Freak show... (dnf)

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⚠️swear words, mentions of death, blood, homophobic slurs⚠️

He put on a all black suit, it was perfect for the occasion. It was nothing fancy, it's his mothers funeral for gods sakes. Clays ring finger had a ring his mom gave him for his birthday, it was memorable. Silver cross earrings dangled from his ears, and he looked at himself in the mirror.

No rings were on his left hand because bandage was wrapped around his knuckles...

1 hour before...

The blonde was in his garage which their was a punching bag, he continually punched it harder and harder each time. Once he stopped he noticed he left hand bleeding, tears formed his eyes...

"God, I'm a mess" Clay sniffled and he left the garage to fix his hand.

Present time...

He looked at his hand and formed it into a fist he gave up and looked at himself once more, he sighed "Today is gonna be a better day."

Clay walked downstairs and grabbed the important things he needed like phone, keys, and wallet and a car honked outside of his house. The blonde looked at the limo and the front window moved down, he walked towards the door.

"Hey" Clay said.

"Hanging in there?" Clays dad butler asked him, the blonde known this guy since the day he was born.

"Trying to."

"Good, now get in son" The butler said and a door opened in the back.

Clay got in the limo and saw Drista and his father, he sat across from his dad next to Drista...

"What happened to your hand?" Drista asked.

"Nothing much, just a punching bag" Clay said "No need to worry."

She nodded and his dad looked at the two "Ready?"

Drista nodded "Let's go."

The door closed and the limo started driving, it was quiet Clay refused to talk to his dad. And his dad refused to talk to him...

The girl looked at the two "Are one of you guys gonna say something?"

"I have nothing to say to him he's a freak with the rest of them."

"No he's not, and neither are them" Drista said.

"Watch he's gonna be wearing some shitty makeup and join a drag race before you even know it" Clays dad said.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Drista said "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"So what if Clay is gay, straight, bisexual, pan or whatever" Drista said "He's still your son."

"And mom died, and all you wanna do is be a dick about how Clay prefers to like boys instead of girls" Drista said "This is Moms night."

"It's like you don't even care about her."

"I do" Clays dad said.

"No, you don't" Drista said "Your so worried about Clay being gay that you don't even care that your wife is dead."

"At least she accepts Clay for who he is" Drista held Clays hand.

"But-"

"Not but's, your a dick and a shitty father" Drista said "And that's the truth."

"We're here people, it's showtime" The butler said.

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Everyone from the circus stood by each other with other citizens, there were many people on the sidewalks. Niki put lit up candles on the side walks and made a memorial.