What A Wonderful Nightmare

Red

TW// VERY SMALL AMOUNT OF NSFW (NOT S3X) IK I SAID I WOULDN"T BUT IT FEELS FITTING HERE OKAY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

The next morning would be an eventful one, to say the least.

George's POV

George shot upright in bed. He had been in a deep sleep just moments before, but was awoken by the sound of someone yelling downstairs. George decided to check out what was going on, before remembering about the blonde boy still sound asleep next to him. Clay looked so peaceful, his dirty blonde hair messed up and practically covering his eyes, his chest slowly rising and falling, his hand still interlocked with George's. 

The yelling can wait. I don't wanna waste anymore time with Clay after what happened.

So, George laid back down, cuddling close to his broken boyfriend and drifting back into slumber.

Clay's POV

Clay was the one to wake up this time. The blonde went to sit up, but a weight on top of him sent him back into his previous position. His lover laid there, sound asleep on Clay's chest. He knew the boy was probably exhausted from last night, another nightmare. Sometimes Clay thought they were getting better, other times he thought the opposite. Last night was one of those opposite days.

Just as Clay began to drift back to sleep, he heard the slam a door come from downstairs. This caused him to jump, and the brit moved off of him. Surprisingly though, he hadn't woken up. Clay took this as an opportunity to check out what was going on downstairs. Slowly, as to not wake up George, he slid off the bed and made his way towards the door. 

For a second, he almost forgot about his injured arm. Until he tried to open the door with it. Moments like these were what frustrated Clay the most. Moments when all the memories of the worst week of his life flashed before him. Sometimes, it was if he could still feel the knife across his cheek, hear the laughter of the women echoing in his ears, or the blood draining from his body through once open wounds. 

He shook away the feeling, and used his better arm to open the door. It was silent now, no voices   or anything to be heard. He made his way down the stairs, step by step. His curiosity making him go faster and almost trip every few steps. He finally reached the bottom, and turned the corner to see Sapnap sat on the couch with his head in his hands. It was rare to see his friend in such a state, and that worried him.

"Hey man, you okay?" Clay asked as he joined his friend on the couch. Sapnap must've been oblivious to his  presence until this moment, because he jolted up slightly at the sound of Clay's voice.

"George's aunt is gone."

"Gone? Like dead?"

Sapnap shook his head. "No, gone as in like missing. Ran away. Escaped."

"Oh." 

Those were the only words Clay could get out in this moment. This women would be able to live her life, somewhere else, away from all her mistakes. She would get away with everything. The abuse, the torture, the almost fucking murder. She would face no consequences for what she's done. The lives she's ruined. 

"We can't tell George. If he asks about the case at all  we tell him they are keeping us out of it until it's closer to trial time. If he knows she is out there, free, it'll break him even more." Sapnap sighed, finding his place back on the couch.

"Well too late for that Sap." A third voice called out to them. 

George

"Shit." Sapnap mumbled under his breath.