Enemies

Day 1

TW: Sorta abuse you could call it and murder lol <3

I'm Bi guys (: You will understand later

    [For anyone who is confused]
Clay never really hated George. Yeah he acted like he did, but he only did that so he wouldn't get hurt by his mom. George actually hated Clay though. George never knew it was his mom that forced Clay to say those things. When Clay had told George it was his mom who forced him to do that he didn't really know how to feel. He still hated Clay because those things really sink in even if it wasn't him. I mean when your thrown into life or death situations you always seem to cling on to the other no matter how you feel about him. Yeah George hated him, but with Clay being the only person he had left he had to let up his hate for him. Anyways back to the story (:

"C-Clay..." It was weird for them both being so nice to each other but they knew there was no point in continuing the hate. they were all they had. 

"Yeah wassup?" Clay says as he sits up out of bed and looks at George standing at the other side of the bars. "I...I just wanna be in your arms...I'm scared and I don't know what to do..." A tear started to flow out of Georges eye when he looked at Clay. "I know...George look at me. Please be careful when you do the work they are going to put us into. Pace yourself and don't push yourself. They said this work has killed thousands. I can't afford to loose you. Your all I have. You can't give up on me." Clay had such a genuine tone. I tone George has never heard before. "I-I don't know..." 

"GEORGE LOOK AT ME YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GIVE UP ON ME OKAY?!?" George jumped at the sudden aggressiveness coming from Clay. Clay had stood up and had come to the bars. The worry in Clays eyes made George realize he wasn't trying to be rude. He was scared to loose George and George was scared to loose him. 

"You boys ready?" George and Clay looked over as a guard was standing there ready to take them to there work for the day. "Hey try not to die...okay?" The guard said as he chuckled at his own words. George and Clay were lead to the yard where the work had to be done. They looked around as they saw at least 100 prisoners standing in a huddle as another prisoner was picking up large rocks and placing them about 10 feet farther down the line. "W-What is this...?" George asked the guard. There were body's everywhere. Dead ones. "This is where you two will be. He is almost done. Surprised he's not dead yet. You will take those rocks about 25-100 pounds each and you will carry them to the other side. There's about fifty so have fun. Number 78 your going first." Number 78 was George. The fear in Clays eyes struck him as he looked at all the dead body's then looked at George. George was weaker then Clay. "And he's down!" The guard yelled as the prisoner who was holding the rocks dropped dead. "Alright guys move the ten extra rocks then get ready for the next prisoner. "Oh and I forgot to tell you guys but you get no food and water while your doing this. He's been at it for 4 days. Probably dead from dehydration. Well anyways! Number 78 your up." 

"Fuck..." George mumbled under his breath. This might be the last time he saw Clay. This might kill him. "Ahaha little sissy boy!! Look at him all sad he has to leave his little boyfriend!!" The other prisoners weren't quite nice. "George ignore them" Clay had said as he watched Georges anxiety kick in. 

"Ah just realized you didn't get to give him a hug goodbye...oh well" The guard said to Clay with a little chuckle. "What do you mean goodbye..." Clay said as the worry picked up at him as he looked at the guard. "You really think your boyfriends gonna make it through this?" The guard said looking at George. "H-He's not my boyfriend...and yes he's going to make it through this. I believe in him." Clay did believe in George. He just knew it was cutting it close.