What A Wonderful Nightmare

Georgie

Author's note: I'm still taking a break, BUT I need to get my mind off stuff right now and I feel bad for taking a break so I'm gonna write a chapter anyway. Just know the breaks in between will be longer than normal. Enjoy!

TW: Abuse, Drugs, Sharp objects

George's POV

The pull of George's shirt from behind him cut off his breath and he let out a rough cough as he was tugged backwards with an amount of strength clearly powered by anger. Normally George can leave 'his' house with no problems and little to no interruptions, but of course the time he needed that the most it went horribly wrong. 

"I said where are you going! Answer me right now!" George was yanked back again, more force applied to the motion this time.

George felt the blood drain from his face, a result of both the intense fear he was feeling and the struggle to breathe. 

Do I tell her or do I lie? If I tell the truth she might get mad and..hurt me. If  I lie and she finds out then the same result could happen but worse. Im awake and yet I'm still living a bloody nightmare. What's the point of even taking the meds.

"I..can't...breathe....ma'am...." George managed to squeeze out. His aunt pushed George forward, almost sending him down the concrete stairs ahead of him. 

"Turn around and look at me young man." His aunt said in a slurred manner. George did as told and slowly turned around, staring at the ground as to avoid eye contact with who he considered  the demon in this living hell. 

His aunt spit at the British boy's feet. "Answer the damn question, I'm giving you the privilege of breathing it's the least you can do."

George wanted so desperately to look over his shoulder, to see if his friend's had abandoned him after seeing his aunt. 

I hope they ran, escaped. At the same time though, I can't help but hope they didn't.

"I was just going to Sapnap's house like usual." It was a lie, but close enough to the truth, George supposed.

"That's bull..shit. I was trying to clean the house since you never help anymore you little prick. Then all of a sudden I see the sky raining clothes. You...never need clothes when you're at that soccer boy's house. You rare..ly come back for anything unless he get's sick of you. Surprised it doesn't happen more often. Never have I seen you throw them out a window..though." 

She's clearly on something right now. I don't know what, could be anything really. 

"Well I didn't wanna disrupt you by making multiple trips so I just threw them outside into some boxes." George knew this wasn't the best thing to say. She could easily check and see the absence of anything in the yard.

"Well why don't we go check than you-" The intoxicated women's words were cut off by the screeching of a car.

They are leaving. I..guess that's good. I can take this, It's not like I haven't before.

"Clay stop!" Sapnap yelled, as a car door was opened and quickly slammed shut again. George wanted to turn around, to see what was happening. He was frozen though, he didn't know what to do.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you on my damn property!" 

"I'm here to take George...ma'am." Clay spoke in what started as a sweet voice but turning into a stern one. A tone showing he wasn't going to take no for an answer.