The Secret (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-(child) abuse
-homophobia

Clay had to recover for days, but after a week he was finally feeling better. I had been with him most of the time, since he slept here. He didn't want to see his parents. After a week he went back home and I was already waiting for his text. His bond with his parents was very bad and leaving for a week, it would definitely made them hate him even more than they already did.

And just as I thought, I got a text from Clay.

Clay💖
can i come over pls

You
always are u ok?

Clay💖
no, tell u later

'Mum?'

'Yes, honey?'

'Clay is c-coming over, he isn't o-okay.'

'Okay.'

It took five minutes before Clay rang the bell. I opened the door and he fell into my arms. His nose had been bleeding.

'What's wrong?'

He started crying in my arms and I pulled him inside.

'Can I kiss you?'

My mum took that as a sign to leave and I started kissing Clay. After a while we broke apart and Clay calmed down a little.

'What's wrong?'

'They were so mad that I stayed with you and they started hitting me. I managed to escape before they could really do any damage to me.'

'Aww, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?'

'I'm better now.'

Clay started kissing me again and pushed me down on the couch. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in only a shirt. His knees rested on both sides of my thighs and he grabbed my shoulders whilst kissing me. He deepened the kiss a little, which made me blush through it. The kiss was tender and sweet, but passionated. We kept kissing and suddenly we heard the doorbell ring. The hallway wasn't in the living room, so we ignored it and kept kissing.

'We knew it,' we suddenly heard.

Clay almost flew away from me and sat up. He stood up and got completely red.

I looked in the face of two grownups, a man and a woman. I looked at Clay and soon understood what was going on. They were his parents.

'Do you accept this?' they yelled at my mum.

'Yes, I do.'

'My son is not a faggot, it can't be. Tell me this was a joke.'

'I'm in love with him,' Clay muttered.

'No, you can't be. You're not gay.'

'I am.'

'My son is not gay,' his dad repeated. He grabbed Clays arm tightly.

My mum walked closer to them. 'Let us talk about this. No need to hurt him.'

'It's disgusting, he is going to hell.'

'Leave us alone,' Clay said, holding back his tears.

'No, you will face your consequences for this.'

'He stays here with us,' my mum stated.

'It's MY son,' Clays dad screamed and he pulled Clay with him. Before I knew the door closed and Clay was gone. My mum ran outside, but Clays parents were already gone. I started crying hysterically and stood in front the window.

'Don't worry, sweetie. I will call the police.'

She walked off and I fell down on the ground, crying harder than ever. Clay was getting completely beaten up at this moment. I grabbed his hoodie from the ground and put it on. I smelled his scent and I missed him already so much. He could have died by now and I wouldn't even know. I had to do something. My mum came back and sat down next to me.

'I called the police, sweetie.'

'I h-have to go to h-him.'

'You can't, you will be in danger too.'

I sat down, crying in my mums arms. She tried calming me down, but I cried only harder and harder. My boyfriend could be dead by now. We sat like this for minutes long and after a ten minutes I heard sirens.

'Keep calm, do you hear the sirens? I'll drive us there now, okay?'

I wished to go there earlier, but I knew I couldn't do anything. I would have been beaten up even harder, just as long as we both died.

We walked outside and stepped in the car, we arrived at Clays place two minutes later and the police was already there. The door was kicked in and I ran inside. Clay laid down on the floor covered in blood. I ran towards him and grabbed his hand as his parents got arrested.

'George?' he whispered.

'I'm so sorry, Clay. I wish to be here earlier, but my mum wanted to wait for the police so I didn't get in danger. Are you okay?'

'Pain.'

'What happened?'

'Kick, hit.'

I lifted him up carefully to lay him down on the couch and kissed his cheek multiple times.

'I l-love you,' Clay mumbled.

'I love you more.'

'Please stay with me.'

'I will, we have to c-call an ambulance.'

He nodded softly. 'Pain.'

My mum talked with the police and they had already sent an ambulance. It took only five minutes for the ambulance to arrive and I was allowed to go with him. Clay constantly cried which broke my heart. I tried calming him down by kissing his hand and he smiled.

'You're so sweet.'

'I will protect you next time,' I muttered.

I felt guilty.

'You saved me already,' he said and smiled softly.

I shrugged but he grabbed my shoulders to kiss my cheek.

'You did.'

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