CoffeeShop Murders ~ DNF (completed)

Day 8

The sweet bliss of ignorance George had didn't last long. Apparently, he had tried to call Niki many many times, and he even went to her house to try and check on her.

Good thing Dream locked all the doors before he left.

George had expressed that he was worried about her and asked Nick to go and check up on her.

And, unfortunately, after 20 minutes, George got another call.

There was silence, almost like someone was stunned. And then, George heard Nicks voice, "Hey, George. So, we found Niki. She- uhm, committed suicide."

Clay had never seen George's face pale faster than now. He's never even seen George cry. But this time was different. This 'murder' was different.

Clay had to admit, seeing George like this tore him apart, but it wasn't like he even had a choice in the matter.

He had lost control.

How much control he lost was never up to him.

George had excused himself from the table and rushed off quickly, leaving Drista and Clay's mother confused. Clay gave them a worried and apologetic glance, honestly not know what to do.

Clays mom had suggested for him to go on and comfort George.

That's where he was now.

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Clay sat in one of the closets with George, simply holding him in his chest. George sobbed, holding the fabric of his hoodie tightly between his fingers. He refused to let go of it.

Clay didn't say much of anything, but simply just reassuring that he's alright. The response Clay got was George crying harder.

Clay decided words weren't that useful. But, still wanting to be there, he wraps his arms around George's back, and whispers, "It's alright. Let it out."

Like a waterfall, the tears simply poured out. George began to rant about all the different things he could've done to 'save' Niki.

If only he knew.

Seeing George like this completely pained Clay. Maybe he should've kept it as one of the murders.

In total, the police weren't aware of 3 murders. They were masked as suicides. Niki made four.

The torture they each endured had different reasons; he killed a rapist and used their blood to write all over the walls 'im sorry', he killed a kidnapper after freeing the hostages and allowing them to reside hun his home, and finally, by accident he had hurt a girl. She had begged for death, and well, death is what she received. He was careful with her, of course, apologizing every moment he could. She simply thanked him for this opportunity before breathing her last breath.

But why there was finally a difference with Niki, Clay didn't know. He felt that itch of disgust when Niki had touched George. Clay simply just went with his gut feeling.

And unfortunately, it ended in a tragic death that had been masked as a suicide.

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To say the least, they went home shortly after. George had begged to not be left by himself, scared of his own thoughts, and had asked Clay if he could stay with him.

Of course, Clay's response was a yes.

Clays Mom and Drista were in the living room, simply watching TV while Clay and George were upstairs.

George had gotten under the covers facing the wall, shaking and sniffing. Clay soon joined in after, kicking off his shoes. He didn't care about the discomfort of wearing his jeans.

He pulled George to his chest, grabbing his hands gently and tracing small spirals on the space.

"Clay, was it my fault?" George's poor poor voice. It sounded so broken, so hurt. It cracked and trembled, leaving so much room for a muffled sob.

It took Clay a moment to answer, but he whispered gently, "No. I don't think it was your fault George. You're a good man. I honestly don't know why she did it. But I'll say this; it was not your fault."

Clay knew the words he said meant nothing to George, but he wanted to at least say something.

Leaving someone hanging is never too nice.

~the rest of the night was in spent in silence. Clays mother made them dinner, but George had no appetite to eat. Clay didn't want George to feel bad, so he didn't touch much of his food either. Clay then put on music, filling the silence that they were left in.~

Clay lays against his bed frame, holding George's hand. George is laying beside Clay, but not close enough for shoulder to shoulder.

It hurt Clay, slightly, but he understands the circumstances.

WORDS: 760

A/N: This is kind of a short chapter, but it's more of a filler. This should be the shortest chapter, and the most wordy one. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! 🌺