Tired ~dnf

chapter 16

Tws: Suicidal ideation? suicidal thoughts? something like that. I won't be putting a tw on the next chapter, so this is your warning now.

*Clays pov*

beep beep beep beep

My eyes were heavy, while opening to see the time. It was 5 AM. We had to leave in a half an hour. George reached over to his phone to turn off his alarm.

"Come on we got to get ready" he said well still half asleep, but beginning to get out of bed. I couldn't say much, having just came consciousness, so all that came out were deep groans of displeasure.

"Come on we have to get ready or else will miss our flight."

"Fine" I responded finally sitting up. George was already out of bed picking out clothes to wear for the long flight home. He settled on a clean pair of joggers and a gray T-shirt. As he was putting his clothes on I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I washed my face, getting the edge of my dirty blonde hair wet. I walked out of the bathroom and got dressed as well. Nothing was unpacked anymore everything was either in a suitcase or a backpack. We managed to fit everything into two suitcases. It was 5:25 AM and we were in the elevator heading down to the lobby to call the Uber.

"Can you get the Uber this time?" George asked.

"Uh I'll try."I ordered the Uber, which was conveniently only a block away.

"Oh it's only a block away! Should be here any minute!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, nice." The Uber pulled up, took us to the airport and left. We walked through security and then found where flight was boarding. Another loud voice failed the area.

"Flight 642 to Orlando, Florida is boarding now" Without another word we boarded the plane with no issues and before we knew it we were back in Orlando.

"You ready to go home?" I asked George trying to hold in my excitement.

"Yeah. It is my home too now isn't it."

"yeah it is." I replied, still having a slight bit of excitement in my voice, failing to hold it back. We got into the Uber and drove home. Upon arriving at home we grabbed our suitcases and backpacks, said thanks to the driver, and went inside.

*Georges pov*

As soon as we walked through the door Clay started calling for patches.

"Patches" he said while making that clicking noise with his tongue. Patches came running out of the kitchen after hearing her name being called.

"So, when are we going to Disney?" I asked eagerly.

"We can go tomorrow if you're up for it."

"Tomorrow it is then"

"all right then it set tomorrow we're going to Disney"

"Yay!!" I said while we both giggled.

"Oh, that's right, you've never been to Disney, have you?" Clay asked.

"No, I've always wanted to go though, I really want to go to Harry Potter world especially."

"Yes, I'm so excited to go with you!" He wasn't holding back any of his emotions now. He truly was excited to go with me.

"Me too, if you can't tell!" I nearly had tears running down my face from excitement.

"Well you won't be disappointed, Disney is so much fun, it's probably my favorite place that I've ever been to. London would be a close second though." Clay said while recalling the events that happened while we were in London.

"London? But-"

"It was fun Georgie, that's what I think about."

"I mean I guess" I said. I mean it was fun but we also had to run from my alcoholic dad before he saw us, which was... Adrenaline pumping to say the least.

"Here, you can start unpacking your stuff in my room, there should be enough room in my closet for your stuff" The dirty blonde boy said.

"Okay, thanks" I replied. It was over. I was happy and I was with Clay. I was complete. I knew what I had to do. Later that night after Quavo asleep I started writing. One for Nick. One for Clay. One for my dad. The one for everyone else.

Dad,

fuck you. You were never there and when you were you were only there for my money. I wish you never came back, it was easier with you gone. You hated everything about me; how I dressed, who I loved, my hobbies, everything. You only 'loved' me for my money. How does it feel to know I hated your guts. How does it feel knowing that you're one of the reasons I'm doing this. Has it feel to know that you're the reason mom is gone. Fuck you, I hope you rot in hell.

- George

Tears were running down my face, and my eyes were starting to close. I folded up the first note and put it in my empty backpack so Clay wouldn't find it. I cleaned up the few pieces of paper on the desk, fighting my eyes to stay open. I then crawled into bed next to Clay and immediately fell asleep.

*Clays pov*

I was awake the whole time. I saw everything.

A/n
Sorry for the short chapter lol, I'll make up for it next chapter. What do you guys think is going to happen?(I already have it written hehe i just wanted to know what you guys think is gonna happen) Anyway I'm gonna be starting a new book after I finish this one. I'm not gonna say the name because it's kind of a continuation of this book and it might spoil the end of it, so that's cool ig lol. Pog through the pain George. You guys too I guess. Just kidding I love you guys. You guys thought you would get a happy chapter? NOPE HAHAHA this is an angst after all;) /Lh

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