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GENDER NEUTRAL
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The door rattled as you pushed against it frantically, arms still heavy and weak. You carried on, however, even if it was useless to try with the drug George had given you still in your system.
Suddenly, the door opened from the other side, knocking you onto the floor, a head poking out from behind it. "What are you doing?" he asked as if it wasn't obvious. He was holding a cup of coffee, it still steaming. "This is for you, by the way." He held it out, waiting for you to take it patiently.
Gritting your teeth, you slapped it out of his hand, taking advantage of his surprise and ducking under his arm and towards the front door, stumbling over your leaden legs, arms straining to reach the handle. Your fingertips brushed against it, before strong arms pulled you back, squeezing tightly. "The doors locked anyway, sweetie."
You went limp in his arms, aiming to make his life as hard as possible, frowning when he simply slung you over his shoulder, displaying strength he had never shown before. How long had he been hiding his true self from you?
A cold feeling spread across your body, like ice water being poured over you. "George."
"Hm?" he was nonchalant, raising an eyebrow at your sudden compliance as he tucked you back into bed.
"Y-you know when we first started dating?" you took a deep breath, seeing that George was avoiding eye contact. "When-when I complained about this one old lady who always yelled at me at work? She-she-"
"Yes?" he asked innocently, smiling demurely at you.
"She died after that. I-I was so confused about it-George, no you-you didn't? Right?"
He stayed silent, sitting down on the bed, toying with your hair.
"George...?" your voice wobbled, already knowing the answer but desperately not wanting it to be true. If he said yes, then someone's death would be your fault. Your fault because you complained about a difficult and rude customer, who usually had no qualms about insulting your whole entire existence.
Still, you didn't want her dead.
"Sometimes people just-"
"You did." Taking a deep breath, you took one good look at your boyfriend, seeing someone completely different, not the person who let you borrow his jacket when you were cold, or the person who spent hours making cookies for you, not the person who was happier than you were when you passed all your exams-not the person who truly loved you. "Who-who else?"
"I don't think I should tell you."
"Who else, George?" You sat up, shuffling away from him. "Who. Else."
"They were trying to get between us, Y/N. Surely you must understand." His hand reached out for your arm, clinging onto it and pulling you closer to him, ignoring the fact you were trying to escape his grip. A sob escaped your throat, as he wrapped an arm around you, effectively trapping you into his hold. His other arm reached towards the bedside table drawer again, bringing out the same box from before.
"Wait, no-"
"For your own good." He pulled out another capsule, forcing your mouth open and dropping it in, sighing as you struggled against him. "It's for your own good, Y/N."
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