Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
-Mentions physical (child) abuse
-Humiliation + emotional abuse

Clay's POV

Time was slowly ticking away, my hopelessness becoming bigger with each second. I was really cold, but I had an insane amount of pain and knew I injured something really badly.

I couldn't touch it without having to scream of the pain and could see it turn more and more purple. I had to pee pretty badly, but since my door was locked, I had nowhere to go...

I gulped, feeling an awful pressure on my bladder. Hopelessly, I tried to lift myself up to call out my mother's name, but knew it was hopeless. She wouldn't help me anyway, only Elliot would but he wasn't at home.

I looked around for a bucket or a bottle, but the severe pain made me unable to control my bladder for much longer. I sobbed softly as I glanced down and saw some blood drip down the longer I tried to fight against the need to pee.

'Can I please use the bathroom?' I yelled. 'I'm sorry for what I did, but please, let me use the bathroom.'

I heard furious footsteps on the stairs and wishfully wrapped my hands together because I hoped someone would let me go to the bathroom. But instead, my father opened the door and stormed up to me.

'You only apologise when you need something, selfish dickhead. Just pee the bed, you like to be a whore so much.'

He reached out and then put his full hand on my bladder, laughing when he saw I couldn't hold it anymore.

'A baby, that's what you are. You're trying to act so cool, but here you are, peeing your bed at seventeen.'

I sobbed softly, but got such an awful burning pain trying to hold it again that I decided to let it go. My father was laughing at me, which made me feel awfully humiliated, and walked off once my bed was soaked and my bladder empty.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I felt disgusted by myself, but the pain was too severe to hold it. Hopelessly, I grabbed my phone and then decided to do something I usually never did...

You
Elliot, please come home. I need you :(

My message was read within seconds and I could almost see him jumping up from wherever he was.

Elliot
On my way <3

~~~

Elliot stormed up the stairs and tried to open my door, but quickly realised it was locked. My father had once made a system so he could lock the door from the outside, yet, I couldn't lock it from the inside.

Elliot opened the door and ran in, gasping when he saw me. 'Clay, what did he do to you?'

I grabbed his hand in hopelessness and wiped a tear away. 'I did something stupid at school and was caught having sex. He got so angry, took all my clothes and kicked me awfully hard... I couldn't get out, I peed myself and don't know what to do anymore.'

'I'm here, I'm going to fix this!' he exclaimed with a sweet smile. 'Did he injure you badly?'

I nodded and slowly sat up. I trusted Elliot with my body, mostly because this wasn't the first time I was forcefully undressed in front of everyone.

Elliot knelt down next to the bed and gasped when he saw how purple it had become. 'Where does it hurt?'

I pointed to the place it hurt and let him do some tests, because I knew he was really interested in medical stuff and knew a lot more about it than I did.

'When dad kicked you, were you erected? I know that may be uncomfortable to answer, but it's quite important.'

I gulped and then nodded. 'Yeah...'

'Alright, did you hear anything when he kicked you?' he asked with a comforting voice that made me comfortable enough to answer.

'Yeah... it was a popping noise and followed by immediate pain.'

'Okay, did you lose the erection right away?' he questioned with a worried look in his eyes, his finger tracing along the place it hurt. I nodded and saw him close his eyes for a second. 'Alright, I'm afraid I have to get a way to take you to the hospital or you can have permanent damage.'

'Why?' I mumbled. 'I don't have clothes, I peed myself, I'm disgusting. No one can see me like this.'

'I'm afraid you have penile fracture,' he explained. 'Which happens when someone is erected and gets kicked or anything. The popping noise was the fracture, the loss of the erection can lead to permanent erectile dysfunction.'

I sobbed again and slowly tried to stand up, tears filling my eyes. 'I'm sorry you have to see me like this, you must be disgusted and-.'

He pulled me closer for a hug and gently massaged my back during it. 'No, I'm not disgusted by you and I will never be. I'm going to get ice for you to reduce the swelling and then I'm going to clean your bed and get you some of my clothes.'

'Thank you...' I whispered as I sat down on a chair. 'Did I interrupt something? You were probably having more fun without me.'

'No, Clay. I was having fun, but I would have always come to you as soon as you text me, within seconds. You may not believe it, but you're actually really epic to hang out with.'

I chuckled nervously as tears rolled down. 'I hate you, you're making me cry! Thank you so much for coming and making me feel safe while you were looking at my body and heard all of these personal things.'

'I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a guy too,' he replied with a laugh. 'Our bodies look pretty similar, don't you think? And no matter how much of an innocent guy I am, I've masturbated too. You're not THAT weird, just a little bit.'

I laughed at his joke and softly hit his shoulder. 'I never pictured you as the type of guy to masturbate.'

He grinned and rolled his eyes at me. 'I mean, I have to do something with those awfully random erections. They piss me off.'

His joke made me feel so much more comfortable and less alone that I just smiled. 'I always thought I was just a horny guy, I'm not very educated and thought it wasn't normal to get those randomly.'

'It is,' he answered. 'At the most uncomfortable moments!'

I laughed as he took off my sheets and threw it in the side of my room. 'I'm afraid putting on boxers is going to hurt an awful amount, so I recommend only putting on sweats until we are at the hospital.'

I nodded and couldn't get the smile off my face as he threw all of his PE clothes at me. 'I didn't use them, this innocent guy may have skipped class because we going to do dancing.'

'As if I care about used clothes right now, I don't have anything at all,' I answered, standing up to give him another hug after I put on the clothes he gave me. 'Thank you so much, Elliot. This actually means a lot to me.'

'Anything for the best person in my life,' he answered, a kiss followed on my cheek. 'I've met amazing people, but no one will ever be able to pass you.'

'I love you, I really needed to hear that,' I whispered with tears in my eyes from happiness, knowing someone still loved me for me and didn't mind any of my flaws...

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