Freak show... (dnf)

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⚠️swear words, terrible family arguments, homophobic slurs⚠️

They started at eachother, for a very long minute "I-um so how was your tour?"

"Fun, it was interesting" George said "So what have you been doing?"

Clay took George's hand a lead him to some stairs where their were all kinds of things...

"So this basically and I'm moving things to get something important which is hard to get" Clay said.

"Which is?"

"A book" Clay said "A important book."

"Where is it?" George asked.

"It's behind one of the bookshelves, which are detached to the wall."

"How fun" George said.

"Yeah tell me about it" Clay said as he grabbed boxes that were on his bed, he then picked books he liked and placed it in the boxes.

"Your room is cool" George said "Creative."

"Thanks, the random pictures I took, and I placed everything else."

The blonde continued talking and arms wrapped behind him holding him tight stopping his chattering "I-"

"Keep talking, I'm listening" George said in a soft voice as his head rested on the blondes back.

"It's nothing, I don't even-"

Clay saw and felt the brunettes hand move under his shirt, his cold fingertips running over his line of abs. The blonde sighed as he moved his head back a bit.

"If your trying to be a tease it's definitely working right now" Clay said.

"Nu uh" George said "I just like to hold onto you."

Clay looked down with a soft smile and his arms wrapped around George's, interlocking their hands...

The blonde turned around his hand touched George's chin to meet his eyes, his hand moved the hair out of the brunette face "I love you."

"I love you too" George hugged him.

"You okay?" Clay hugged him back.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Okay, here" Clay sat on the bed and pat next to him.

George jumped onto him and laid on him, he felt the blonde kiss his head that formed a smile on his face...

"Where the fuck are you little shits!" Someone yelled "This is my house!"

Clay heard it and immediately left the bed "Fuck, I'll be back."

The blonde slid down the pole and rushed downstairs, and the brunette left the room and saw Drista come out her door "Hey."

"What the hell is going on?" Drista asked.

"Your dad is home" George said.

They immediately started to hear yelling, and all George and Drista did was listen...

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Clay came downstairs and saw his dad "What?"

"This is my fucking house, what the fuck are you doing here!" Clays dad yelled.

"I'm packing my shit, you ain't supposed to be here anyways!" Clay yelled "Don't you have more meeting's to go to!"

"No I left!" He yelled "I gotta go to the hotel shit of a place!"

"Good god just fucking leave then!" Clay yelled.

"This is my fucking house you fucking piece of shit you damn faggot!"

Clay immediately saw his dad grab a glass vase with his mom's favorite flowers...

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George jumped when heard glass shatter "George it's okay, he's fine."

"This happened all the time when I was little" Drista said "Just sit down."

The brunette sat down beside Drista "But-"

"No buts he's okay, my dad has done worse" Drista said.

"Okay."

———

The blonde saw the shattered glass with water on the floor, the flowers had been ruined he looked up at him "Get out."

"No" His dad said.

"GET OUT!" Clay yelled loudly, his voice echoed the mansion.

"FIRST YOU JUDGE ME FOR BEING IN THE CIRCUS!" Clay took a step forward.

"THEN YOU CALL ME A FAGGOT WHICH I AM, CAUSE OF ME LOVING A BOY THAT I AM NOW DATING AND VERY FUCKING HAPPY WITH!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" His dad yelled.

"NO SHUT THE FUCK UP, THEN ONCE MOM DIED YOU ALL THE SUDDEN CARE!" Clay yelled.

"NOT ONLY THAT YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO RUIN MOMS FAVORITE VASE WITH HER FAVORITE FLOWERS IN IT, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Clay yelled, his throat was sore from yelling.

"JUST" Clay hit his dad in the chest once.

"FUCK" Hit him twice.

"OFF" Clay hit him a third time and pushed him out of the house.

"WE DONT WANT YOU HERE, ME AND DRISTA ARE GONNA BE GONE!" Clay yelled.

"WE'LL BE GONE ONCE YOU RETURN TOMORROW, SO FUCK OFF AND LEARN TO LIVE YOUR LIFE WITHOUT US!"

Clay slammed the door in front of his dad, locking it. He leaned against the door and felt tears coming down his face...

The blonde couldn't control hiss anger and threw and photo of his dad and mom on the ground, smashing it "FUCK!"

The blonde immediately grabbed his keys and phone and left the house. He turned on his car and drove away from the place.

10 minutes later...

George and Drista looked at eachother "Should we go down there?"

"Yeah, he's been quiet" Drista said.

They both went downstairs, and Drista saw the broken vase "Oh no."

"What?"

"My moms vase with her favorite flowers" Drista said.

The brunette turned his head and saw the broken photo "Drista?"

"Yeah" She said and picked up the frame "Jesus Clay."

"Where is Clay though?" George asked.

"Clay!" Drista said loudly "Search the house."

The two started to shout Clays name looking for him, he was no where to be seen. They met up were they started looking...

"He's gone" George said.

"Yeah, it's okay" Drista said "He just needs time to himself he's done it many times."

"He's ran away before, twice" Drista said "In the end he always came back."

"There's no need to worry" Drista said.

"Okay" George said "I can help with packing if you like."

She nodded "Sure, I'm sure when Clay comes back he'll be hungry so around then we can make dinner."

"When will he be back?" George asked.

"In about 4 hours possibly, that's how long he was gone last time."

Jesus Clay, where are you? George thought.

1007 words :)