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"Hes got a gun" Brooke said, shortly
"Well done" Nathan snapped
"Don't snap at me Nate, we need to get him out of there.."
"How though" Nathan asked, his eyes wide
"We need to call the police, obviously!" Brooke said, with a "duh" tone
"And get Clay put in prison for having a gun?"
"Better that then him getting shot"
"His dad wouldn't shoot him" Nathan laughed
"I didn't think his dad would touch him until I saw the bruises Nate, its bad"
"But if we get the police, whats Clay going to gain out of that? His dad will walk free?" Nathan questioned her, and Brooke looked to the sky, as if it would answer her
"I don't know but we need to do something quickly, hes drugged up" Brooke said, in a sensible tone
"How didn't you notice, your his best friend" Nathan said, almost in disgust
"Me? Your the one who calls him "your second brother", yet you don't notice that he spends most of his basketball practices drinking vodka!" Brooke hit back
"You have him staying round your house, you drink his cocktails, were they not a little strong?" Nathan asked, almost taunting her
"Clay's cocktails have always been strong, nothings changed in that respect"
"That, or you've been too obsessed with me?" Nathan asked
"Of course, mask your own guilt by making me out to be some needy girlfriend, you complete ASS" Brooke retorted
"Well maybe Clay wouldn't be in this situation if someone focused on him!"
"And why wasn't that you Nathan? His best friend?" Brooke asked, angrily
"I don't know" Nathan said, sitting down, finally cracking
"Nobody noticed" Brooke whispered "when I saw him today, I don't know how I didn't notice before, the bruises, the drugs, the alcohol, the constant drinking, its all so obvious now"
"What are we going to do?" Nathan asked sadly
"I could call Luke and Julian, they would come and help" Brooke suggested, knowing it was a long shot
"Luke and Julian are less likely to be able to handle themselves then I am, we need to leave them out of it"
"Maybe I could go in and talk him out of it" Brooke said to herself, more than Nathan
"No" Nathan said, putting an arm in front of her
"He would listen to me" Brooke sighed
"He doesn't look like he would listen to anyone right now.."
"Oh, pointing a gun, really son? Great joke, pansy!" Clays dad laughed, hollowly
"Do I look like im laughing" Clay asked, shaking a little, keeping the gun at a height
"So whats the plan? Shoot me? Dump the body? Keep buying your little drugs?"
"Shut up" Clay retorted
"Like your going to shoot me..your useless Clay" his dad laughed, a nasty, high pitched laugh, followed by a series of coughs
Clay stood in silence, shaking, his face going redder by the minute
"So this is how you repay your mum"
"Oh there we go, you blame me for mum dying, it was not me!"
"If you were a super super boy, maybe I would be able to justify your mums death, but your not, your useless, talentless, lazy"
"Oh keep it coming" Clay said hotly
"So what are your friends going to think of this high drama?" teased his dad
"They don't know" Clay quietly admitted
"Oh, so your just going to dump my body and flee the town. Cant even make that a plan can you?"
"Why couldn't you just act like a parent?"
"Who would want to admit parenting you" his dad flatly responded
"Nice" Clay replied, still holding the gun "but you know whats not nice dad, you..you've let yourself go, you've grown that fat gut, the beard,the constant drinking, the way your so friendless and lonely you have to BEAT YOUR OWN KID" he shouted, shaking and shutting his eyes, watching his father's face contort with anger , his eyebrows knitting together, considering the next move
"SHUT UP" he roared, taken over by rage
"MAKE ME" Clay shouted back, circling round him "go on, show me what a man you are, give me another black eye, lock me in my room because dad, it doesn't hurt anymore, none of it does! You call me useless but look at yourself, who would want to go in a 10 foot radius of you, LOOK AT YOU YOUR PATHETIC" Clay vented, narrowing his eyes
"You seriously think your gonna kill me, do you?" Clays dad smiled nastily, his face red, circling Clay with him
"If that what it takes to escape, then I will, your a layabout, your angry at me when you should be angry at you, you should of died instead of mum" Clay knew he had crossed the fine line. His dad looked murderous
"say that again you little shit"
"Ok, I will. You should of died instead of my mum!" Clay shouted, and his dad charged at him, both of them crashing against the glass
Nathan and Brooke were watching from outside
"Oh my god we need to call the police!" shouted Brooke, hearing the commotion before she saw it
"No way, they'll take ages, im going in!" Nate shouted back
"Nathan you can't you'll get hurt, theres a gun in there"
"Im not gonna sit and watch my best friend get killed Brooke, im going in" Nathan said, shortly, and ran towards the fight, shouting "Clay!"
Brooke ran after as Nathan tried in haste to get Clay's dad away from him, and then she stopped as she heard it. The sound making the innocence of Tree Hill seem miles away. A shot.
The trigger had been pulled on the gun.
But who was hurt?