BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 19: overtime

George POV.

It felt nice listening to the quiet sound of the wind rustling leaves in the trees and other things around me as I walked, somehow it helped me focus, until I heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well Georgie. I told you we'd get you the second that blond is gone, didn't I?"

I spun around to see Nick and Zak making their way towards me, Wilbur was missing though. "Where's your friend?" I asked as I walked backwards away from them. After I actually managed to punch them at the party I found them less scary even if I was drunk when I did.
"After that stunt you pulled on Friday and Wilbur got thrown he had an injury and needed to go to the hospital with a sprained wrist."
"How's that my fault exactly?"

They kept approaching as I sped up, trying not to trip as I walked backwards blindly.
"If you had just taken a beating like a good boy then he would be alive and well." Nick continued.
"Maybe you could go visit him in hospital." Zak laughed as the pair sped up and began chasing me.

I turned and started running, there was at least 20 or 30 feet between us, but the pair of bullies were still faster than I was. The best way to skip out on a beating from them was to stay in a place with lots of people, they wouldn't dare hurt me in front of a bunch of adults in broad daylight.

Unfortunately for me it was a miserable day, there was a chance of rain so most people were at their homes instead of in town. I sighed and tried to speed up further, ignoring the burning pain in my lungs asking for a breath.

The gap was closing between us and I knew that they would catch me soon. I prepared myself for what would be the worst beating yet.

Clay POV.

A few hours passed and I had moved through to a library down the street from the cafe. It was only just past  9 and I was sitting by the window and reading Maze Runner.

Outside it was quite cloudy and not many people were around this morning, so whenever I did see someone go past the window I'd glance up to see who was going past.
Sometimes I'd see people from my school hanging out in groups, or mothers dragging their kids too and from shops. There were also a couple cars and bikes go past.

I knew I needed to go buy some clothes, only having a few pairs at the mansion, but decided to finish the chapter I was in the middle of reading.

Just as I was about to turn back to my book I saw 3 people run past the window.
It immediately caught my attention and I leaned closer to the glass to try and see them better. They were all males younger than me, but as I looked closer I noticed they looked familiar.

One of them, the one at the front of the group was definitely George, he seemed panicked and I knew instantly something was wrong.
I grabbed my book and threw it into my bag before running out into the street and beginning to chase after the panicked brunette and his pursuers.

They were at least a good 200 feet away but I was able to gain some ground on them, still they rounded the corner of and I felt desperate to catch up.

George POV.

"You can't run forever homo!" Zak called harshly as they chased me down the main street.

Why the fuck was no one around? I mean there is church around this time on a Sunday, and it was a miserable day so most people would probably want to stay warm at home.

I spun and turned down an adjoining street, still there was nobody around and I figured I probably should have run into one of the stores back there. Maybe I could double back and hide in the public restroom or a cafe or something.

Before I had time to decide I was pushed face down onto the ground. I rolled over and looked up at the pair of bullies who loomed over me, panting slightly as I tried to get my breath back.

Zak made the first move and planted a firm kick just below the side of my left knee, before standing on my kneecap and pushing down on it causing me to groan out in pain. He laughed as he continued to kick me and seemed satisfied every time I made a noise in agony.
Nick then moved up and planted his foot on my chest. He balled up his fist before sending it flying to my face in several quickly thrown punches, all of which hit each time. I tried wriggling away but it was impossible with their combined weight on me.

With them attacking both my legs and my face I was in heaps of pain, and with Nick's foot on my chest pinning me down I could barely breath as they did that.

Eventually I gave up on trying to get free and just accepted the fact that I was probably going to hospital with 2 broken legs and a messed up face. But then I heard someone coming over.

I prayed to God that it was the police, or somebody who saw what was happening and was trying to intervene, but thankfully it was someone better.

"Get the hell away from George." The blond growled as he appeared behind the bullies.
They instantly spun around in worry when they heard his voice but they didn't move away from me.

Without any warning Clay jumped at Zak who was the closest of the 2 and balled up the bully's shirt in his fist and pulled him off of the ground. "Perhaps you didn't hear me Zak." Clay growled, just inches away from the smallers face.

Nick took the opportunity to escape while the blonds attention was on his friend. Clay noticed this but didn't chase him, instead he let Zak go and pushed him away, turning his attention to me.

My entire head was throbbing and it was difficult to see clearly, it felt like my hangover had come back. He was leaning over me and examining my face, where I had a bleeding nose after one of Nick's punches.
He was talking to me but I couldn't focus on his words and I barely realised we were moving until he lifted me up. 

There were a few people around who looked concerned to see the state I was in as Clay made the 30 minute walk to the nearest doctor, which was back at my mansion.

The situation was grim and I figured I should try some humour to distract myself from the pain. "Hey, at least you get paid 500 dollars for overtime, right?"

The blond seemed more focused on getting me home but looked shocked that I would or even could make a joke in my bashed up condition.

He was about to say something about how he was sorry I got beaten up, but I couldn't hear him.
I found it difficult to focus on his words or lip movements and just closed my eyes.

I didn't even know whether we got home or not.
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