untitled for now, a dnf story (unfinished)

part one

TW: abuse, addiction
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George threw his trembling arms above his head. His father's fist was raised ready to shoot a punch at him.
"Come on George, admit it... you're weak, just like everyone always tells you" His father growled through gritted teeth.
"P- please don't hurt me" George's pleads were ignored by the man he regretted ever calling his dad.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, ITS ALL YOUR FAULT"

His dad wasn't always like this. George's mum died when he was only 9 years old in a devastating car accident on the way to pick him up from the library. Ever since his mom passed, his father turned to alcohol as an escape from the pain of her absence. George struggled to recall a time when his father was happy. Seeing him in this state used to hurt George, he wished there was something he could do to help. There were times when he tried to get him help with his addiction, but that never ended well, the young boy always ended up hurt.

It has been 10 years since the accident. The first time his father came back from rehab, George (being only 11) was expecting him to be better, he was holding out for hope that the man could go back to being the father he so desperately needed. But he was wrong, he was so very wrong. He was angry that his own son wanted to get rid of him, his own son thought he needed to be fixed. That anger had to be let out, and he couldn't think of a better way than the reason he was in this state in the first place, his son. He constantly blamed George for his mother's death.

George also blamed himself. If he didn't beg his mom to pick him up because he didn't want to walk the extra 15 minutes home, she would still be here. He would still have a family. Maybe he would be happy. Every night for a long, long time, he stared at the familiar ceiling in his bedroom letting his salty tears spill out of his tired eyes while he sobbed until he eventually fell asleep. Even whilst he was asleep he couldn't get away from the overwhelming guilt. Nightmares of that night constantly haunted him in his dreams, it was something he feared he would never be able to get away from.

His dad wasn't always that bad. There were days when George would come home from school and sit down on the sofa next to him, while he watched TV. There would be no shouting, no fighting, and George wouldn't be getting hurt. Sometimes his dad would smile at him from across the room and ask him how his day was, this made George feel good, like his life wasn't totally screwed. The worst part about his father was that you could never tell when his mood would flip, George always had to be prepared for that.

This time, George managed to escape from his father before he was hit and run into his bedroom. He slammed the door shut as he turned around and collapsed with his back against it into a ball on the floor, hugging his legs tightly to his chest as he burst with tears.

Not moments past before George was startled by the sound of his fathers fist banging against the wall outside of his room.
"LET ME IN GEORGE" He screamed. George ignored him until he finally gave up. The boy listened as his father's footsteps trailed down the stairs and jumped as he heard the front door slam forcefully shut. It wasn't until he heard the engine of the car start and the screeching of the tires on the road as his dad backed out of the house that George managed to get up.

He opened the door and stood watching as the dust flooded the corridor. A small ray of sunlight was shining through a crack in the curtains and highlighting sections of the old wallpaper. He felt so hopeless. And so alone.
Making his way down the stairs, he trudged through a sea of empty beer bottles that had been strewn across the floor, many of them had been thrown at the wall and smashed, leaving shards of glass everywhere.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, George didn't have many friends so he wondered who it could be. He pulled it out and unlocked it.

Dream

17:57 Hey George! It's been a while :] I was wondering if you'd like to play Minecraft with me sometime again soon, i hope you're doing well, from Dream.

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