I'll see you today. // DreamNotFound

Chapter thirteen

It wasn't her fault.

Following morning of 1th of January, George woke up first. The guests were all around the house where ever they could find a comfy place to sleep. George stood up from his bed where Clay was sleeping and lightly snoring. George liked the cute sounds his boyfriend made. 

George went in the medium sized kitchen and started making breakfast for the few people that were staying over. Everything seemed fine.

"Good fucking morning, George." Tommy came out from the bathroom. It seemed that he had slept there.

"Oh good morning! Need anything?" George looked over at the sleepy young boy. His blondish hair was messy and huge black circles under his eyes.

"Nah, i don't know man. What the fuck is my mother gonna say?" He sat down in one of the chairs closest to George who was making some morning sandwiches for everyone.

"I don't know. I've never met your mother. I am sure your dad is gonna be chill though." George knew his dad. He was his physics teacher Mr. Philza.

"Yeah. At least I can blame it on Wilbur." They both laughed at his joke.

"Anyways you want anything special on your toa-" George got grabbed from behind. "CLAY! You scared me." 

"Good morning Gogy!" Clay hugged the boy from back and kissed his cheek.

"Ew. Not on my sandwich." Tommy jokily said while George handed him his breakfast.

Everything seemed good, people were waking up slowly and  one by one started eating their portions. 

"I didn't know George can cook." Wilbur Said when he finished eating the last peace of his sandwich.

"If he couldn't cook anything, I wouldn't be here." Emily joked. Everyone laughed. Everyone was happy. But not for long.

Suddenly Emily got a facetime call. "Oh! It is Sarah!"

"Right! She left quite early last night." George went to see the Young girl.

"GEORGE, EMILY, COME RIGHT NOW!! I AM IN DANGER AND DAVE SHOT YOUR MOM!!" Sarah was scared and from the looks she was sitting in some dark place.

"OKAY WE ARE COMING." Emily didn't hesitate to jump op from her chair and run to change some better clothes.

At the meantime George just stood there looking at the phone which was dark already. Everyone was looking at him. The time seemed to go in slow monition. His legs couldn't keep his weight anymore. Next thing he knows he is laying in Clays hands and letting his tears fall out.

"George we are going-" Clay couldn't finish the sentence.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT! I- FUCK! SINCE THE FIRST STEP TORWARDS HIM HE SEEMED GUILTY! THEN AFTER THE MOST AMAZING NIGHT OF MY LIFE HE FUCKING RAPES ME AND NOW HE KILLS MY MOTHER!? THAT BASTARD!" George didn't care about the looks around him. No one obviously really knew about the night with Clay and the only ones that knew about the 'Dave thing' was Nick, Clay, Emily and Sarah. Even his mom didn't know.

"GEORGE LETS GO!" Emily was crying her eyes out as well. They both missed their real father and once he left they tried to grew their friendship and keep together.

"OKAY I AM COMING!" Georges voice broke with every word he spoke.

"I'll drive I didn't drink last night." Niki offered. 

"Yeah I'll come too." Clay said and didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Georges hand who was already leaving outside to the car and held on to it.