Tired ~dnf

chapter 8

Tws: emetophobia, suicide, ed, abuse

*Clays pov*

George fell to his knees in a sob. I felt so guilty. Before I could tell him what happened he saw the half-empty pill bottle on the counter. He looked at it, then looked at me then back to the bottle, and then back to me for a final time. He curled up next to me, both of us sitting in a puddle of our tears. he grabbed my face and kissed me on the head. After he let go of my face I got up onto my knees and shoved my pointer and middle finger down my throat causing me to throw up the half dissolved pills.

"not yet," I said. George started crying harshly again.

*Georges pov*

I'm so glad that he did that because if he didn't I would have; it wouldn't have been the first but it would hopefully be the last. hopefully.

"Thank you, I love you" I hate expressing my emotions with anyone but he needed this.

"I love you too Georgie"

*Clays Pov*

He loves me. he really does. I stood all the way up and started brushing my teeth. No one wants to kiss someone who just threw up. George sat still on the floor. When I was done brushing my teeth I sat back down next to George and moved my head to rest on his shoulder. He stroked my hair while patches walked in brushing his tail against the side of George closest to the door. He crawled up to his lap and laid down.

"So I leave tomorrow to go back to London," George said, still sounding like he was crying.

"Already? But you can't leave yet"

"Well I have to, but you're coming with me, I already paid for your ticket"

"I get to go to London with you!?"

"Duh, did you really think I was gonna leave you here alone? No."

"I mean I guess not, but I definitely wasn't expecting to be going to another country"

"Well, are you gonna come, or do I have to force you?"

"I'll go. I've never been to London before, what should I pack?"

"Well it's a lot colder there so probably sweats, jeans, hoodies, long sleeves, t-shirts a jacket, and boxers. Oh, and don't forget socks, the floors in my flat are always cold for some reason"

"Okay, I have to call my neighbor, Nick, after I'm done packing."

"Why? I mean feel free to call whoever you want, I'm not gonna helicopter you, I'm just curious."

"To watch patches, they don't like flights, especially If they have to be by themself or around other animals."

"Oh, okay well we kinda have to fly since I already bought the tickets and there's not really another way to get there other than by ship or something and I don't like sailing"

"Yeah, if Nick cant watch him then I'll drop them off at my moms house on the way to the airport"

"Okay, let me know because our flight boards at 11:30 am tomorrow"

"Okay" I packed my things, a pair of sweats, a pair of jeans, and 3 t-shirts. My green dream smiley hoodie and a black champion hoodie. I was planning on just wearing my jacket on the plane so I didn't need to pack it.

"Eh, why not" I said while throwing my bathing suit in my suitcase. Even though George said it was cold there I still hoped we could go swimming somewhere. I want to go swimming with him. I can literally picture myself throwing him into the water or flipping over his floaty. After I was done fantasizing about George I realized I was done packing and that I should probably call Nick. Usually, he was more than happy to watch patches for me, he loved patches. We are pretty close friends too so we stream together a lot, mostly Minecraft.

*calling snapmap*

"Hey clay what's up?"

"Hey Nick how are you doing?" I said just trying to make small talk.

"I'm good. Is there a reason you called?"

"Um yeah actually there is, I'm going out of town for a little bit and I was wondering if you could watch patches while I'm gone"

"I'd love to, you know how much I love patches. What time do you leave?"

"Yeah tomorrow at around 10:30 am, our flight boards at 11:30 so I figured we should leave about an hour early"

"Sounds good, and when do you come back?"

"Uh I don't know, but probably within the next week. I'll ask George at some point"

"Wait gogy is at your house!?"

"Yeah he's been here for like a week or 2, did I not tell you?"

"WHAT!? NO, YOU DIDNT TELL ME CAN I COME SAY HI!?"

"Sure! I haven't seen you in awhile! Why don't you come over and you me and geroge can eat dinner together. I can make spaghetti and meatballs or something."

"Ok! What time should I come at?"

"Uh probably around like 6:30 would be good with me, is that cool with you?"

"Yup works for me"

"Alright see you later then"

"yup"

*hangs up*

Nick and I have known each other for years, like since we were kids. I walked out of my room to talk to George and found him sitting on the couch crying.

"Whats wrong baby? Are you okay?" I sat down next to him.

"We can't go to London" he mumbled.

"Why not? Is everything okay?"

"I cant go back to my flat, my dad will be there since I still live with my parents"

"Whats wrong with your dad? I don't think you've ever mentioned him before." I was cuddled next to him playing with his hair.

"You cant meet him. He can't know."

"Why?" I asked as he started to let out another quiet sob.

"hey, it's okay, we can stay here if you want to, we don't have to go" I wanted him to feel safe. he seems to feel safer here than he does in his own house, which is sad considering he's been here less than a month.

"No, I have to go and you're coming too. I'll figure something out"

"B-but what about your dad?"

"I said I'll figure it out, everything will be fine. You don't have anything to worry about, it's what will happen to me if he finds out."

"George, please, tell me what's so bad about your dad. I don't understand." We sat in silence for a few moments until he finally spoke up.

"When I was young he was never there, he was always out at bars with his friends or with some woman who wasn't my mom. When he would get home he would pass out on the couch and even the floor a few times. My mom made him leave after years of dealing with his bullshit. He came back a few years ago when he found out I made money from streaming and that I was starting to have a bigger platform. He thought he deserved part of the money because he 'helped raise me'." I started crying with him. No kid or adult should have to go through that. I felt him hug me so I hugged back, we both needed that hug.

"I'm so sorry I had no idea"

"It's okay, I should've told you sooner"

"I have one more question though, if you don't mind"

"what is it?"

"What would happen if he did end up finding out about us?"

A/n
omg wtf over 900 reads, thank you all so much!!
Also uh London arc??POGGGGGGG

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