Fixing Broken Hearts

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Warnings:
-Severe physical (child) abuse + attempted murder + knife violence

Clay's POV

I was sitting alone in the garden, trying to clear my mind. Honestly, I had the feeling the police didn't believe me, mostly because I wasn't even a priority to them. They refused to come home with me, even wanted to schedule an appointment tomorrow, but ended up deciding they would come later today.

When I told them about my broken wrist, I saw a smile on one of the officer's faces, a cynical comment followed about it being impossible for me to use it if it was broken. When I told them I went through more severe injuries, they seemed unbothered.

I was just another teenager they didn't believe and left to die, and if I would, they would be so "sorry" for the situation. I hated the police system more than anything, but knew making a scene wasn't going to help and only prove my father's point.

I turned my eyes to the ground as I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned my head around and wanted to greet Elliot, but then I realised my father was walking up to me. I gasped and immediately stood up, trying to find a way to leave.

The same baseball bat in his hands made me realise he wouldn't just abuse me this time. He wanted to kill me, I could see the thirst in his eyes to end my life in a miserable way.

'If you told the police everything anyway, I guess I can just end your life now. Either, I convince them you've committed suicide, or act like a group of people came around to beat you.'

'They would arrest you,' I whispered. 'They know everything, I've shown them proof. There's no escaping and you would be arrested for murder.'

'If they believe you, why aren't they here, then?' he asked with a mocking smile on his face. 'Just give up, piece of shit. It's over, I should have ended it way before to protect myself from suffering from your existence.'

!! physical (child) abuse + attempted murder + knife violence !!

He swung the baseball bat in the air. I tried to avoid it, but felt it hit my face. I fell down on the ground from the impact and gasped, realising that falling down was fatal at this point. He had the upper ground and would surely use it...

I had no chance to stand up, feeling the intense hatred in the way my father was beating me. I swallowed my tears and curled up with my hands covering my head, slowly giving up the fight after years. I was too weak, I had no will to fight anymore.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling down, the most insane pain I had ever experienced coming up everywhere in my body as my father kept slamming it against me like I was the ball you played with...

'I give up, dad,' I stumbled. 'Just kill me already, I can't fight anymore.'

It was as if I gave a kid permission to enter a playground, a smile appearing on his face as he started to kick me, beating me at the same time. I tried to hide my face, but soon enough, I felt the baseball bat slam against my cheekbone.

I felt something pop, but the pain was masked by all of the other following kicks and punches. He fell down to his knees and turned me to my back, roughly moving my hands away to punch me in my face over and over again.

'DIE, USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!' he screamed out, spitting the words in my face. He grabbed my shoulders and started slamming my back against the floor, the adrenaline making him so strong that he was able to pick me up and throw me back on the stone floor.

The kicking continued, the baseball bat being slammed on my skin so often that I even stopped feeling it. My body was numbed from the impact, my vision blurred due to a mixture of blood and tears.

Another shoe against my face, a baseball bat in my ribs and a second later against my jaw. I knew he was genuinely trying to kill me, I could see it in his eyes. Slowly, my consciousness started fading more and more, wishing for the moment I passed away to come soon so I wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

'Jesus...' I whispered. 'I know I neglected our bond, but please... live in my heart again. I want You in my heart and really want to go to Heaven. I give my life to You, Jesus. Forgive my sins, please make me calm in my last moments. In Jesus' name, Amen.'

A strange feeling of peace came over me when I finally reached out to my Saviour for help, closing my eyes so I could die calmly. However, just as I did, I heard the door open roughly.

I reopened my eyes and saw Elliot standing there, in front of my father with a knife in his hands. 'Get away from him, because I will do it and won't hesitate.'

I knew he was bluffing, but I saw a detached and distant look in his eyes. But because he was looking so far from the reality, his grasp was weak. My father noticed that and took advantage of his inability to fight back.

With a short movement, suddenly my father was holding the knife in his hands and pointed it at Elliot instead. I gasped, doing anything in my power to stand up to help Elliot. However, the pain was severely holding me back and slowly, my hand was reaching out to the baseball bat that my dad dropped when he grabbed the knife.

I rolled towards it, feeling it against the tip of my fingers. I made it move closer to me and wrapped my hand around it, slowly lifting myself up because I knew Elliot would be stabbed if I didn't save him right now.

With all the strength I had within me, I lifted myself up and raised the weapon up in the air. But then, my father turned around and looked at me with bloodthirsty eyes. Suddenly, everything went awfully fast...

He ran towards me and before I could do anything, I felt an insanely sharp pain in my stomach. I dropped to the floor and gagged, looking down to see what was hurting so insanely bad.

Soon enough, I understood what happened. My father was holding a bloody knife as I grasped onto the stab wound, blood gushing out from the wound. It made me gag another time, slowly losing more and more consciousness.

My father turned around to Elliot, who then knelt down more, grabbed the baseball bat without hesitation and lifted it up. As soon as he saw our dad point the knife at him, he slammed the baseball bat on his head with the most strength he had.

Within seconds, everything turned awfully quiet. Our dad fell to the ground, a puddle of blood next to his head. 'Oh my goodness,' Elliot whispered. 'I didn't mean to, I didn't...'

Before losing consciousness, I managed to grab his hand and smiled. 'It was self defence...'

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Summary:
Clay gets stabbed by his father and the father turns to Elliot to stab him too. In self defence, Elliot slams the father on the head with a baseball bat and he collapses right away.