Take your time and talk quietly.'

I nodded and took a deep breath.

'George, my mother- she didn't pass away because of a car accident. I'm sorry that I lied about that, but I didn't have another option. My dad uh- had a second family next to my family, he still does. He loves his other son ten times more than me, he loves his other wife more than me and my mother.'

'I'm so sorry,' George muttered as he held me tightly, running his hand through my hair.

'My mother figured out that he had a second family and got really mad at him. They argued for ages and my mother was planning on divorcing and taking me with her. I was only ten so I didn't have much to say.'

I opened my mouth to say something else as I suddenly heard a creaking sound in the hallway. I immediately stopped talking, George looked up too and I squeezed his hand.

'What did he do, Clay?' George whispered as quietly as he could. 'Tell me so I can call the police.'

I stared down at our hands locked and took a really deep breath as I finally whispered the thing that had traumatised and haunted me for life.

'He killed my mother,' I said as quietly as I could.

Immediately the door opened with a loud bang against the wall and my dad stood in front of me with a really mad look.

'Hey, Clay. I think we are going to send George home right now. We need to discuss something important.' His voice was loud and scary. I looked at George and he shook his head.

'I'm not leaving, sir,' George said with a demanding tone in his voice.

'George, I think it's better if you leave, right now.'

I gave him a soft nod to show him he had to go and then tapped my pocket, showing him he had to call the police. He understood what I meant and very slowly stood up while fake texting on his phone. I knew he was calling the emergency number and he walked off, closing the door behind him.

My dad walked closer to me and gave me a vicious smile. 'I heard that you said more than you were supposed to, Clay. I've told you what was going to happen if you did.'

'N-no, s-stop,' I whispered, but he didn't care at all. I suddenly noticed he was wearing gloves, moving closer to me.

⚠️ Attempted murder (choking)

'You're going after your mother. Your mother didn't listen to anything and you need to face the consequences of not listening to me.'

He sat down on my bed and moved his hands up to my throat, squeezing it as he grinned. 'I wished for you to die after I gave you alcohol and drugs, but no. Even pushing you down the stairs didn't help it. It's fine, I'll kill you now.'

I didn't say anything because I seemed paralysed by fear. I knew George was calling the police, but what if they came too late? Why did George not come back to save me?

My dad started squeezing his hands tighter around my throat and it felt like I had barely any air anymore. He lifted me up, causing me to wince from the pain.

'Don't make a sound,' he whispered with an extremely psychopathic voice.

He sat behind me and wrapped his whole arm around my throat. I started kicking my legs, but soon stopped because of the pain in my back.

I tried to push his arm away, but he was way stronger than me. All my air was being taken away by his arm around my throat. I felt blood rising to my face and poked my nails in his arms to get him away from me.

'Stop struggling against it, Clay. No one is going to save you, you will just die here. Accept it and stop fighting.'

I didn't want to stop fighting. Even after everything that happened to me, I didn't want to die. I had George, I had his family, I couldn't leave them alone. I wanted to quit drugs and alcohol and live my life again. I had a very bad withdrawal, but I didn't even mind anymore. I really wanted to quit.

My dad started laughing as I started making soft sounds, choking because of the lack of air. I tried to escape again, but I had too little breath. I was getting lightheaded and hit my dad's arm as hard as I could. He didn't seem to care in the slightest and kept choking me.

I ended up kicking his legs and scratching his skin as I was even down to bite his arm at this point. He needed to get off me, I was going to die. I didn't have air anymore and I was so dizzy and scared that I wanted to cry, scream and sleep at the same time.

He kept choking me, he was actually planning on killing me. I eventually realised I couldn't fight against it alone anymore. He was stronger, he was way stronger than I was. I wasn't going to get him away. Just as I started to lose my hope, my door flew open.

Loads of police officers filled my room, including George. I got freed from my father, he got lifted up and taken away as I bursted out into tears in George's arms. I had never been more relieved but sad at the same time.

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Summary:
Clay tells George what happened in the past and his dad hears, attempts to kill Clay like he killed his mother, but George called the police in time