My Merman

7. Chapter

A/N  I'm late, so sorry <3

TW: f-slur (I'm bi, but if you're uncomfortable about it, I'll remove it), abuse, se/fharm

_Clay POV_

I stood up and walked away. I didn't want to look at him, I knew he was surprised, shocked. We almost kissed. I almost kissed Nick's murderer, holy fuck. Why? I stared at my feet, walked deep into the "jungle". I was starving.

We almost kissed.

If I kissed him right then, after he thought I was going to rape him, I couldn't do it. It felt so wrong, he didn't give me permission to kiss him. But he was so close, I could've just connected our lips.

No. That would've been wrong. I didn't have his permission. That would've been sexual assault. I'm not like my father.

_George POV_

I started at his back while he walked away. Why didn't he kiss me? Does he not like me? Was he flirting just to tease me? To prank me? If so, that wasn't funny. And I fell for it.

Tears started forming in my eyes. My heart shattered in a million pieces. The guy I have a crush on, the guy who's literally the love of my life, backed away from the kiss.

My cheeks started to burn and I looked over to the sea. I want to go back. I don't want to be here anymore. I looked at my clothes. They smelled so much like him, it hurt. I looked up at the sky, tears running down my face and the silence was filled with my silent sobs.

*Flashback*

"Stop crying, you dirty little faggot! Worthless piece of shit, I wish you'd die!" His dad was holding him by his shoulders, pushing him deeper and deeper into the dark water.

"Dad, stop, please! It hurts!"

"I want it to hurt! Shut up and deal with it, bitch!"

"Dad, please, the pressure! My ears!"

His ears felt like they were about to explode. The pressure of the water was too strong for a small, 8 year old child. His dad was screaming at him, he slowly faded away. He became unconscious. His vision shrunk and everything turned pitch black.

His dad slowly brought him back up on the surface. He was nearly dead, his head was pounding really hard.

"I did this because you deserve it." His dad said after he felt better. George slowly nodded. 

*End flashback*

I started to cry. Several years of abuse from my dad where he blamed me for mother's death made me feel unloved. And Dream rejecting my love was the last straw. Dad was right. I will never be properly loved.

I got up and walked to the dying fire. My mind started to scream, but I ignored it. I reached for Dream's sword, that he had laid on the floor next to the fireplace. I took it in my hand, placing the sharp, metal blade in the fire and waited.

The metal started to heat up. Tears streaming down my face while I watched the silver sword turn red. I brought it near my skin and made a deep cut on my hand. I gasped out of pain, blood started running down my arm onto the floor. I raised the blade again.

"What are you doing?"

I dropped the blade. Dream, oh fuck, not Dream. I hid my arm in the sleeve of the shirt. He was facing my back and I was glad for that. I took a deep breath and tried to put out words.

"I was just admiring the fire," I said, trying to hide the fact that I was in severe pain. "It's very well made," My voice cracked. He stepped closer to me, now facing me. I looked down, hoping that he wouldn't see the tears and my red eyes.

"George," He gently held my chin, trying to make me face him. I shook my head and he loosened the hold. "George, what were you doing?"

I didn't say anything. He pulled me into a hug. I couldn't take it anymore, I sobbed loudly in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, making circles on my back.

"It's okay...Shhh, it's okay, you're safe."

I cried even more.

"I'm such a crybaby, you must hate me for it..." I whispered in his arm.

"George," He said, strongly, almost angry. He pulled me off him, held up my chin so I was facing him.

"Why would you think that. I do not hate you, I love you so much. I do not hate you so if that's why you're crying, stop immediately, because I love you more than anything in the fucking world."

I looked at his beautiful eyes, greener than emeralds. He was harsh, but I didn't care.

"It's not that, Dream..."

"Than what is it?" he said, angry.

I didn't think, I cupped his cheeks and connected our lips. It felt so magical. He leaned in and softened up the kiss. Everything else disappeared. Dream dragged his hands in my hair, grabbing a handful. My hands traveled down to his neck. The kiss lasted and lasted...

A/N Hello how are we after this chapter :) Sorry for not updating, I hope this makes it up to you <3

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