Eighty Hours (DNF 80s AU)

Hour 2

TW: Purging (Forced vomiting)
Clay soon finished eating, forcing everything down but still trying to act normal. Once there was no food left on his plate, he tried to excuse himself from the table. However, his mother stopped him.

"Come on Clay. It's our last few hours with you, shouldn't we spend it together?" Clay slowly nodded and sat back down.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Hey Wilbur. What did you think of the game last night?" His father asked.

"Oh. I think the Cowboys should have won, but it was okay." Clay's father smirked.

"You're right. The Packers shouldn't have won." Clay looked at his mother.

"May I please be excused?" His mother nodded slightly, then gave him a look of concern. He just shook his head and walked to the upstairs restroom.

TW START
He sighed and got down on his knees, then put his middle and index finger down his throat. He soon threw up.

Once the job was finished, he quickly washed his hands and mouth, ignoring the burning pain in his throat.
TW OVER

Clay stepped out of the restroom, but was stopped by his brother. "Clay, I heard you in there. What were you doing?" His brother looked at the floor, then back at Clay's face.

"N-nothing. Let me go." His brother pushed him back into the bathroom and closed the door, locking them in.

"Clay, I'm worried about you. I know what you're going through. It happened to me too." That surprised Clay. "But it's not healthy to hide it. If you need something, you can always talk to me, okay?" Clay nodded shyly.

His brother soon let him past, and they both arrived back at the table. "Took you long enough," His father said. "Christ, what were you two doing up there, making out or something?"

Clay knew his father well enough to know that he didn't like to make jokes. "No, we just needed to talk. I just can't imagine not seeing him for so long. You must feel the same with Dan, right?" Wilbur said. His father just shook his head.

"That ship has sailed, son." He said. "I'll never forgive - or miss - him after what he did. That lying son of a bi-"

"Enough Bill! Get over it. It's been seven years, how could you still care so much that he lied about one thing. It was a radio, Billy." His mother screamed while standing up. His father pushed himself up with his palms on the table.

"It wasn't just a radio, Patty. It was my grandpa's radio. He gave it to my dad, and he gave it to me. I couldn't wait for the day that I would give it to Clay, and then he took it. He took it and still hasn't given it back. I don't even know if I should send Clay to live with him. It's a big mistake." He screamed back at her. Then he turned around and walked off.

Clay just stared as his mothers eyes followed his father up the stairs. Then she followed him up the stairs. There was no noise other than quiet breaths and the shuffle of paws on wood. It was Patches, Clay and Wil's cat. He grabbed it and went to sit on the couch, closing his eyes and blocking out the world so he could be alone with his thoughts. He felt his brothers presence, most likely sitting in his armchair, but they both sat in an unspoken agreement to stay silent. Clay soon fell asleep.

590 Words, sorry for the longish chapter!