Trouvaille (Dreamnotfound Soulmate AU)

Chapter eighteen- dont let me go

⚠️ trigering content ⚠️
Major character harming in this chapter

George woke up, huddled into the corner of the couch. He didn't know why he was there, and where was clay?
Everything came back into focus, and fresh tears glided down George's already puffy red cheeks. Clay never came home.
George sniffled, standing up and cracking his back with a 'pop'.
He was beyond worried, neither clay nor Nick had answered. What if something happened and they got hurt.
With a sigh George trotted into the bathroom, turning on the water till it burned his skin. He sunk down till he sat at the bottom, the water silencing his sobs. What if clay had hooked up with some slut, what if he relized George was a waste of time? 
George pulled himself out of the shower, drying off and putting on some trackies and a shirt. He plopped back onto the couch, pulling out his phone and turning it on. Within five minutes his phone had blown up with notifications. From snapchat, twitter instagram, the lot. He opened snapchat first, where he had snap after snap from random people from school. He instantly perked up, what if it was about clay?! He opened them, every snap making his heart drop 10 feet. There was no way. He could feel his throat close up as he looked at picture after picture of clay. He was pictured with a beer in his hand, kissing fundy passionately. There was no way that was his clay. It must be some sick joke.
He called Clay in frustration, holding back his tears. There was no answer. He called nick instead, biting his lip painfully. After 10 rings, he heard the sound of his texan friends voice. " 'ello, this is your neighbourhood legend, how may i help you?"
With a broken laugh George let his tears come down.
" N-Nick.." his voice broke, sobs ringing out. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
On the other end, a worried nick was sitting up with a worried expression. When George didn't use nicknames, he meant business.
" George, whats wrong?"
George sobbed louder, huddling into ball and putting the phone on speaker.
" c-clay didnt come h-home last night and -"
Nick chuckled slightly, flicking the forehead of a certain blonde, who groaned in protest.
" its all good dude, the idiots here with me."
Clay sat up, looking at nick and the phone questionably. Nick mouthed out 'George' and clays eyes widened. He searched for his phone, only to find it dead in his pocket.
" the idiots phones flat, you want me to put him on?" George flinched, wiping his eyes.
" N-No i dont want to speak to him!"
Nick and clay shared a look.
" why not?"
George pulled at his hair, growling.
" hes probably to busy with fundy to care."
Clay grabbed the phone, like it was a life line. "Georgie what are you talking about?"
George grabbed the phone, yelling into it.
" HOW ABOUT YOU LOOK ON SOCIAL MEDIA YOU BASTARD!"
Clay pulled the phone away, his ears hurting. He still had a hangover after all. He gave the phone back to nick, who tried to calm the brit down. George hung up, running upstairs to start packing his things. He was so upset and angry. How could clay do this to him? There was pictures and pictures of proof. Did the fact they were soulmates matter to him?
Clay was worse for wear, having just seen all the photos. He had to tell George, before he lost him! It meant nothing to him, surely George would understand.
Within twenty minutes Clay was marching up his front steps, nick trailing close behind. Hopefully he wasn't to late. He opened the door, rushing into the house frantically.
" George?"
There was no answer, and clay ran through the house, nick following closely behind. George was nowhere to be seen, though all his belongings were packed and sitting on the bed. Nick gasped, before leaving to check the kitchen, calling out the brits name. Just as clay begun to exit the room, he heard a whimper from the bathroom. With widened eyes and bated breath he opened the door, yelling in shock as he laid eyes on George. He was midway through a cut, multiple other cuts dotting his arms. The blade clanked as it hit the ground, and a tear stained George glared at the blonde.
" oh so now you show up"
With a cry the blonde slides to his knees, reaching for the brit, who mercilessly pushes him away. Clay try's to grab and hold onto the small boy, but he doesn't succeed.
" George please!"
Clay manages to get his arms around his waist, growling at the struggle the other was putting up.
" Stop being a brat and listen-"
He was cut of by George letting out a screech, smacking him across the face.
" Get your filthy hands off me you cheater!"
Clay lets go in shock, George taking that as a sign to leave. He rushes out of the room, unknowing of the blood dripping down his forearms. Clay runs after him, struggling to get his attention.
" Georgie please, you have to listen to me"
" i don't have to do anything"
With an anguished cry clay pulls the brunette into his arms, sobbing.
" please baby!"
" Dont call me that!"
Nick ran into the room frantically, paling as he looked upon his friends. George looked broken, he had never seen him like this before. He was hysterical, screaming and crying. Blood dripping from his arms. Clay pinned the brits arms to his sides, pulling him into to his chest. George struggled , before sinking into the warmth, sobbing louder.
The pair sank to the floor, and Nick ran to get bandages.
" shh, please listen George"
Clay said soothingly, as not to frighten the shaking boy. He was worried for nothing though, George having given up his fight. He felt faint, wanting nothing but to close his eyes and settle into the black creeping over his vision.
" George?"
The blonde shook him, the brit letting out a mumbled 'what'. George could only bring himself to look up at the blonde, his smile more of a grimace.
" Georgie? Please stop crying.. i promise you i never meant to hurt you. I was drunk and it was just a dare.."
George didn't reply, the darkness in his vision clouding his thoughts. His hearing was becoming crackly. What was happening? All George wanted was to sleep. Sleep... and never have to get up.
No more of his father abusing him, no more pain. Just silence. He wouldn't feel he betrayal, the guilt. He wouldn't have to look at his soulmates broken eyes, wouldn't have to view the world in blues and yellows.
Clay shook George, frantically, as his eyes glasses over and he no longer responded.
"George? George!"
Thats when Nick came screaming into the room, his phone in one hand, a small bottle in the other. 
" THE WHOLE THING... YES.."
He came over, starting to sob as he saw George. " he's not being responsive.... thank you"
Nick placed the phone down, looking at the brunette in fear.
" Nick whats happening?!"
Clay pulled George closer, and what Nick said made him blanch, tears welling up.

" he took all his depressants... he was trying to kill himself clay."

Clay sobbed. Gripping the small boy closer. " w-what?"

" clay... they don't think they'll get here in time.."

A/n: Hi lovelies,  sorry for this, but we warned you! Grab the tissues you will need them.