Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
-Physical (child) abuse

Clay's POV

I came home from school, alone because Tristan and Elliot went to soccer together for the first time in quite some time. I felt nervous and hated to feel my heart beat so fast that it made me breathless and lightheaded.

I swallowed and put my bag down as carefully as I could. Hungrily, I opened the kitchen cupboard, one that was officially meant for Elliot, but still, I decided to grab a small biscuit from him to ease some of the hunger I was feeling.

Quickly, I stuck the biscuit in my pocket, my heart pounding even faster because I knew if I would be caught, I would be lucky to be alive later today. However, I honestly preferred not to be at this point, because the hell I was living in every single day was getting way too much...

I turned around, but then realised my father had been watching me the whole time. He groaned and stepped closer to me, but his eyes said enough. I knew he was waiting to harm me as much as he could, I just didn't know how yet.

'I'll put it back, I promise,' I whispered, slowly lifting it up from my pocket. I laid it back down on the counter and immediately felt my stomach ramble from the intense hunger.

!! physical (child) abuse !!

My father grabbed my wrist, that was almost certainly broken, and pushed it against my back. I couldn't resist a scream and felt blood rise to my face due to sudden and severe nausea.

My body started trembling as my father pinned me against the wall, my head facing towards it. I tried to turn around and wanted to pull my hand away from his touch, but he was stronger and definitely stronger than my broken wrist.

I stepped back so I wasn't as close to the wall, but his hand appeared on the back of my head. I couldn't see what he was planning to do, but discovered that only a second later when he slammed my head against the wall.

Dizziness immediately overtook my body. My vision turned blackish, I started to stumbled more and more, but before I had the time to recollect myself, he made my head bump into the wall a second time.

I could feel a warm substance on my face, but honestly couldn't tell where it was coming from. My eyes were rolling up, my body got weaker and weaker. My father wasn't done at all and for the third time, I was pushed into the wall, that was made of concrete.

My mouth filled up with an iron taste, but from experience, I knew it was full of blood. 'S-stop,' I mumbled, wishing he would listen to me for this one time.

He pulled me away from the wall and grabbed my shoulders really roughly. Without hesitation, he pushed me towards another wall. I tripped, felt my head slam against the wall and then fell down on the floor, unable to move from the dizziness combined with the awful pain.

'You got blood on the walls, absolute failure. Stand up and clean it, NOW!'

I did anything in my power to stand up, but I didn't manage to. He stepped up to me and bent over me with a threatening face, a vicious smile on half of his face. Completely out of control, he lifted his foot and began to kick my chest over and over while I started to scream and cry.

Because of my screams, my mother ran into the room as well, but instead of helping me, she just looked at my father and then to me. 'Thomas, it's enough now,' was all she said while he beat the shit out of me.

She didn't step forward, didn't do anything to stop him, but just watched while my face started to get fully covered in blood. Yet, suddenly, the doorbell rang. My father immediately stopped kicking me, which gave me the chance to start crawling away.

He walked to the front door and took a deep breath to recollect his thoughts, opening with the most fake smile on his face. 'Hi- oh George and Sapnap, what are you doing here?'

'We wanted to talk to Clay, but then heard a lot of screaming. Can we go inside?' Sapnap's voice sounded.

I was bleeding so severely that I was leaving a trail of blood, but no one seemed to be bothered. I crawled to the stairs and sat down on my knees on the carpet as I tried to close the door. However, blood was starting to stain the carpet and the dizziness got too intense after a while for me to deal with.

I collapsed on the floor again and listened to my father. 'He's not at home, I think. Unless he snuck up to his room like usually. You can better come back later, I suspect he's with his other friends again.'

'Sure, but who was screaming a minute ago? Elliot isn't at home either, so who was it?' George demanded, sudden worry and a caring sound in his voice.

'Clay's younger brother, he has told us you about him, right?' My father knew right away he messed up when he remembered they came to my house a lot of times in the past. 'You can better just leave.'

'I would like to see if Clay is upstairs and if he isn't, I want to leave a note for him,' Sapnap tried a second time, but my father got more and more impatient.

'He is not here, talk to him tomorrow.' He slammed the door in their faces and stormed back into the room. My mother didn't say a word as he grabbed me and lifted me up to his shoulder.

He ran up the stairs and when he came into my room, he threw me on the floor. I grasped onto the side of the door, but that was my worst mistake as he threw the door shut and crushed my fingers in between them.

I screeched from the pain and pulled back so he wouldn't do it again. He locked the door, stormed off and left me alone in my room while I was bleeding severely and in tears from the pain.

Hopelessly, I tried to get up and opened my window a tiny bit to see if Sapnap and George left. Just as I did, I looked straight into George's eyes. I closed the window within a millisecond and slid down the wall again, wishing I would be saved one day...

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