Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Pinky Promise

Deena's POV

I felt my body getting cold as my eyes slowly opened. I was clearly moving around a lot from the new position I was in, and the blankets barely on the bed, leaving my body cold. I pulled the blankets back over me and rolled back over to facing the door. They weren't nearly as loud now, and I heard a movie faintly playing in the background. I tried to fall asleep but failed, tossing and turning for around 15 minutes. I turned back to face the door once again when I saw someone walk in.

"Hey she's sleeping" I heard someone try and whisper-shout at the person. I blinked a few times and my eyes focused, seeing George. He smiled and I noticed he had a glass of water and something in his hand.

"Hi" I smiled and slowly sat up. He smiled back and sat at the end of the bed.

"I made you this" he smiled and I noticed it was a bagel he was holding. My eyes lit up and I smiled brightly.

"Thank you!" He handed me the glass and the bagel to me. He sat there for a moment as a took a sip of the water. I placed the bagel on my lap and sat the glass down before facing him. He was playing with his fingers and looking at the ground, clearly in thought.

"George-?" I was about to ask if he was okay before he interrupted me.

"Did I do something wrong?" He was quiet, and didn't look at me. I was shocked. Did he really think he was at fault? I got from under the blanket and moved so I was sitting next to him.

"Do you really think you did?" I was quiet. He stopped messing with his fingers and looked at me. He had watery eyes and looked extremely worried.

"Yes" he looked back down and continued fiddling. I grabbed his hands and pulled them apart so he'd stop, and he looked at me again. I smiled with pity and put my arms around him, squeezing him tight. He sat there for a moment before hugging me back.

"You did nothing wrong, George" I let go and pulled away. "I promise" he smiled again, the brightness back in his eyes. He put his hand back and I looked down to see his pinky up.

"Pinky promise?" He smiled. I laughed at him and latched mine into his.

"Yes, I pinky promise" we both let go and I grabbed my bagel again and took a bite, as in I tried to bite it before pulling it away and looked at it.

"I've never made a bagel before so I burnt it a little bit" he scratched his neck and smiled. I let out a wheeze before putting it down.

"It's the thought that counts" I patted his shoulder and stood up, grabbing my clothes and heading towards the bathroom. "Wait here I need to talk to you" I smiled, showing it wasn't anything bad. I changed and walked back out to him bouncing his leg nervously. I walked behind him and shook his shoulders.

"Ahh!" I shouted. He jumped back and nearly fell off of the bed somehow, breathing heavily with fear.

"Deena what the hell!" He groaned and said on the couch again, finally laughing with me. We were in the same spots at before and it was quiet for a moment.

"So" thankfully he said something I was super nervous. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"What happened earlier" I started and he repositioned himself to be facing me, and I did the same. "You said something about cats love running to you" he nodded as if he was telling me to continue.

"I heard something else. I heard 'Max is coming for you'. And it sounds crazy but the past few days have been hard." I took a deep breath, thinking about how I could explain Max. "Max is my ex from back home. The reason I moved here. We were friends for a few years before we started dating. I was happy. We were good. Until we weren't. We started getting in arguments. And he started threats" George took a deep breath in and I looked at him for a moment before continuing.

"If I were to try and talk to him about breaking up. He'd say he'd loll himself-"

"Gaslighting" he said blandly. "I'm familiar" I sadly smiled at him.

"Yes. Gaslighting. This went on for a few more months before he started getting physical. He'd shove me around and he nearly killed me once from choking me. It got worse and worse until me and Darryl had a serious conversation about everything. He had no idea anything was going on, and we talked about how I can leave him. Finally I had the balls to tell him we were done. I said I never wanted to see him again. He didn't take it well. He acted as if he did, and 'let it go' until a week later. He made a small explosive to start a fire and do damage to me. Although he through it in the wrong window. It went into my parents room, right next to mine, and exploded. Luckily my parents weren't home, but Darryl was, and he was on the other side of the house. He also used to be a deep sleeper so he didn't wake up until his room got unbearably hot. I was passed out from the smoke in my room, and when the small explosion happened, a price of debris from the walls put a huge hash in my leg, causing me to loose blood. Fast. I woke up to Darryl carrying me out, I saw my room. The walls on fire. And then I passed out again. I woke up in the ambulance and then was out again. I woke up in the hospital room. Flowers surrounded me and so did my family. They all were so happy when I had woken up. It was a week later. I had to get surgery on my leg, and apparently" I held my breath for a moment before continuing "my heart stopped. Twice. The smoke was in my lungs, and the loss of blood didn't help at all."

"Jesus, D" I nodded and continued once again.

"They found Max and he was sentenced to jail time. The reason all of this has been happening, me acting weird, is because he got out last week." I brushed my hand through my hair and looked back to George. He had a mixture of worry, fear, and sadness in his eyes.  He looked down to my leg as I pulled up so my giant scar was visible. His eyes widened and his head snapped back to me.

"Deena I am so sorry. I can't even imagine how it must be like right now" I smiled at him and looked down to the ground.

"It's extremely hard" I smiled and looked up, tears welling in my eyes. "But you guys help so much" I felt them start to poor before George wrapped his arms around me. I wasn't uncomfortable though his sudden contact made me feel calm. I cried into his arms before we heard someone walk in, I looked up to see Clay, worried and frozen. I looked up and smiled.

"You told him, everything?" I nodded and wiped my tears. I took a moment to calm down before nick walked in.

"What's going o-" his eyes widened and he bolted to me. "Deena are you okay? Did George do something? I swear to god George" he looked over to George, about to grab his shirt.

"Hey! Hey" I stood up in front of him and pushed against his chest lightly. I looked aver and George looked like he was about to piss himself. "He did nothing wrong calm down" I smiled. He relaxed.

"Sorry. Sorry George" he looked down I'm embarrassment.

"It's okay I would have done the same" he gave him a thumbs up and I laughed at him. They both looked at me with confusion.

"George if you were to do that nick could have poked you and you would have been knocked down." I began to wheeze at the thought and Clay joined me too. I heard nick laughing and looked to George with a smile on his face, shaking his head.

"Whatever" he rolled his eyes and stood up. Nick looked at me and I realized he still had no idea what was going on. I quickly explained everything to him, trying to act tough, and he started getting angry.

"If he comes anywhere near you again you call me, okay?" I laughed at him.

"Yes I'll call you. All the way in Texas, nick" he huffed and gave me a look as if he was saying 'I'm serious' "okay okay I'll call you"

We all walked out into the living room once again. I felt a lot better, now that they all knew. We were all sitting on the couch, nick sprawled out next to me asleep, and George to my right struggling to stay up. Clay was out before we even finished the first episode of season two of stranger things. Soon enough George passed out so I just took out my phone.

11:24 pm

Shit.

Miranda.